Dana's phone lit up with a new text notification. She already knew who it was. Every Friday at precisely 4 in the afternoon, Alex would text her to set up weekend plans. She picked up her phone and looked at it.
"Want to hang out tomorrow?" the text read.
"Yeah, Ted is picking up Jason tonight so I'm free all weekend." She texted back. Ted was her crappy ex-husband. Jason was her gamer son. She was hoping her ex would get their son away from the TV a little and hopefully spend some quality time outside together.
"I'll pick you up at 10am. Bring your bathing suit."
A smile touched her lips as she read, then re-read the text.
"Something amusing?" Alex asked, stepping into her office with a playful smile.
She put the phone down. "No. Did you need me to sign your timecard?" She was very careful to play down any idle chatter between them. He gave her the paper he was holding, and she signed the bottom and gave it back so he could forward it to HR. He stared at her a little too long before stepping out of her office.
She hated being all hot and bothered at work. But she secretly loved the way he looked at her. She sighed and went back to her inbox.
He picked her up just before ten the next morning. As they got on the highway, she said, "So what are we doing today?"
He looked over at her. He had his dark sunglasses on. "Today we are going on my family's boat. I thought we would go exploring along the waterway and maybe off the coast."
That sounded good to Dana. She sat back, and reached her left arm over and started massaging his neck.
"Ohhh I love when you do that." He said. They drove on in silence, driving fast down the coast.
A little while later, they got off the highway and pulled onto a residential street.
"Is the marina at the end of the road?" Dana wondered.
"Um, no. We are going to my parent's house." He looked at her with a funny expression on his face.
She sat up suddenly in her seat. "Are you serious?"
"Is that a problem for you?"
"Yes it is a problem for me!" She nearly shouted. "Alex I can't meet your parents!"
They pulled up to a cute single-story house with a neat row of trees out front, offering privacy from the road. There were about a dozen tacky plastic flamingos next to the front of the house, and some hedges along each side that demarcated the property line.
"Relax. It's not a big deal. I told them who you are." He said, putting the car in park and taking off his seat belt.
Dana had to take a deep breath and remind herself that it wasn't a big deal to meet parents of friends. Or boyfriends. Or whatever their relationship was classified as. And if they questioned her age or moral ethics, well then she would find her own way home.
"I can see you're having a conniption." He said calmly, getting her bag out of the backseat.
She got out of the car, looked anxiously at the house, then back at him. "This is an incredibly awkward situation. What am I going to say to your mom? 'Yeah I liked your son so much I couldn't resist sleeping with him'?"
They were walking up to the door. "She probably already assumes that. But you don't need to go into details."
Another horrible thought crossed her mind. "How old is your mom?"
"She's like 47 or something. My mom is cool. Why are you freaking out?" Alex stopped at the door and looked at her.
"Is she from Michigan? Maybe we went to the same school." Dana gave a hollow laugh. She suddenly felt sick.
"My mom is from Florida." Alex said just as the door swung open and a middle aged woman with big blonde hair stepped out.
"Alex! There you are!" The woman hugged him, then she turned to Dana. "And you must be Dana!" She gave her a hug next, much to Dana's surprise. Dana hugged her and looked at Alex at the same time. He mouthed, 'she likes you' at Dana, who glowered at him in return.
They went inside and the woman, who introduced herself as Martha, walked them towards the back of the house into the kitchen. "I understand you're a broker."
Dana shot a glace at Alex who was remarkably unperturbed by the situation. "Ah, yes ma'am."
"Has my son been a big help to you?"
"Um, yes. Yes he has." Dana felt her face flush slightly when she thought of what a big help Alex was to her outside of the office. Like, for example, being able to satisfy her sex drive.
"Mom I'm going to show her my room." Alex said, grabbing her arm and leading her down a small hallway.
"I can't believe this!" Dana hissed as Alex closed the door to his room.
In response he pushed her against his bedroom door and pressed his lips against her hard, forcing her mouth open as his tongue invaded her. Then, almost as abruptly, he pulled away. leaving her breathless and wanting more.
"You need to relax." He said, looking at her earnestly.
She wiped her mouth, trying to calm down. He went over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of trunks, and slid his shorts and boxers off.
Dana never tired of looking at his body. For a full grown man, he had very little body hair. There were faint lines on his pelvis outlining his thin torso that she found overwhelmingly sexy. His manhood rested on a soft bed of brown pubic hair. He caught her staring at him as he put his bathing suit on.
