A Surprising Lunch

Mark’s voice held a slightly conspiratorial tone as he announced, “Let’s do lunch,” peeling off his crisp, latex gloves with a deliberate flourish and removing his stethoscope from around his neck. Liz led the way to the door, her confident stride hinting at mischief. In a bold, almost imperceptible gesture, Mark let his hand slip beneath her skirt, giving a teasing squeeze to her full, inviting curves as they left for the car. “How about riding up front with me this time, Liz?” he murmured with a roguish smile.

“Sure thing, sweety,” she replied, her hips swaying enticingly as she made her way to the car, each step a promise of delight.

During the drive, Mark navigated the winding road with one hand gripping the steering wheel while the other explored Liz with deliberate, sensual intent. His fingertips roamed her soft thighs, ascended to graze the swell of her breasts, and eventually meandered into more intimate territory.

We soon turned onto a narrow street that climbed steeply along the mountainside, eventually arriving at a log cabin-style restaurant accented with rugged stone and an impressive, almost entirely glass enclosed section jutting out over the hillside. A tasteful sign identified it as the “Eden View Tavern,” its name promising an oasis of indulgence and escape.

“Come on inside, Sam. Lunch is on us,” Mark declared as we approached the entrance, his tone playful and assured. Even as he continued to fondle Liz—his hand slipping back under her skirt while the other caressed one of her ample breasts with practiced ease—she responded with a light, alluring giggle.

Inside, we settled at a table nestled against the expansive glass wall, where a breathtaking tableau unfolded before us. The stunning view of the town below and shimmering Lake Harmony in the distance transformed the space into something reminiscent of a hand-painted postcard. The gentle beauty of the scene contrasted with the heady energy at our table.

Perusing the menu with genuine curiosity, I asked, "What's good here, guys?"

A sly smile tugged at Mark's lips. "You can't go wrong with a burger," he replied confidently.

“True. I love their burgers—but then I love any kind of meat,” Liz added with a playful wink, her words laced with double entendre as much as genuine appetite.

Before long, a waitress arrived with glasses of water, her presence immediately arresting my attention. She was an enchanting figure with delicate features that stirred a vague sense of familiarity. For a moment, I mistook her for Jan, my neighbor, until the name “Barb”—etched onto a small nametag—corrected my assumptions. Dressed in a simple black-and-red uniform, she sported a neatly buttoned top that plunged into a deep V-neck, revealing a hint of cleavage. A dainty neckerchief and a skirt cut provocatively high allowed a glimpse of the intricate lace atop thigh-high stockings, accentuating her alluring charm.

Noticing my lingering gaze, she asked, “Is something wrong, dear?”

“No, no, nothing… you just look remarkably like someone I know,” I stammered, caught off guard by the uncanny resemblance.

Her smile broadened in a warm, teasing manner as she replied, “Oh, you must be talking about my twin sister, Jan.”

“Twin sister? That explains everything—Jan is my neighbor,” I said, the revelation settling in like a final piece of a puzzle.

“Oh, that’s lovely. Then you must be Sam, Emily’s nephew. Welcome to Eden Valley. Now, what can I get for you all today?” she continued, her tone as welcoming as it was flirtatious.

“I’ll have a cheeseburger and fries, please,” I replied without hesitation.

Liz chimed in, her voice laced with playful certainty, “We’re all having cheeseburgers and fries today, Barb.” Meanwhile, Mark’s hand continued its relentless caress—now boldly slipping up under her skirt while the other cupped one of her large breasts. Freed from the confines of her blouse, her nipple stood at attention, framed by a soft, light brown areola that caught the gentle restaurant light.

“You got it. Coming right up,” Barb said with a conspiratorial smile as she left to place our order, leaving behind an air thick with anticipation and unspoken promises.

Liz and Mark became a living portrait of eroticism as I watched attentively. Seated across from me at the table, their passion unfolded boldly: Liz’s full breasts spilled into view while her pert curves invited indulgence, as Mark tenderly teased her from behind. With a sultry smile, Liz reached back to liberate his pulsating desire from his pants, whispering, "Fuck me, Mark," in a breathless, tantalizing plea as his skilled fingers orchestrated waves of pleasure through her.

