"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.
