"I just love Tarpon Springs." My wife almost sang as we walked down the sidewalk that led through the little square to the main street along the pier. "No matter how many times I come here it always seems so special."
"I just wish I lived close enough to come more often like you two." My sister who was visiting from out of state quickly added.
"OK gals." I turned to look back at them as I led the way though the crowd, "Follow me quickly or we won't be able to get a table."
I knew exactly how to find it. My wife and I had been here probably thirty times in the fifteen years we'd lived in Florida. It was not only my wife's favorite restaurant but also one of my sister's after being here only a few times over the years. It was a real Greek restaurant in a real Greek community. The food wasn't my actual favorite too, but the atmosphere was up there pretty high on my list.
I'm a voyeur and always have been. Absolutely love to people watch and can read a story in almost anyone. And, my stories are almost certain to me erotic in nature.
Now the Greek women aren't exactly beautiful but they have such a sexual air to them. My wife tells me the Greek men are very attractive and sexy but to me, a man's only appeal is a good personality and a nice cock so I really wouldn't be the judge. And here at this little dockside community there is such a selection of the local Greek community and an international smorgasbord of tourists to observe.
If you've read any of my previous stories you might remember "Surprising Quisine" which also took place here. My wife and I always look for that particular waitress when we're here but I guess she left for good.
"Let's sit on the sidewalk if we can." My wife grabbed my arm as we walked to the restaurant.
"That's a good table." I pointed to one in the corner right by the open full window that was overlooking the sidewalk. "Come on gals, let's hurry."
"Outside please." My sister told the greeter as she stepped up into the restaurant just in front of us.
We weren't in time for the exact table I wanted but got one diagonally across from it. Two young men and a young woman had managed to get it just ahead of us. They were all three in their early thirties or late twenties and attractive. I wondered where they'd come from because I hadn't noticed them in front of us and they must have just arrived because the table had been vacant only minutes before. And, I know I would have noticed young attractive people if I'd seen them.
"What are you getting?" My sister asked my wife as they looked at the menu.
"The salad of course," my wife instantly replied as she looked at the menu then finished, "and the grouper sandwich too I think."
"I think I'll have the salad and some sandwich too," my sister thought a little while then asked, "have you had the grouper sandwich before?"
I noticed that the young woman, who had her back to me but I could see her face in a mirrored wall behind the young man across the table from her, was smiling broadly at the young man across from her. The other young man, who was sitting beside her was curiously watching her and the other young man... turning his head back and forth with the conversation like an official at a tennis match.
"What are you getting?" either my wife or my sister asked... or maybe both at the same time, I just wasn't sure.
"I'll get the salad for sure... and I guess the grouper too." I glanced at my three young people again then back at my sister and wife and finished, "and a Michelob light."
The young woman pulled one of her muscular young legs up under her in the chair. She was leaning across the table to get a little bit closer to the young man across it from her. I noticed her legs more now and they were very nice. her shorts were conservative... in fact her clothes were conservative, nothing provocative or sexy, but she starting to become very sexy. I think when a woman starts to think about sex she has a tendency to let her sexuality show in a way that most women try to conceal most of the time. This was obvious a sexy moment for this young woman and I was sharing it.
"I'll have a margarita on the rocks and also a glass of water." My wife's voice was slightly louder and caught my attention.
"I think ice tea is all." My sister added.
"Mick light draft." I glanced at the waiter briefly as I gave my drink order then looked back at my youngsters.
It was obvious that the young woman and young man across the table from each other were getting better and better acquainted by the minute and thoroughly enjoying their exploration of a new acquaintances. The other young man didn't seem jealous, upset, or left out. Just curious and obviously very interested in every single word, expression, and body language that was used by his two companions. I wondered if maybe he was simply her brother sent along on a first date or something. Didn't I see something like that in the movie about the fat Greek lady getting married?
"I'll be right back," my wife started getting up, "I've got to go to the bathroom before I can drink anything."
