I'll Watch After your Daughter...I Promise [Reserved]

TheRomanMan

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“I understand, John…I understand,” Mark said as he stood there in the doorway to his old friend’s house. John and his wife had wanted to take their daughter on a vacation down to Florida, a road trip, but then something came up. Mark was going to be going with them, but when John and his wife had turned it down, they had turned to Mark to ask him to take their daughter. It was her first Spring Break and she had just come home from college. Both of the older men had gone to college, granted, about ten years apart, but they both understood the need for some stress-free time. Both had gone into business and Mark had become one of John’s best employees, the millionaire mentoring Mark at every chance he could. “Look, John…This is a big deal for the company and I understand you and your wife both need to go,” Mark said as he stood there looking at him. He knew that the man was having second thoughts. “But I don’t mind going down there with just your daughter. It’ll be good for her and the two of us will have fun. I started coming over when she was about eight, so we know each other well,” he said.

Mark was a really attractive man. At thirty four years old, the man was in the prime time of his age. He was tall, probably standing at about six feet two inches. He had been asked to play basketball in college, but the man had turned them down because he had wanted to focus on his studies. It had paid because now he was working at an amazing job. He had broad shoulders and connected to those shoulders were two large arms. If he wore a t-shirt, the sleeves would be tight on his firm, muscular arms. The same would go around his chest and stomach. He worked out a lot when he wasn’t at work, but that was because the man did not have anyone. His grey blue eyes looked around as he stood there waiting patiently for his boss and best friend’s daughter to come down from her room to get going on their vacation to Florida. It was two weeks off from school, two days down, two days back and the rest of the time spent there.

Mark looked at John and then smiled. “Go tell your daughter to hurry up…I want to get as much travel as we can before the traffic begins to get heavy,” he said and John laughed. “Always trying to get somewhere fast, Mark…That’s why you’re great in the business,” the man said and then went to go get his daughter. “Honey! Mark is here!” he called. Mark stood there at the bottom of the steps wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black polo. The shirt was sort of tight and it showed his firm body, but it was not skin tight. He didn’t always wear skin tight shirts. Just when he was working out or if he was trying to show off. But here, he was sixteen years older than the girl and he had no interest in doing anything with her. Boy, he was definitely about to be proven wrong once he saw her.

OOC: You are welcome to find pictures of what she is wearing. I do enjoy seeing it. But you don't have to.
 
Francesca was so excited for the trip, and even though mom and dad were making her go with 'Uncle' Mark (she'd been raised to call her parents friends aunts and uncles) instead of alone. They were still very protective of her even though she was 18, the age of reason and self-control, she always told them because they still treated her like she was fifteen. But, whatever, she figured, Uncle Mark was cool. He'd let her get away with a lot more than her parents and because he was younger than her dad, she knew they'd have a better time.

She hadn't actually seen Uncle Mark in almost two years. Company business kept him and her father on overlapping, but often opposite sorts of schedules. Now, she knew he was waiting for her downstairs she wasn't quite finished packing. Finally, after squeezing as much as she could into one suitcase she gave up and decided to buy whatever else she needed if she forgot anything.

She had on black thong sandals, her favorite jean mini skirt and a black cami top which contrasted nicely with her long red hair and her porcelain pale skin.She never tanned, but she was prepared for the dangers of the sun with plenty of sunblock on. Frankie was not very tall at only five feet but she'd stopped growing over a year ago, her figure, petite but with curves in the right places, made up for her diminutive height and certainly announced to the world that she was indeed no child.

She came down the stairs with her MP3 player going, great music on to pump her up for the long drive. She had her sunglasses up on top of her head, like a headband and her large brown eyes shone with her happiness as she bounced down the stairs and smiled at her travel companion, taking the buds from her ears to be polite, "Uncle Mark! I am so psyched for spring break!" she said reaching up on tiptoe to give him a big hug. "Thanks for taking me."

OOC: Photos of 'Frankie' are in my signature below.
 
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Mark stood there looking at her and then smiled when he saw her coming down the stairs. A beauty as I expected, Mark thought as he ran his eyes over her body. She had grown up, most definitely. "Come here!" he said and laughed as she hugged him. He hugged her right back and held her close to his body for a moment longer than was 'right,' her breasts pressed against his firm, muscular, masculine chest. He let go and nodded his head. "Hey, I am so excited to go on this vacation too...And to spend it with my favorite niece?" he asked. "That makes it the most exciting," he said. She called him Uncle, he had grown to call her niece. It wasn't true, they knew that, but they did it anyways. "Say goodbye to your parents while I get the car loaded," he said and then took her bag. He made his way to the car and put them in before he got into the driver's side. He started the engine and sat there waiting patiently for her to come to the car.
 
