"Jack, it's good to see you. It's been far too long. How are Skie and the girls?" Mark greeted his old friend with a warm hug. He was shocked at the change he saw in the older man, in just eight short years..
Jack, the deep lines in his face making him look far older than his forty-five years, smiled cryptically. "Skie is doing wonderfully. She's visiting her mother this week, or she would have joined us. As for the girls, why don't you ask them?"
"Uncle Mark," came an indignant voice from behind him. "Why haven't you been out to visit since you've been back?" As Mark turned, he couldn't believe what he saw. The voice was coming from a beautiful redhead, who had still been a little girl the last time he had seen her, eight years ago when he had gone off to college. Thinking of that time, when she and her sister had been two of his biggest admirers, he couldn't help but smile.
He remembered the games they used to play, and the fact that she had sworn that she was going to marry him when she grew up. She had always been loving to her "uncle", though the title was honorary. He had merely been a good friend of the O'Hara's, especially the girls' mother, Skie. Mark had smiled and played along, knowing that she would outgrow her crush, but feeling flattered nonetheless. Now, at twenty-one, she was still looking at him with stars in her eyes, though he completely missed them.
"I'm sorry, Liz. I've been too busy, what with making sure that this restaurant succeeds. Besides, last I'd heard, you were all traveling." Elizabeth looked down, apparently pouting, but when she looked up, there was a playful gleam in her eyes that he couldn't help but notice.
Reaching up and lacing her fingers behind his neck, she pulled him closer and whispered in his ear, "I'll forgive you, just this once." She followed this up with a playful nibble on his ear that sent shivers down Mark's spine.
As he was recovering from the shock of seeing the change in the sweet, shy girl he had known years ago, he was unprepared for the next. Elizabeth had always been slight, but her sister had been the total opposite. A tomboy without shame, Darlene had been teased for years about her weight. When she was seven, she came running home crying because of the jokes. It was all her mother could do to convince her she was beautiful. Therefore, Mark was a little surprised to see a toned, athletic young woman come walking up. Unlike her sister, though, Darlene did not play games. She smiled tightly, gave him a quick hug with a whispered. "It's good to see you," and stepped back. Something about the hungry way she stared at him, however, made him a little uncomfortable.
"Shall we, ladies?" Jack, his mind preoccupied with work, had missed the little interchange. Mark extended his arm, which Elizabeth took without hesitation. The four of them went to Mark's personal table. Bowing to his superior knowledge of the menu, the three allowed the restaurateur to order for them, trusting his memory of their tastes. Mark's memory served well, and all three of them were thoroughly impressed with the menu.
As the meal progressed, they caught up on old times. Over the appetizers, a wonderful focaccia bread and delicious stuffed mushrooms, Mark regaled them with tales of his three year world tour. Over the salads, Jack told of the success of his company, thanks, in no small measure, to the sacrifices his wife and family had made of his time, as well as their own. During the entree, Jack veritably glowed as he told of Elizabeth's valedictorian speech, and Darlene's state MVP awards for soccer, basketball, and softball.
While the conversations were going on, Elizabeth made a point to touch Mark's arm as often as possible, while laughing in response to a witty remark, or gratefully acknowledging a compliment. Gradually, she became more bold, finally resting her hand on his thigh. This did not go unnoticed by Mark, who spent the time trying to resolve the respect he had for his old friend, and the increasingly difficult task of controlling the building lust for his two daughters. He was fairly certain that the lust would win the struggle.
Another strike against the respect was the soft feel of Darlene's foot sliding up his shin. At first, Mark was not certain of the touch, as it began somewhat hesitantly. Before long, however, the pressure increased, and the foot became increasingly bold. Mark was impressed with the control the young woman had over her body, as she was stroking his shin and calf with her toes without showing any sign of movement above the table. Gradually, her foot moved higher up his leg, stroking his thigh, and gradually moving to the inside of his leg.
Soon, Darlene's foot was in Mark's lap. She stroked up and down his crotch, her dexterous toes squeezing his rapidly stiffening member. It was all Mark could do to keep his mind on the conversation. Luckily, his control was not tested long. Just as his control was about to slip, and he was about to let a moan out, Jack's phone rang. Darlene froze, glancing sideways at her father, and Elizabeth put a finger to her lips as she listened.
"O'Hara," Jack answered. "What?! That report was done! I'll be there in ten minutes. Don't let them out of your sight." Hanging up the phone, Jack looked guiltily around the table. "Unfortunately, it seems I will have to cut our reunion short. Mark, will you be so kind as to take care of the girls? Unfortunately, I just don't have time to get them home."
"It will be my pleasure," Mark replied, with a pretty good idea of how prophetic those words were. Lust had won the battle, with a bit of help from lady luck.
As soon as Jack was out of sight, Darlene slipped under the table, while the waitress came around to clear the dishes and take the dessert order.
"Would you bring out the Nooner special, Laura? Give us a few moments, and then you can send the staff home for the afternoon. I'll lock up."
Smiling knowingly, the young waitress nodded, and went off to the back, carrying the message.