Food For Thought

~A/N: Please R&R for future chapter insight! W/C: 2351 Sorry if there is misspelled words here I didn't take the time to check it over.~

The rumbling of Alden’s stomach slowly beckoned him into his waking life. Sitting up lazily he took a quick glance at the clock, blinking 11:29 a.m. Squinting his eyes as they adjusted to the light in the room, he looked over at his wife laying curled around her pillow facing the other direction. Even without seeing her face, he could tell she was smiling, engrossed in her dreams revisiting the bliss of her orgasm. He smacked her lightly on her rump, before treading on silent feet to the large walk-in closet they shared. Pushing aside various multi-colored hangers with her clothes, he grabbed a pair of faded jeans and a clean polo shirt. Passing one last lingering smile to his sleeping wife, he slipped away to find the kitchen.

The hall stretched out in all directions forming a pseudo labyrinth. Having arrived in the dead of night and horny as all hell, neither husband nor wife had time to explore their new surroundings. Beneath the echoing footsteps was a beautiful tiger wood floor shined to a virtual reflection of the world above. Several tables were set up through the halls, some sporting antiques, others lovely vases with even more lovely flowers. Mirrors where placed here and there on the rich emerald wallpaper, reflecting light from the tall window at either end of the corridor. The ceilings were high and had gold molding. Tapping his finger against his pursed lips, Alden swung around a corner and started walking to the right, following the demands of his tum tum.

After several failed attempts to find the core of the house, and each corridor looking more or less the same, he chucked to himself wondering if the Blair Witch had taken refuge in Daved House. As luck would offer, he managed to catch a glimpse of the familiar backside of a certain scantily clad maid. "E.!" he called, but softly at to not awaken Lynn. Straightening, E. turned from the silver shi'd been polishing. Hir face was still lightly flushed, yet shi gazed at him with cool eyes. “I thought Lynn gave you the afternoon off?”

"Monsieur, zer iz so much to do," shi said gently, "so much zilver to polish and shine, one could hardly ezpect anyone but moi to, how do you say, give it just ze right touch." Her delishous accent brought a shiver down his spine; he couldn't repress it but he shook it off any stray thoughts that followed in its slow wake. There were more important things to be dealt with than his libido.

"E., where's the kitchen? I'm starving," he asked, his stomach emphasizing the point with a growl. E. nodded hir head keeping a blank look on her face.

"Thiz way, Monsieur." Turning sharply on hir heel, shi lead him swiftly to the dining room, past a seemingly endless set of rooms and down two flights of stairs. As much as he wanted to, E.'s pace didn't allow Alden to stop and look around. In a dejected sort of way he followed her with his head down, eyes fixated on her round ass. He bit his lips to keeping a smirk from revealing his true thoughts.

"If Monsieur would please be seated, I will bring him something from ze kitchen.” E., with a simple nod, gestured him to the table. Taking his place at the head of the table he waited while shi disappeared through the elegant double doors. Alden gazed down the massive oak table, easily being able to sit 70 people. Almost wistfully he sighed; his wife hated to entertain even their closest relatives. He remembered how she pawned them off on him while she disappeared to the adult novelty store they owned, not to very long ago. It irked him sometimes, yet when she looked at him with those big "love-me-or-obey-me" grey eyes he could never stay angry over such trivial things.

Leaning back in his high-backed chair, thinking 'This could easily be the most beautiful room in the entire household,' as he put his hands behind his head. The walls were deep gold with hints of burgundy and emerald, patterns too intricate and delicate one could hardly distinguish where one color left off and another began. The floor the table stood on was made of cherry wood; like the other hardwood floors, it polished to a high shine. On a whim he imagined himself sliding across the floor in nothing but his work shirt, guy shorts, and a pair of matrix sunglasses; he snorted in an attempt to laugh.

Several paintings dotted the walls, mostly soft oil paintings of landscapes and flowers. Appropriate for this sort of house, but definitely not to his or his wife's liking. Lynn had brought some Ansel Adams from their loft, yet they only went up in the bedroom. Much as she’d wanted too, Alden had managed to convince her not to redecorate the entire house, seeing as it wasn’t theirs and they’d only be staying for two months.

Alden's thoughts were abruptly interrupted by E. strolling back through the double doors pushing a massive silver platter with lid. It was nearly five and a half feet long, easily clearing two feet in girth and height. He gawked as shi wheeled it up beside him; he wondered what massive feast awaited him. Though hir face revealed nothing, hir aqua eyes were gleaming in a strange way that made his stomach flip.