Francesca kissed her parents goodbye and showed that she had her cell phone with her in case there was any emergency and then was out the door like a shot. She hopped into the idling car and produced her MP3 player and a car kit to attach it to a cassette player. "Mind if I play my music for a while?" she asked with a charming smile as they pulled out of the drive and began their long drive down the road.
 
Mark looked over at her and smiled softly when she asked if she could play her music. "Yeah, sure, go ahead babe," he said to her with a smile as he sat there, driving down the road. "So...What are your plans for the trip?" he asked her as they drove. "Lots of tanning, flirting with random guys and drinking?" he asked her, figuring that's what most college girls did when they were allowed to go away for Spring Break. He was slightly resentful of that because part of him really enjoyed the fact that he could be around this gorgeous, young girl. It made him feel young again and while he was not old, he sure as hell wasn't twenty or twenty five.
 
She laughed, "Look at me! No, I can't tan, I have two colors, white and red with freckles...and as for the drinking and flirting....well, I guess that just depends." she said with a shrug. "If I said I wouldn't mind having a drink here or there would you, like, immediately run and tell my parents on me?" she asked, her brown eyes huge as she asked the question and waited for a reply, watching his body language too for signs he was telling the truth or not. She thought herself to be pretty good at reading body language but Uncle Mark was a bit confusing with his, her seemed...more like a guy her age than an older guy and he seemed to be physically responding to her the way guys her age did and then feeling guilty about it and overcompensating by tryin gnot to look her in the eye too much. She thought it was funny. He'd never been this uncomfortable around her before. She guessed she must have really grown up in his eyes for this reaction to be happening. She didn't mind, she actually found herself looking him over in a new light too, wondering why a guy as attractive as him didn't have a wife and kids by now.
 
Mark sat there in the car, holding the steering wheel as they drove and shifted into fifth gear as he sped down the highway. He was a fast driver, going fifteen faster than the speed limit, but having one of those radar detectors allowed him to know when there was a cop around. "No tanning, huh?" he asked her and smirked softly. "Well, if it means anything to you, Francesca, I think you are beautiful now without any tanning. And if you ever need help, I will definitely be willing to put some sun lotion on your body," he said to her. He was trying to keep things respectable and professional here, but there was just a hint of flirtatiousness and arousal. She was a gorgeous woman, you know.

When she asked him that question about telling her parents about the alcohol, he glanced at her and then smirked. "I'll make you a deal, baby. I will get us both alcohol and all of that so long as you keep the drinking to where we are staying. I don't mind if you are drinking, but I don't want any stupid college boy getting his hands on you and taking advantage of you," the man said, obviously protective of her. "If you can make that deal, we can drink as much as we want," he said to her with a small smirk on his rather handsome face.
 
This was better than she'd hoped! "Alright!" agreed Francesca with a grin. She relaxed a little more as the drive went on, singing with her favorite songs and looking out the window most of the time. Soon, it was time to stop for gas and she got out of the car and said, "I'm going inside to get something to drink. Can I bring you back anything?" she asked politely.
 
Mark glanced over at her and thought to himself. "Yeah, sure...Get me a coke or something," he said to her as he stood there. And a box of condoms, he suddenly thought. But, he didn't voice that. If that sort of thing was going to occur, he'd take care of anything then. For right now, they were just mildly flirting, nothing too extravagant. He handed her his credit card and nodded. "Pay for the gas too," he said and began to fill the car with the more expensive gas since it was better on the car.
 
When inside the gas station Francesca took her time looking around and then picked out a small bottle of coke, a bottle of iced tea for herself and a package of red Twizzlers, then she paid for all of the items and the gas with the credit card, eying a package of condoms behind the counter but deciding against it as it would show up on Mark's credit card statement and look presumptuous.

Carrying the bag of items out to the car she smiled at 'Uncle' Mark as she approached and tripped over a crack in the sidewalk which protruded from the ground, causing her bag of items to go flying and break. "Oh, shit." she muttered, on her hands and knees, facing the station as she scurries to gather her things back up and carry them awkwardly in her arms to the car. As she looked over her shoulder she saw...couldn't be...no, it was, Uncle Mark had been checking out her ass as she had been bent over picking up the stuff and she thought she saw movement to the considerable bulge in his pants. This made Frankie smirk privately to herself and blush just a bit, a strange sensation started between her legs as she realized Uncle Mark had reacted to her in a way that showed he found her sexually appealing. Odd, she thought, odd but not...not bad, necessarily. He was, after all, a very handsome man.

Feeling self-conscious now, she slowly made her way back to the car carrying the stuff bought in the service station's shop in her arms since the bag had broke. She handed uncle Mark his bottle of cola and she then got into the passenger seat and unscrewed the cap from the iced tea to take a sip as she watched his eyes roam her body.
 
