We head onto the beach at the park just past the craft market. We’re walking the water line and the soft lapping of the surf is rolling over our Keens. Sweetie Pie is wearing a shoe length black yoga skirt and it starts to get a little wet at the bottom. She tries to roll the skirt up a little but that doesn’t really keep it dry. We stop two or three times as she continues to roll it up. What started out as Rita Hayworth in Rio is devolving into Ma Kettle on Waikiki. “What? What?!?” Sweetie Pie asks as my smile widens. “You little pisser!” she exhorts as she smacks me while I giggle.
Shortly we pass a resort with a beach front shop. Hanging beachside are a number of barely there cover ups. Sweetie Pie turns in. She finds a sweet little sheer black handkerchief she can tie around her waist. “How much?” I ask. $12 US. The clerk goes back inside. While Sweetie Pie was browsing I had been talking to a couple of guys sitting in front of the shop. One is selling boat trips, the other, older gentleman just seems to be hanging out. He leans over to me, gives me the nudge and wink and says, “Bargain.” I laugh and when the clerk come backs I ask again and get the same answer. “How about 600?” A laugh. “800?” “That’s my cost!” she says. “900 then.” “950,” she says with a “Deal!” reply. The old gentleman is smiling and gives me a tap on the arm when she goes in to make change. I get the change and wait for the clerk to go back in the shop. I turn to the gentleman and say, “Have a great day, mon!” We rasta shake with the full on finger snap. I hand him the fifty. He smiles and nods.
We continue up the beach. We stop at Merrills II because I love the sea grapes right at the shoreline and I think it’s a good spot for us to leave the bag while we swim because it has decent security. Plus it’s hot and we are thirsty. 300j for a decent rum and ting but it’s ok, we’re going to swim. After our refreshment and relaxation we head into the water. I don’t particularly like the float lined swim area but it’s big enough to get out where you can’t touch bottom. We swim and splash and play. We come into shallower water and sea dance which is a blast and just plain sexy. If you get out to a depth where your shoulders are just above water while your knees are bent you can hold your lover floating in your arms like a baby. At this depth you can twist and turn, run and stop, spin and swoon forever at nearly no effort with you lady’s face, neck and bosom laid out for you like a gourmet platter. I highly recommend you try it.
After sun drying and reapplying sun block we head up the beach. We stop at Sunshine Bar and get ice cold Red Stripes for 150J. Ice cold. We sit on the picnic table and have a few. This place is run by the lady from the old For Real bar. Cheap beer, no hassling, great bar. We meet Kim and Kathy and have a nice conversation, they are long timers. You just meet the coolest people in Negril.