"Guess who I got an email from a few weeks ago?" I knew I needed to entertain my sister while we were alone so I returned my thoughts to our table.
"Who?" my sister seemed confused that I'd start a whole new topic like this when my wife had just left.
"My first wife," I dropped the bombshell knowing that my sister would love the info since we'd all thought that this girl had probably died thirty-five years ago. I'd never really been married at all since I was in the service and gone the whole two years but my first wife had spent a lot of time those years with my family and my sister actually knew her better than me.
"Really!" my sister responded. "Where is she? How's she doing? Why did she contact you?"
"She just ran across a site from our high school and found my email address I think." I thought a bit then continued. "She's fine, been in Real Estate, lives somewhere here in Florida too now and seems to be doing OK. She was married again but it didn't last either and has been single for years and just appears to be married to her career."
"Great, our drinks are here." My wife sat back down and took a long sip on her water before picking up her margarita.
The young woman wasn't really eating her meal but just sort of picking at it as she was obviously devouring the young man across the table from her. He wasn't bad looking I guess. Short hair and a nice face. It was hard to guess when he was sitting but he was probably a little less than six feet tall and just muscular enough to indicate either a lot of working out or perhaps some enhancement drugs. The young woman had an athletic body. She probably considered herself over weight but I don't think she likely had any fat on her except for, of course, her small but adequate breasts. Dark hair, large brown eyes, and though not really pretty, certainly not unattractive either. The other young man was simply a nice looking, very ordinary type of young man that you'd not notice.
"Are you going to your class reunions?" My sister sounded like she was talking to me.
"What reunion?" I was caught off guard by her question and realized I must have missed quite a bit of the conversation.
"We were just talking about the one I went too last year for several classes at once." She explained then added. "And I think your class is having the same thing in a year or so for your fortieth."
"I don't think I'd go..." I smiled then added, "heck, wouldn't be nothing but a bunch of old people there anyway."
"Oh, you'd enjoy it." She started to do her usual 'talk the little brother into something' routine.
"No, really sis," I stopped her, "I was emailed by a friend a while back and asked the same thing. And I really don't want to go that far for something that unimportant to me."
"Are you going to tell her about the other email?" My wife added almost sarcastically.
"Already did." I took the smart route and answered honestly, to the point, and nothing more without a lawyer.
The waiter brought the check to the table across from us and the young man that hadn't been part of the conversation took it and paid. The young woman and the other young man's eyes never lost contact and the poor guy paying also got stuck with the tip. I was beginning to think that there was more to this than I previously expected.
As the table was cleaned, but before the three got up to leave the young woman reached across the table and took both of the young man's hands in hers and said something across to him that I couldn't make out. He smiled broadly and I do think actually blushed a little. The other young man hadn't been looking at them right then but I did see a smile cross his face as he heard and was putting the money down on the table.
"So, now do you see I was right?" My wife's tone of voice alerted me that I was being spoken to.
"I'm sorry?" I turned and let them know that I hadn't been paying attention.
"That you were wrong in writing back." My wife repeated her obviously previous statement.
"Well, I was just curious about her." I took the best self defense I had thought of before and stuck to it.
"I think if he was curious then it was fine," my sister sounded like she was playing a marriage counselor or something, "but if he was writing too much then maybe..."
She kissed him right on the mouth! Not a peck either. She kissed the young man beside her on the mouth and her lips were parted enough to let it known that if a tongue were interested... well now! I don't think brothers get kisses like that. Well, not in this fantasy anyway.
"I told you that even your sister would agree with me that you were out of line." My wife spoke with that tone I really don't care for.
"OK, I was wrong." I said mainly because I needed desperately to not be part of their conversation right at this moment.
As the three got up the young woman was still holding the hand of the young man she'd just kissed so passionately and whispered something in his ear that made him smile that sheepish smile again. Then she stepped to the the young man she'd been flirting with for that past thirty minutes and put her arms around him, then kissed him as passionately as she had the other young man and as sexually as the setting would allow without being considered too out of place.
