Divi ignored my obvious erection and said, “It’s a beautiful day. How about you take me for a boat ride?” We could make up a picnic basket and anchor somewhere. It could be a sunset dinner cruise.”
I loved the idea and said, “That’s a great plan. Let’s get some sandwiches together and some beers and soda. You go home and get some warmer clothes. After the sun goes down it can get cool and damp.” I was hoping that she’d jump up and go but she didn’t. I guessed that she was waiting for me to get up so she could see the tent in my shorts. She didn’t move so I had to. I leaned toward the railing and picked up the binoculars, ignored the warm remains of my beer and stood up. Divi giggled at my failed attempts to hide my boner and reached out to pinch it as I walked past her to the slider. I turned my hips to block her attempt and she laughed and stood up. I went inside and Divi went back to her house.
Twenty minutes later we were pushing off from the dock with a picnic basket packed with tuna and chicken salad sandwiches, potato chips, several beers and a couple sodas. Divi was still in her bikini but she brought a hoody and sweat pants. I packed a hoody too. I had no particular direction in mind and we just slowly cruised and listened to the songs on my thumb-drive plugged into the auxiliary port. The sun was heading for the western horizon when I turned off the motor and drifted to a stop. I didn’t want to be concerned with drifting aground in the gentle breeze, so I threw out the anchor and made sure it set properly.
Divi broke out the picnic basket and grabbed one of my beers and popped the top. She was legally underage but I had no problems with her drinking alcohol in a controlled environment. She took a sip and I could tell that she thought it tasted like shit. She made a face but didn’t say anything. She took another sip.
I hadn’t realized that I had anchored in virtually the same spot as I had stopped with Beverly and Eva. It was so dark that night. In fact, I still didn’t know until a familiar female voice from a house on the nearest shoreline said, “Jack! Is that you?” Divi looked at me with a quizzical expression. I knew immediately that the voice came from the woman on the shore that night, yelling for her husband Frank to give it all to her. I didn’t know her name because it was never mentioned.
I yelled back, “Ding. Round two,” and she roared with laughter. Divi wasn’t in on the inside joke but she grinned at me anyway. She took another sip from her beer as she handed one to me.
I popped my beer and raised it to the woman standing on her deck looking out at us. From this distance I guessed that she was in her mid-forties. She turned her back to us and yelled, “Hey Frank. Guess who’s back?” Frank must have said something from inside the house and the woman yelled, “Yeah. It’s Jack… No. He only has one tonight… Okay, I will.” The woman turned back toward us and yelled, “We’re having a party tonight. We’d love it if you could come. Your friend is invited too.” Divi was confused by the back and forth, long distance conversation but she understood the word ‘party’ and her eyes went wide pleading for me to say ‘yes’ as she whispered, “Please, please, please.”