Showered and ready to hit the town, James asks the inevitable question. "Where do you want to go to dinner?"
"I dunno, somewhere with good poutine," replies Veronica.
"Ha! You might have trouble finding that here. It isn't Quebec," says James.
"Ah, oui but it is Canada!" Veronica snaps back.
"Okay I will look it up," says James. "Oh, hey there is this place called The Ale House. It won some TripAdvisor award. It says they have great steak and seafood as well as amazing poutine. Oh, they also have two patios, but with this fog maybe we will eat inside. There will be no stargazing tonight," James adds. "In the description for the place it says: "At The Ale House guests are able to experience the hot summer sun and gentle breeze from the Charlottetown Harbour. Great Food, Great Rock. Lots of it!"
"Sounds good to me!" Veronica exclaims and they head out to the front porch as the screen door slammer closes with a loud snap behind them.
It's a short coastal drive into town and Waze helps them navigate to The Ale House on Kent Street. They arrive in about 20 minutes at a pale yellow clapboard century house on the corner fronted by indigo patio blue awnings on both sides.
With the fog rolling in it is difficult for them to decide whether to eat inside or outside. Veronica takes his hand and brings her face within inches of his.
"Let's eat inside, there seems to be a nice atmosphere and it looks like there will be a live band a bit later," says Victoria. "Let's get a table by the window so we can at least see the sea though," she says.
"Sounds perfect," says James. "I hope we like the band. It says they are called 'Hops and The Skip', so who knows. I like that beer is involved in the name," James chuckles.
The two lovers sit down by a window overlooking the harbour and the server brings two huge menus. They are so big, that they can't even see each other behind them.
"Well I already know what I'm having," declares Veronica.
"Let me guess. Poutine?" asks James.
"Well duh, of course," she says. "But without the bacon."
"Yeah I figured," responds James. "I'm so having steak and frites, but I also want some clam chowdah to start. Will you have some if I order it?" he asks.
"I will have some just to taste but I don't want all that rich fattening cream, so you can eat most of it, haha!" she says.
"Oh my goodness, I'm so hungry I didn't even look at this huge beer menu," laments Veronica.
"Yeah, I'll have the Tatamagouche double IPA says James."
"And for the the lovely lady?" asks the server. James and Veronica look at each other with a smirk. "Oh I'll have the same," Veronica blurts out. "That way we can compare notes."
As soon as the server leaves, James takes Veronica's hand and leans in to kiss her. The window is open a little to allow in the salty sea breeze. He caresses the top of her hand with his thumb.
"I can't believe we did that earlier," she says. "That was crazy!"
"But did you enjoy that?" asks James. "Being watched while we do it?"
"Actually I have to confess something," she says. "I knew we were being watched! Ha, ha! Ugh, in fact, I got really turned on by it. I wanted them to see better and I wanted to see them better, so that's why I turned and bent over for you to take me from behind. Well, besides the fact that I love when you — she leans in and whispers — fuck me hard and fast like a dog." Veronica covers her mouth with her hand right after the words come out of her mouth. "That way they could both see you pushing your Mister inside me. They could also see between my open legs as my breasts were bouncing with every thrust. And of course, given the angle those two were sitting at they could certainly see my soaking lady almost fully, along with her juices glistening on your rock hard shaft," she whispers while looking around to make sure she isn't overheard.
James immediately feels himself swelling beneath his chinos. His hardness keeps twitching and pulsing, at which point he sees a couple walk over to a nearby table, also by the window. They both have tanned skin and really dark brown hair. He looks athletic although not overly muscle bound, more like well toned soccer player. She looks quite exotic, Spanish perhaps with long dark wavy hair and beautiful long slender legs. They are both well dressed and they have their luggage with them.
"Oh my god!" whispers Veronica leaning over to James. "That's them! The ones from the beach earlier."
James hadn't really looked at their faces but after a few subtle glances, he concurs.
They both suddenly feel nervous and exposed.
"Okay just act natural and pretend you have never seen them," says James. At which point their food arrives, and the lovers relax and begin to eat and chat about what they might want to do the next day.
James is cutting into his steak, "oh this is cooked perfectly," he declares.
"Ha, ha, so is my poutine," laughs Veronica who is playfully rubbing her foot against his leg beneath the table.
James is about to take another bite and realises they are being watched. Well, not only are they being watched, but there is a rather short skirt with long tanned legs practically leaning against their table.
"Hello, I couldn't help overhearing you two," says the stranger. "I'm Gloria, and over there is my partner, Xavier. We have checked out of our hotel and when we got to the airport they said all of the flights are cancelled tonight due to fog. Do you guys know a good place we can book in for the night?"
"Hmmm, I'm not sure," says James looking rather concerned. "Oh, this is Veronica and I am James. You could look up airBandBs or perhaps ask the server. We are just visiting from Ontario, so we can't really advise. That is lousy about your flight but better to arrive alive."
"Okay that makes sense," says Gloria. Who is already on her way back to her table.
Veronica looks up at James with a quizzical look on her face.