"Are you going to have dessert?" My sister asked my wife.
"I'd love to but I'd better not." My wife answered with a smile. "I've already been splurging way too much."
Now my wife isn't overweight at all. But, just turning 50 she's her own worst critic. In fact she looked pretty good as I saw her between me and the three young people walking past.
"Are you about finished? My sister asked.
I looked down and realized I hadn't eaten much at all. I quickly dug down and found the Greek potato salad under all the rabbit food and ate it. Then I asked the waiter who'd just gotten close to bring me a doggy bag for my sandwich.
As the three walked down the sidewalk away from the restaurant I noticed that she was in the middle and was holding both young men's hands. Hands! Damn, I hadn't noticed if there were wedding rings on any of them. Was this an anniversary gift to a wife? A birthday present? Or perhaps a birthday present from the wife to her husband? Was her young husband into watching her with another... or maybe even bisexual himself?
"Ready?" The gals were already standing and I hurriedly put the money on the ticket.
"I'll get the tip." My sister spoke as she dug through her purse.
"No, thanks, but it's our treat." I quickly figured a twenty-five percent tip and left the money.
As we left the restaurant I looked to see if there were any way we could catch up to the threesome, but realized they were already gone... somewhere, some nice hotel or other private spot to conclude what was established as acceptable to all at the restaurant.
I wished that my sister hadn't been there. My wife and I could have observed these three together and she'd have seen what I'd seen. That way when I told her about them later when we were alone she'd have been able to share more and be less amused.
And, just maybe, she'd have seen that look on the young woman's face. That look of adventure, curiosities to be satisfied, confidence, and to hell with society if this is what we all three want. I fantasize mostly of the day my wife will understand that a couple as married as we are doesn't need to feel threatened about any person, persons, or situations. Pleasure is one thing... a strong intimate relationship is another. I wonder if that young couple was old enough to survive what they apparently were about to do? Hope so. And just maybe when they're in their fifties and married for thirty something years they'll be right back at that same Greek restaurant with another man... or woman!
"I just wish I lived close enough to come more often like you two." My sister who was visiting from out of state quickly added.
"OK gals." I turned to look back at them as I led the way though the crowd, "Follow me quickly or we won't be able to get a table."
I knew exactly how to find it. My wife and I had been here probably thirty times in the fifteen years we'd lived in Florida. It was not only my wife's favorite restaurant but also one of my sister's after being here only a few times over the years. It was a real Greek restaurant in a real Greek community. The food wasn't my actual favorite too, but the atmosphere was up there pretty high on my list.
I'm a voyeur and always have been. Absolutely love to people watch and can read a story in almost anyone. And, my stories are almost certain to me erotic in nature.
Now the Greek women aren't exactly beautiful but they have such a sexual air to them. My wife tells me the Greek men are very attractive and sexy but to me, a man's only appeal is a good personality and a nice cock so I really wouldn't be the judge. And here at this little dockside community there is such a selection of the local Greek community and an international smorgasbord of tourists to observe.
If you've read any of my previous stories you might remember "Surprising Quisine" which also took place here. My wife and I always look for that particular waitress when we're here but I guess she left for good.
"Let's sit on the sidewalk if we can." My wife grabbed my arm as we walked to the restaurant.
"That's a good table." I pointed to one in the corner right by the open full window that was overlooking the sidewalk. "Come on gals, let's hurry."
"Outside please." My sister told the greeter as she stepped up into the restaurant just in front of us.
We weren't in time for the exact table I wanted but got one diagonally across from it. Two young men and a young woman had managed to get it just ahead of us. They were all three in their early thirties or late twenties and attractive. I wondered where they'd come from because I hadn't noticed them in front of us and they must have just arrived because the table had been vacant only minutes before. And, I know I would have noticed young attractive people if I'd seen them.
"What are you getting?" My sister asked my wife as they looked at the menu.