Yeah, it probably would have looked a little wrong if she had purchased the largest box of condoms possible in the store. Then again, if she did, he might take that as a sign she wanted him and even then, what did it matter? He would not get the credit card statement for another few weeks and by then, she’d be back at school and there would be nothing he could do about her spending the money. Oh well, it didn’t really to him anyways. He was just so amazingly attracted to her and he had an idea she knew that.

Mark stood there and watched as she tripped over the crack. He saw her get down on her hands and knees and he stood there looking at her, his eyes wide on her ass since she was clad in such a small miniskirt. He licked his lips and just looked at her ass. Without even realizing it, the bulge in his pants began to increase. And the fact that Mark was such a ‘large’ man showed because by the time she had gotten up, the cock in his pants was massive. Her ‘Uncle Mark’ was horny for her and it was not apparent by the look of the bulge. He looked at her and then gritted his teeth. He wanted her, but knew that he could not have her. Then again, he thought to himself. She is eighteen, we’re not blood related. Maybe I should make some moves, he said and then smirked. Yeah, I think I might start making some moves, he thought to himself. I want her, he thought and then licked his lips softly.

He took his credit card back from her and smiled. “I just need to get something real fast, babe, then we’re off,” he said and walked back into the store. He bought the largest box of condoms he could find and paid for them before getting a newspaper as well. He wrapped the condoms in the paper and then carried the bag back to the car. He put it into the back seat and got into the driver’s side, his cock throbbing in his pants. “Let’s get going,” he said, his eyes running over her body. “But are you alright? No cuts on your knees or anything that I might need to…clean up?” he asked, thinking of a cheap way to touch her skin.
 
She shrugged, "It's sweet that you're concerned...I'm alright, I'll probably have a bruise there later but, no cuts." she replied, noting how he looked at her legs and watched her mouth as she nibbled a Twizzler. She held out the bag, "Take one of you want."
 
Mark sat there in the car and looked at her when she offered him the Twizzlers. He took one from the bag willingly and then took a bite of it. "If you do need me to take care of your leg, just let me know. I'd hate for such a beautiful like yourself to be in pain," he said to her and winked slightly as he continued on driving, thinking about the box of condoms in the back seat. Yeah, he thought, I really want to use those. I can only hope.
 
"When we get to the hotel I'll let you take a look and see if there's anything you can do, ok?" she asked, smiling as she wondered if he knew her statement wasn't entirely about her bruised knee.
 
Mark looked at her and smirked softly. "Alright, babe, I will check that out when we get to the hotel, I'll make sure there's nothing wrong," he said and licked his lips without even realizing it. The man was horny, the bulge was still in his pants and he still wanted her. "So...Why doesn't a GORGEOUS girl like yourself not have a boyfriend or something like that?" he asked her as he sat there in the car, driving down the road.
 
"Gorgeous?" Francesca chuckled, "You have to say that because your my dad's best friend." she said dismissively.

"I don't know, I had a couple of boyfriends in high school but I just haven't met anyone at the University who seems interesting enough. All the guys my age are all about drinking until they puke and putting as many notches on their bedposts as will fit...I guess I am just not willing to settle for that crap, at least not without some good conversation and perhaps the occasional hint at more commitment than a one night stand first." she answered.
 
Mark looked over at her and his eyebrow rose slowly. "I don't have to say anything because I am your Father's best friend. If I didn't feel what I said, I would not say it," he said to her with a nod of his head as he sat there in the car, holding the wheel as he drove.

When she told him about the fact that she had had a few boyfriends in high school and all of that information, he glanced over at her. "Yeah, that's how a lot of guys are these days," he said to her and licked his lips as he thought to himself. "Have you been added to any guy's bed post?" he asked her, genuine curiosity and protectiveness in his voice. He was basically trying to figure out whether his 'niece' was a virgin or not. He knew a lot of girls had sex in college, but he wondered how much self control she had.
 
"Uncle Mark! I can't believe you asked me that!" exclaimed Francesca, turning bright red and laughing. Instead of answering to any degree she simply looked out the window for a while.

She wasn't about to tell him about prom night with her ex boyfriend, Joe. Her parents didn't even know she'd met him in secret and spent the night with him. They thought she'd gone to the prom with the 'more suitable' goody-two-shoes neighbor boy, James. But, James was, aside from her parent's ideal son in law material, very completely, totally gay and hiding it from everyone in the world except Frankie. They'd made a deal that he would take her to prom (a good cover for him since he was still in the closet and perfect for her to get her parents to trust her staying out all night) then, in the last half of the dance Joe, her real boyfriend, showed up after getting out of his job at the auto-shop. He danced a few of the last dances with her and then took her home with him. He had his parent's house all to himself that weekend.