"You like what you see?" He asked her, smiling.
She met his gaze. "Why did you bring me here?"
"So you can get to know my family."
"I don't need to get to know your family." She said quietly as he threw on a button down shirt.
He stopped and looked at her. "Why not?"
She didn't want to come out and say it, but as much as she loved spending time with him, she really didn't want to be in a serious relationship. She hesitated, trying to figure out what to say.
He got close to her and put his hands on her shoulders. "Look. Let's get on the boat and get out of here for a bit. We'll both feel better after we get some sun."
"Okay." She acquiesced softly.
They went back into the kitchen where Alex's mom was adding snacks into a nice big wicker basket.
"Alex I packed up a little bit of everything for you two." She said, attempting to close the lid. The basket was overflowing and would not shut properly.
"Thanks Mom. We are going to go out for a few hours. We'll be back later."
"Okay honey. Your father and brother left to go to the hardware store but they'll be back shortly. They can't wait to meet you." Martha said, looking at Dana.
"Ohhh," was all Dana could manage. Alex grabbed the basket, took her hand and led her out into the backyard and onto a small dock where a boat was moored. Soon they were moving steadily down the intercoastal waterway, the sun sparkling on the water and the sea breeze wafting through their hair as they jetted south. Dana admired Alex as he drove, clearly very comfortable at the wheel. She loved a man that took charge. Even though he had sunglasses on, she could tell when he looked over at her on deck with a smile on his face as she sunbathed. They drove for awhile, looking at the scenery as homes passed by them, as well as the occasional boater.
After awhile, Alex said loudly over the roar of the twin engines, "We're getting close to the end of the intercoastal. It's going to open up soon."
Soon the coastline gradually fell away as they headed out into the open ocean. Alex cut the engines and they started drifting suddenly, flowing with the current.
Alex grabbed a fishing pole that was hidden away, and a tackle box and started stringing a lure. Then he threw the line over, and put the pole on a hook so he could sit back and relax next to Dana.
They sat in silence for awhile, listening to the sound of the waves they gently rocked the boat.
Finally Dana spoke. "Is this what you call fishing?"
He laughed. "What do you mean by that?"
"It's lazy man fishing. You aren't even holding the pole!"
He laughed again, and grabbed the picnic basket. "Fishing is supposed to be relaxing. At least, for me it is." He dug out a carefully wrapped sandwich. "Here, try this."
She opened it and took a bite. "Oh my God what is this?" She asked after a moment. The sandwich was delicious!
Alex grinned. "It's a family recipe. It's basically a pulled pork sandwich with onions and caper-infused mayonnaise. Now, I know you have a thing against onions, but here in Florida we have a special recipe that caramelizes our small, sweet onions into delectable tasty treats."
It was true - Dana hated onions. But she couldn't get over this sandwich. It was amazing. "Wow. You guys could sell this and make a fortune."
He laughed. "That's exactly what my uncle did. He owns a smokehouse downtown. He is thinking of expanding. They get so much business it's almost overwhelming."
Dana didn't know that. She was thoughtful as she finished her food. Alex gave her a bag of chips and a glass of sangria his mom mixed for them. Soon she was feeling fantastic.
"My Mom packed a veggie tray with dip if you're still hungry. " He said as he finished up his food.
For some reason Dana found his comment hilarious.
"Are you feeling good?" He asked her, realizing she was probably fairly tipsy.
"Hey, you know what we should do?" She said suddenly.
"Um, no, what?"
Without warning. she came close, leaned down and pulled open his trunks, exposing himself.
"Dana!" He said, shocked. Then she opened her mouth and pulled his faccid member past her warm, cushiony lips and started sucking him hard.
Alex looked around to make sure no one was within viewing distance as he felt himself grow while her tongue was exploring and encouraging his manhood. He tentatively reached down and put his hand on the back of her head as she started bobbing him furiously in and out. Then, to his surprise, she stopped, and grabbed the picnic basket.
She pulled out the tub of dip.
Alex knew immediately where this was going. "I don't know if-"
She pulled off the lid of the container, grabbed his hard member and put it directly into the dip. Dana didn't usually get a reaction from Alex -he was very easygoing- but she smiled as he gasped when the cool creaminess coated his manhood. She swirled him around, getting gobs of dip on himself, then set the dip down and rubbed it on him, coating his organ. It was a hot, sunny day and the dip created a difference in temperature which Alex found strangely arousing.