"The salad of course," my wife instantly replied as she looked at the menu then finished, "and the grouper sandwich too I think."
"I think I'll have the salad and some sandwich too," my sister thought a little while then asked, "have you had the grouper sandwich before?"
I noticed that the young woman, who had her back to me but I could see her face in a mirrored wall behind the young man across the table from her, was smiling broadly at the young man across from her. The other young man, who was sitting beside her was curiously watching her and the other young man... turning his head back and forth with the conversation like an official at a tennis match.
"What are you getting?" either my wife or my sister asked... or maybe both at the same time, I just wasn't sure.
"I'll get the salad for sure... and I guess the grouper too." I glanced at my three young people again then back at my sister and wife and finished, "and a Michelob light."
The young woman pulled one of her muscular young legs up under her in the chair. She was leaning across the table to get a little bit closer to the young man across it from her. I noticed her legs more now and they were very nice. her shorts were conservative... in fact her clothes were conservative, nothing provocative or sexy, but she starting to become very sexy. I think when a woman starts to think about sex she has a tendency to let her sexuality show in a way that most women try to conceal most of the time. This was obvious a sexy moment for this young woman and I was sharing it.
"I'll have a margarita on the rocks and also a glass of water." My wife's voice was slightly louder and caught my attention.
"I think ice tea is all." My sister added.
"Mick light draft." I glanced at the waiter briefly as I gave my drink order then looked back at my youngsters.
It was obvious that the young woman and young man across the table from each other were getting better and better acquainted by the minute and thoroughly enjoying their exploration of a new acquaintances. The other young man didn't seem jealous, upset, or left out. Just curious and obviously very interested in every single word, expression, and body language that was used by his two companions. I wondered if maybe he was simply her brother sent along on a first date or something. Didn't I see something like that in the movie about the fat Greek lady getting married?
"I'll be right back," my wife started getting up, "I've got to go to the bathroom before I can drink anything."
"Guess who I got an email from a few weeks ago?" I knew I needed to entertain my sister while we were alone so I returned my thoughts to our table.
"Who?" my sister seemed confused that I'd start a whole new topic like this when my wife had just left.
"My first wife," I dropped the bombshell knowing that my sister would love the info since we'd all thought that this girl had probably died thirty-five years ago. I'd never really been married at all since I was in the service and gone the whole two years but my first wife had spent a lot of time those years with my family and my sister actually knew her better than me.
"Really!" my sister responded. "Where is she? How's she doing? Why did she contact you?"
"She just ran across a site from our high school and found my email address I think." I thought a bit then continued. "She's fine, been in Real Estate, lives somewhere here in Florida too now and seems to be doing OK. She was married again but it didn't last either and has been single for years and just appears to be married to her career."
"Great, our drinks are here." My wife sat back down and took a long sip on her water before picking up her margarita.
The young woman wasn't really eating her meal but just sort of picking at it as she was obviously devouring the young man across the table from her. He wasn't bad looking I guess. Short hair and a nice face. It was hard to guess when he was sitting but he was probably a little less than six feet tall and just muscular enough to indicate either a lot of working out or perhaps some enhancement drugs. The young woman had an athletic body. She probably considered herself over weight but I don't think she likely had any fat on her except for, of course, her small but adequate breasts. Dark hair, large brown eyes, and though not really pretty, certainly not unattractive either. The other young man was simply a nice looking, very ordinary type of young man that you'd not notice.
"Are you going to your class reunions?" My sister sounded like she was talking to me.
"What reunion?" I was caught off guard by her question and realized I must have missed quite a bit of the conversation.
"We were just talking about the one I went too last year for several classes at once." She explained then added. "And I think your class is having the same thing in a year or so for your fortieth."
"I don't think I'd go..." I smiled then added, "heck, wouldn't be nothing but a bunch of old people there anyway."
"Oh, you'd enjoy it." She started to do her usual 'talk the little brother into something' routine.
"No, really sis," I stopped her, "I was emailed by a friend a while back and asked the same thing. And I really don't want to go that far for something that unimportant to me."