With a smooth, confident motion, Mark lifted her effortlessly, removing her skirt to expose her glistening, eager snatch. In one fluid, heated motion, he plunged his rigid desire into her slick, yearning depths. Liz's moans rippled through the air, each thrust sending delicious ripples of pleasure across her generous curves. The sight of their unbridled passion sent a personal surge of arousal pulsing through me.

At that moment, Barb reappeared from the kitchen. Catching sight of the salacious scene unfolding—Mark and Liz entirely lost in their carnal embrace—she turned and remarked, "I'm sorry, but the chef just finished cleaning the grill and it's warming back up now, so your food won't be ready for a little while."

I only managed a distracted, yet husky, "That's okay," my eyes never straying from the erotic tableau before me. Sensing my intense fixation, Barb added teasingly, "That does look like fun. Wanna join them?"

Without a second thought, I jumped up from the table and moved toward her, my longing overpowering everything else. It might have been due to the intoxicating effect of Eden Valley's unique water, but I couldn't hold back: I pulled Barb into my embrace, drawing her petite, alluring form close to my intense yearning. I claimed her lips in a passionate, deep kiss, while my hand boldly ventured beneath her uniform skirt, caressing her inviting curves. Like a well-rehearsed dance, Barb melted into me, her hand slipping into my shorts to gently explore the growing evidence of my desire.

I pivoted her softly, guiding her so that I could explore the sensitive curve of her neck with hot, lingering kisses. As I unbuttoned her shirt, my left hand caressed her tender breasts while my right eagerly discovered the wet heat of her aroused depths. Barb, so recognizably her twin in every aspect but one—a tempting pierced clit that begged for attention—responded with a quiet, begging moan. Pressing her body against me, we lost ourselves in mutual exploration, our tongues entwined in a passionate dance.

In a wordless invitation, Barb turned and tilted herself forward, her legs parting invitingly. With a subtle tug on my throbbing desire, she guided me to her slick, needy heat. Our union was immediate and effortless; my engorged length slid into her in one fluid, consuming motion, stretching and filling her completely. Barb's moans deepened into a symphony of lust as I began a slow, measured rhythm, then gradually escalated into a frenzied, passionate pounding—each stroke a declaration of raw, sensual desire.

I glanced briefly to see Liz and Mark locked in a parallel, arousing performance: Mark handling Liz with unbridled passion, her ample breasts cascading free from her blouse as they swung hypnotically with each enthusiastic motion. There, Mark and I discovered our own rhythm, our thrusts harmonizing in a silent, erotic duet. Barb's pleasure mounted, her repeatedly explosive orgasms elicited by my tender touch on her sensual pierced clit, while the decadent moans from Liz testified to her own intoxicating release.

Feeling my own climax approach—a tempest of eagerness building within me—I whispered to Barb, "I'm gonna cum," barely audible above the torrent of our shared desire. In answer, she turned with a sultry smile, lowering herself to ensnare my throbbing desire with her willing mouth. Sensually, she nursed my arousal, eagerly consuming every inch, her eyes locked on mine while I caught sight of Mark and Liz mirroring our carnal delight. Moments later, the intensity of my release erupted like a symphony of bells ringing—a crescendo of pleasure that left me momentarily suspended in ecstasy.

Afterward, Barb and Liz each consumed every bit of our creamy climaxes, relishing them with a silent intensity. As the echoes of our intimate encounter faded, reality came calling: the chime of the chef’s bell announcing that our much-delayed meal was ready. With a sense of casual composure returning to our heated forms, the four of us quickly reassembled. Mark and I pulled our shorts back up, Barb rebuttoned her uniform and smoothed her skirt into place, while Liz artfully re-dressed her blouse, carefully coaxing her generous curves back into the confines of her bra—even as the memory of our erotic feast continued to smolder in the air.

Mark, Liz, and I sat back down as Barb slid burgers in front of us. We had all worked up an appetite with the afternoon's activity and hardly said a word to one another as we scarfed down the burgers, which really were excellent.