Greg suggested we should go out for a special dinner to celebrate it being two months from our first day; the second monthversary if you will.
Much as Greg admitted to caring about what I wore, he almost never tried to influence it. So it was unusual when he gave me strict instructions what I should wear for the night – my red Brazilian bikini under the low fronted cocktail dress I had worn the night we went out with my parents (which also happened to be red). I sarcastically asked whether he wanted to specify the shoes I should wear too, to which he simply replied that men don't notice anything below the ankles – so the choice of shoes was mine. But apart from that he wouldn't tell me where we were going or what he had in mind.
When he came to pick me up I flashed my bikini pants at him to show I was following instructions. However, he could see that I wasn't wearing the bikini top (because the tie string would be visible across my chest due to the deep plunge of the front; and in any case I rather enjoyed giving Greg a nipple peak while he was sitting next to me). So he asked if I had it with me. When I told him I didn't he sent me back inside to get it as I'd definitely be needing it. This was all very strange.
Instead of driving toward the main part of town where most of the food places were, we drove back to Greg's house. Now Greg's family have a rather nice house located on the riverfront. This is only a small town, so you don't need to be a multimillionaire to have one, but it's definitely one of the better parts of town. But there's no restaurants near-by and he still wasn't telling me what was happening.
He led me down the side passage to the backyard which fronted on to the river and where they had a ramshackle jetty out over the river. At the end of the jetty I noticed Greg had tied up the small outboard powered inflatable their family owned. It was one that they had acquired when the surf lifesavers had updated the ones they used in the surf and sold off their old ones – so it was nothing more than an open boat with a tiller steered motor. There were no seats – you sat on the sides.
At his invitation, I followed his lead in taking off my shoes and heading out along the jetty and stepping down in to the boat. I noticed it had been cleaned and tidied up from its usual well used state. And then he started to undress.
"Isn't it a bit early in the night for sex and won't the neighbours object?"
"I don't know it's ever too early for sex and I'm willing if you are, but I actually thought you might not want to get your good clothes wet as we go out by boat." Whereupon he handed me a plastic bag to match the one he was now putting his shirt, slacks and shoes into. So that's why he was so specific about the bikini! Of course I didn't have the top on. I'd become quite brazen in some ways since meeting Greg and for a moment I was tempted to just whip off the dress and then put the top on, notwithstanding that it was not yet dusk and we were in full public view from the river. But discretion became the better part of valour and I slipped the neck string of the bikini under the halter of my dress and tied it at the back before slipping the dress off.
As Greg cast off and headed up river, it occurred to me that this was a rather strange way of going out to what was supposed to be a fancy dinner – dressed in swimmers in an open boat.
Greg explained where we were heading. The river wasn't a major one, but had two towns on it. Greg's home town was near the entrance and there was another smaller one – which was little more than an old fishing village - upriver where it opened up in to a reasonably sized lake. I'd never really explored upstream before, and while the geography of the river and lake were apparent from the map I'd looked at when the family were planning the holiday, I hadn't really focused on whether the river continued upstream of the lake or it was just feed by a series of streams.
The upstream town had a fancy restaurant with its own jetty. We could have gone by car, but Greg thought the boat was a more novel way of going and in any case, because he was a provisional driver he wasn't allowed any drink if we went by car, but could have a couple of glasses of wine and still stay under the legal limit for operating a boat.
Being mid-January it was a beautiful warm late afternoon as we set out; with daylight saving meaning that sunset was not until nearly 8 pm, so it was a delightful trip up and it gave me a chance to check out the scenery of the river as we went. This was all familiar territory to Greg so as far as I could see he spent more time checking out my boobs as they bumped up and down with the waves – more so after one jumped out of my top.
Our arrival at the restaurant was somewhat amusing and Greg admitted afterwards it was part of what attracted him to the idea. The jetty came directly off an open deck covered in white linen encased tables which was part of the eating area. It was no doubt intended to let customers with fancy boats and clothes to match make a 'grande entrance'. Instead, up rock a couple of kids in a beat up old inflatable dressed in swimmers who then proceed to get dressed on the jetty in full view of those customers already there. Greg at least did make a point of mooring the inflatable around the side of the deck so as to leave room for the fancy boats at the main part of the jetty.
As I completed my dressing, I made a point of turning toward the eating area as I pulled the string on my bikini top to let me slide it out from under my dress. We certainly got the waiter's attention and we were quickly seated and our order taken.
Half way through the main course, I'd looked down from Greg to concentrate on carving myself off another morsel of steak when I felt something slide up between my thighs. Fortunately before I squealed out and clamped by knees together I realised it was Greg's stockinged foot. I looked up at him and he had this look of studied innocence.
While he engaged me on some trivial conversation he pushed his foot up between my legs and started stroking my pussy with his toes. He quickly managed to locate where my clit was; massaging it. At first it was such an enjoyable sensation and the whole idea was such a turn on, I actually spread my knees apart to give him better access. But it didn't take too long before I was starting to squirm a bit with the intensifying pleasure and it was certainly difficult to keep a straight face, maintain a normal conversation and politely eat my meal while I was on the verge of an orgasm.