Frankie lost her virginity in Joe's parent's bed. Unfortunately, they broke up less than a month later. Joe was joining the air force and told her he had no room for girls in his life. Then, James came out of the closet around the same time. Her parents still believed her heartbreak that summer had been over James. They never knew about Joe. She and Joe had sex a total of four times. That was the extent of her adult experience. But, she very clearly felt it was no one's business but her own.
 
But Mark understood women. He looked at her for a moment and then licked his lips softly, thinking to himself about what he should do. Girls were usually good at hiding things unless you asked them something that really really bothered them. Then they tended to get a little uncomfortable and made it obvious that what ever they were thinking about was the truth. Oh well.

He ran his tongue over his lips again and then placed his hand on her thigh softly. “Hey, it doesn’t matter, sweety,” he said to her as he rested his hand on her thigh. “You do what you do and I don’t hold it against you…Who ever the guy is, though, sweety, really is missing out on a great girl. You are fun to be around, I’m having a blast here with you and we’re not even there,” he said to her and rubbed her thigh softly. His hand was large and compared to any of those men she’d known in high school, his hand was a man’s hand. It showed expert touch. “I want you to be able to trust me, baby…Tell me things that you can’t tell your parents. I would never, ever turn on you and tell them what you were telling me,” he said to her as he sat there in the car, his eyes glancing at her every once in a while.

He was silent for another moment and then glanced at where his hand was. He hadn’t even realized that he was rubbing her thigh. Yet, here he was, touching her. He was touching her body and his erection was harder than ever. Now imagine if his hand was somewhere on her body. His cock would be so damn hard then that it’d probably break the zipper in the pants. He licked his lips and cleared his throat before he began to pull his hand away. I need to keep things professional, he thought resentfully. “I hope you know you can always trust me, sweety,” he said as his hand pulled away.
 
Fraancesca didn't say anything, she simply kept her eyes on her lap as he rubbed her thigh. He's rubbing my thigh as if he'd like to... and she felt herself yet again going red. Just as she thought she might do something about it he had taken his hand away looking embarrassed. She let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding and looked at him for a minute before redirecting her gaze out the window. She was glad they'd be stopping for the night someplace soon. She needed to get some air and think about all this, Uncle Mark actually seemed to be flirting with her. She had to decide what to do about this, because it was making her feel much nicer than she would have thought.
 
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Mark glanced over at her and smiled softly before returning his gaze forward as he continued driving the car. He needed her. He wanted her. He wanted to throw her back onto a bed and just fuck her hard. Yet, he couldn't. He had to control himself. But he didn't want to! He wanted to fuck her! He rubbed his forehead a moment and licked his lips as he glanced over at her for a moment before clearing his throat. "I'm sorry about the awkwardness of the topic," he said to her as he drove down the road. "I hope I did not offend you or anything, baby."
 
She shrugged, noting that when he called her 'baby' it was in a similar tone of tenderness of a boyfriend and not the way he'd said it when she was a little girl.

She decided to come clean, "It's ok...I mean, well, I have had experience with a boyfriend my parents didn't even know about last year. It was that way by design because I knew they'd hate him. I just didn't want that to get back to them. They have no idea that I knew James was gay for a loooong time and we were using each other as a cover to our parents. He used me to avoid coming out of the closet before he was fully ready and I used him as a decoy so that I could really spend time with my real boyfriend...Joe. I never spent prom night at Jame's party like mom and dad think. I was at Joe's....it...it happened that night...the first time, and a few times after that but always Joe. But, that was almost a year ago and he and I broke up when he joined the Air Force and found out he was getting deployed. He didn't want a girlfriend worrying abou thim back home. He worried it would make him act cowardly when it came down to matters of life and death. That was his excuse when he dumped me, anyways. And, ever since Joe I just....haven't been very impressed with anyone enough to start another relationship. And, I am not a one night stand girl so the frat boys have no chance with me." she explained.
 
Mark looked over at her and for a little while, just listened, looking at the road and then at her and then back and forth. He licked his lips and nodded his head as he drove. "I understand sweetheart," he said and gave her smooth thigh another rub before quickly pulling back. "You'll find someone soon that will make you happy, a man that'll make you...shiver when ever you think about him and a man that'll make you feel more amazing than anyone ever did," he said to her and smiled softly. "I just hope when you find him, you know you found him," he said and continued on driving, his hand resting on the stick shift.
 
As they drove on a little more and it started to get late Francesca fell asleep, her head resting on her arm which leaned on the windowsill of the car.
 
Mark sat there and then looked over when he realized she was so deep asleep. He licked his lips and then moved his hand over and began to push her skirt up. He hadn't gotten the best sight of what kind of panties she was wearing, but if he could get the skirt high enough...He continued to push it up just a little bit, glad that the roads were empty so that no lights flashed and woke her up. I need to see what kind of panties, he thought and licked his lips. He continued to inch the skirt higher, waiting to see just what type of panties his 'niece' was wearing.
 
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