Chapter 3: Flirting With Mike and Tom

Eventually we were all dressed, packed and ready to go. The cooler and picnic basket were in the back of the SUV. Just as we were about to get in the SUV my dad’s cell phone went off. I could see the battle being waged in him as he debated whether to answer it to not. The look in my mom’s eyes made it obvious what her position was - don’t answer it! Realize that my dad is a senior partner in a large corporate law office so not answering the phone could have significant consequences and thus he finally answered, although he studiously avoided my mom’s glaring eyes. What happened next was exactly what all three of us expected from the moment his phone rang.

“What can I say Mary?” my dad pleaded as he closed the phone, “We have to have the depositions ready by Monday and with Martin out somebody has to fill in to get it done.”

“Yeah, but why does it always have to be you?” my mom complained. Actually, my mom fully understood the reality of the situation. There’s a price to pay for everything but it still seemed ironic that in order to pay for the SUV and boat my dad had to work so much he didn’t get to use them most of the time!

“Well, you girls go on and have a good time anyway,” he encouraged us, giving my mom a kiss. He headed back into the house to change, leaving my mom and me alone in the driveway once again.

“Well, what do you think?” my mom asked, “Girl’s day out on the lake?”

“Sounds like fun!” I replied. “Hmmmmmm, maybe we can pick up a couple of cute guys while we’re at it and REALLY have some fun!”

“Yeah right,” my mom answered, shaking her head at me. I was just teasing her and she knew it. My mom would NEVER cheat on my dad, no matter how great the temptation, but that didn’t mean I had to be a nun either!

Even though it only took a couple of hours to get to the lake, once there we still had to get the boat ready, fueled, and such. Usually my dad handled all these details but my mom knew what to do. This wasn’t the first time we had been left to our own devices thanks to my dad’s work obligations. My mom parked near the marina where we uncovered the boat and got it ready for the day. Once underway, our first stop was the marina gas station to get fuel.

While we waited in line for our boat to be fueled, my mom and I stripped off our outer garments as both of us were wearing our bikinis underneath. My mom may have just entered her forties but I was always impressed by the way she took care of herself. Most women her age wouldn’t dare wear a two-piece bikini, let alone one as skimpy as hers. Sure, it wasn’t exactly a thong or something like that, but it was still quite revealing and showed off her legs and boobs well.

As for me, I was wearing one of my newer bikinis. It was pure black with gold metal circles between where the material joined such as between my breasts and on each hip. I prefer halter styles over shoulder straps and this one tied behind my neck which allowed me to control how loose or tight it was up front. I have a collection of swimsuits from which I choose based on where I am and who is going to be with me. At the conservative end of the spectrum is what I wear at school or church camp - a simple one-piece that covers my boobs completely and stays low around my ass. Needless to say, I don’t wear that one very often.

At the other end of the bikini spectrum is my dad’s favorite which he calls “Kelly’s slutty bikini”. Really, it wasn’t more than three triangle of red cloth barely big enough to cover my nipples and pussy held together with red strings. This one was reserved for home on the deck where I liked to have a little bit of tan line to emphasize my tan.

In between I had a number of suits. For the public pool, a fairly revealing version with high hips and low cleavage but just “decent” enough to where the mothers couldn’t complain and have me kicked out - something they’d been known to do with a few a my friends in the past. The one I was wearing today was more on the risque side, definitely NOT for the public pool. The bottoms were a thong which revealed most of my cute ass (if I say so myself). It covered my butt crack and pussy but not much else. The halter top was a size too small which lifted my boobs to where it looked like they might flop out at any time, although they never had (at least not yet). All in all, I thought it was the perfect choice for a day like this.

There were still a couple of boats ahead of us and my mom was getting impatient. I heard her muttering something, “he couldn’t be happy with just a BJ, now we’re late and the crowd’s here” or something like that. Knowing my mom as well as I do, the best thing to do in such a situation is to ignore her and let her blow off steam.

Looking ahead of on the dock I was reminded that one of the things I liked best about the marina were all the good looking guys that hung around. A few of them supposedly worked there although it seemed that they let the boaters did most of the work. Their primary goal seemed to be to hit on every good-looking girl that stopped by, plus most of the others as well from what I could tell. Well, I certainly didn’t mind and couldn’t wait until lit was my “turn”. After all, why go through the trouble of wearing what I was if nobody made a big deal out of it?

We finally made it to the gas pumps and once we were tied up I stepped out on the dock and stood at the edge as if I was actually interested in what was going on. In reality, that was the least of my interests; I was far more concerned about giving the guys a nice view of my almost bare ass. Well, I’d tossed the bait in the water so now all I could do was wait and see what was biting. Unlike most fishing trips though, this was more like fishing in a stocked pond where you could throw about anything out and get a strike right off the bat. I couldn’t help but think to myself that it was almost TOO easy when the first bite of the day struck.

“You going skiing?”

I turned around to find two guys behind me. They were dressed similar in denim shorts and sleeveless T-shirts. They looked similar and could have easily passed for brothers. My guess was somewhere in their early to mid-twenties. What made me the most interested was this air of self-assurance about them, almost to where it could be a sign of a puffed up ego which instantly set off alarms for me. While I like a guy who is self-reliant and comfortable with himself, it’s just as much a turn-off when they think they are God’s gift to women. From their arms and necks I deduced they spent a good deal of time in the gym although I wouldn’t say they had the bulked up look of bodybuilder enthusiasts. That was fortunate as THOSE guys were almost always stuck on themselves.

“Maybe, what’s it to ya?” I answered rather curtly. First rule of flirting - never answer with a straight answer. Always put it back on the guy to pick up the conversation.

“Nice boat. That your mom?” the same one tried again.

One looked just a little older than the other and so far he was carrying the conversation while the other guy was taking what little bikini I was wearing off of me with his eyes. It didn’t bother me as like I said earlier, what’s the point of wearing next to nothing if nobody looks at you and second, I wouldn’t have minded seeing him drop his shorts as well.

“Yeah, is that a problem?”

Both of them shook their heads and pretended it wasn’t but there was no missing the disappointment in their eyes. From their perspective, I was now off-limits so far as anything they probably had in mind when they first saw me as somehow I doubted their intentions were to discuss politics. We bantered about some small talk and then they finally introduced themselves as Mike and Tim. Mike was the oldest at 25 and Tim turned out indeed to be his younger brother at 24.