Fish Fry Friday at Lagoonies in St.Maarten almost became too popular, but I was in the mood for fish and chips, music and mingling. So I got there early and grabbed a small table in the corner near the dinghy dock. I was sure to tip well when I got my first beer so the cute French waitress would remember me as it got busier. I was thinking I should get my food order in when she came over.
"Hi, is anyone sitting with you?"
"No, please." I waved at the other chairs.
The lady sat down, the man went to he bar for two Heinekens (beers). They seemed like a personable couple, about my age.
We ordered our food together. Then the live music started.
"Come, dance." She pulled me to the dance floor. It was a slow tune.
"Do you swing, Joe?"
"Like, er?"
"Sex, threesomes or wife swapping. Ever been into that?"
I lost the rhythm for a moment.
"Ah, well never tried, um, never was asked."
"Ever had sex with a man?"
"Uh, no."
"Does that idea turn you off?"
"Uh, no. Just never had the offer." What was I playing at? I asked myself.
Jane must have given Rob some sort of signal as we returned to the table. His hand went to my knee and her foot slid up my my calf.
"It's OK Joe, don't let Jane scare you."
"Bring your beer and come to the parking lot."
Rob opened the back door of the older Ford Explorer with the tinted windows. Jane climbed in. "Come in. Don't be shy."
"Move over." Rob shut the door behind him.
Jane turned my chin towards herself and gave me a slow sweet kiss.
'"Shouldn't you kiss Rob too?"
What the hell, right? I said I'd never had the opportunity less than an hour ago.
I turned to Rob. He smiled and closed his eyes, then kissed me just as tenderly as she had.