"Are you going to tell her about the other email?" My wife added almost sarcastically.
"Already did." I took the smart route and answered honestly, to the point, and nothing more without a lawyer.
The waiter brought the check to the table across from us and the young man that hadn't been part of the conversation took it and paid. The young woman and the other young man's eyes never lost contact and the poor guy paying also got stuck with the tip. I was beginning to think that there was more to this than I previously expected.
As the table was cleaned, but before the three got up to leave the young woman reached across the table and took both of the young man's hands in hers and said something across to him that I couldn't make out. He smiled broadly and I do think actually blushed a little. The other young man hadn't been looking at them right then but I did see a smile cross his face as he heard and was putting the money down on the table.
"So, now do you see I was right?" My wife's tone of voice alerted me that I was being spoken to.
"I'm sorry?" I turned and let them know that I hadn't been paying attention.
"That you were wrong in writing back." My wife repeated her obviously previous statement.
"Well, I was just curious about her." I took the best self defense I had thought of before and stuck to it.
"I think if he was curious then it was fine," my sister sounded like she was playing a marriage counselor or something, "but if he was writing too much then maybe..."
She kissed him right on the mouth! Not a peck either. She kissed the young man beside her on the mouth and her lips were parted enough to let it known that if a tongue were interested... well now! I don't think brothers get kisses like that. Well, not in this fantasy anyway.
"I told you that even your sister would agree with me that you were out of line." My wife spoke with that tone I really don't care for.
"OK, I was wrong." I said mainly because I needed desperately to not be part of their conversation right at this moment.
As the three got up the young woman was still holding the hand of the young man she'd just kissed so passionately and whispered something in his ear that made him smile that sheepish smile again. Then she stepped to the the young man she'd been flirting with for that past thirty minutes and put her arms around him, then kissed him as passionately as she had the other young man and as sexually as the setting would allow without being considered too out of place.
"Are you going to have dessert?" My sister asked my wife.
"I'd love to but I'd better not." My wife answered with a smile. "I've already been splurging way too much."
Now my wife isn't overweight at all. But, just turning 50 she's her own worst critic. In fact she looked pretty good as I saw her between me and the three young people walking past.
"Are you about finished? My sister asked.
I looked down and realized I hadn't eaten much at all. I quickly dug down and found the Greek potato salad under all the rabbit food and ate it. Then I asked the waiter who'd just gotten close to bring me a doggy bag for my sandwich.
As the three walked down the sidewalk away from the restaurant I noticed that she was in the middle and was holding both young men's hands. Hands! Damn, I hadn't noticed if there were wedding rings on any of them. Was this an anniversary gift to a wife? A birthday present? Or perhaps a birthday present from the wife to her husband? Was her young husband into watching her with another... or maybe even bisexual himself?
"Ready?" The gals were already standing and I hurriedly put the money on the ticket.
"I'll get the tip." My sister spoke as she dug through her purse.
"No, thanks, but it's our treat." I quickly figured a twenty-five percent tip and left the money.
As we left the restaurant I looked to see if there were any way we could catch up to the threesome, but realized they were already gone... somewhere, some nice hotel or other private spot to conclude what was established as acceptable to all at the restaurant.
I wished that my sister hadn't been there. My wife and I could have observed these three together and she'd have seen what I'd seen. That way when I told her about them later when we were alone she'd have been able to share more and be less amused.
And, just maybe, she'd have seen that look on the young woman's face. That look of adventure, curiosities to be satisfied, confidence, and to hell with society if this is what we all three want. I fantasize mostly of the day my wife will understand that a couple as married as we are doesn't need to feel threatened about any person, persons, or situations. Pleasure is one thing... a strong intimate relationship is another. I wonder if that young couple was old enough to survive what they apparently were about to do? Hope so. And just maybe when they're in their fifties and married for thirty something years they'll be right back at that same Greek restaurant with another man... or woman!