Seizing the two handles on the lid, the French maid effortlessly lifted the lid, as if it weighed nothing, and stood back. He felt his jaw drop to his chest in astonishment of what meal lay on the platter before him.

Lying on a bed of greens was one of the most beautiful women he'd seen in a long time. Her face was delicate yet strongly featured, with large almond colored eyes, a dainty nose and luscious pink lips. Dark hair was fanned out behind her head. She had lightly tanned skin, somewhat large perky breasts topped with darker nipples, a small waist and gently curving hips, short yet well-defined legs, with her toenails painted a vicious red. Dragging his eyes once more up her body, he felt his mouth water and his dick stir.

"Good morning, sir," the woman greeted him in her sexily husky voice. "My name is Kiki and I will be your server for this evening." 'She looks like she's from Hawaii,' Alden thought to himself, leaning forward. 'I sure as hell wouldn't mind seeing her in a coconut bra and grass skirt, giving me a private hula dance.'

"As you can see," she continued, "lunch is on me."

"Yes," he whispered, swallowing before speaking up. "Yes, I can see that." As it was hard to miss. At her throat were slices of mangos; pineapple rings surrounded both of her erect nipples; slivers of oranges made a 'u' on her torso, their juices running down her taut stomach and sides, dipping into her belly button, making her green sunburst tattoo glisten; ripe passion fruit circled her sweet sex; wedges of kiwi and peaches lay in delicate swirls on her hips, moving down her thighs where more juice was gathering between her legs. Alden swallowed again, though this time with a little difficulty.

"Don't forget to look around, sir, and make sure you get everything I've laid out for you," Kiki whispered with a wink. Drawing his eyes down, he saw that, placed around her, were dozens of bowls, each filled with different kinds of berries: strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, wineberries, and some other ones he didn't recognize but was certain they tasted divine. There was also several different bowls of white and dark chocolate for dipping. Kiki smiled at him. "Please enjoy yourself."

Alden smiled, and stood up over her. "Maybe I'll do just that, Kiki," he said, and bent over her. Using only his teeth and his tongue, he started at her throat, eating the mangos and tasting the juice from her soft skin. He bypassed her nipples, instead sucking the oranges into his mouth, kissing her skin where they lay. He heard her sigh softly. Idly he plucked a strawberry from the top of the bowl, dipped it lavishly in the white chocolate, and drew several designs over her ribs, then fed her the strawberry, which she accepted gratefully. Gently he licked the chocolate off, continuing down her body. Next came the peaches and kiwis, her sex momentarily forgotten. After the fruit was gone, he smirked at her, spreading her legs and gently but firmly licked the running juices from her inner thighs, so very near those glistening passionate lips. He swirled his tongue in circles just below her swollen sex, her moans becoming more audible. In some other part of reality, he heard the double doors slamming closed- he was pretty sure where E. was running off to.

Placing one final kiss on the inside of her pelvis, he looked up at her. Her face was flushed, her lips parted ever so slightly. Trailing kisses up her torso, he held the platter steady, and hovered over her chest. Being careful not to touch any part of her nipple, he lightly nibbled at the edges of the pineapple slice; licking up the sides of her breasts where the juice had ran. She quivered beneath him, her dark eyes looking nearly black. Both breasts completely clean, he looked down at her body.

"Well, Kiki, you being my server," Alden said. "What would you recommend I try next? There are some blueberries left; maybe some raspberries? Or what about these delectable fruits here?" Choosing a piece of passion fruit that was very close to her slit, he slid it between his lips. She took a deep breath.

"I highly recommend the passion fruit, sir," she said lustily. "It was fresh from the garden this morning." Her hands were clenching on either side of her body; he was sure that if he stretched his neck just a little further down, he was sure he would see her hot and heavy with anticipation. He nodded his head trying to conceal a slight grin.

"I'll take your word for it." By the time he was done, Kiki was squirming and making highly erotic noises. It amused him since he hadn't even touched her drippy cunt.

"Now, Kiki," he said in a semi-assertive voice. "I don't like how this cart slides around so much. Get on the table; I think I missed a plum." Thick heavy hair hanging over her shoulder and much of her flushed face; she crawled atop the oak table, lying on her back, lower end facing him. Grabbing both of her ankles, he hooked her legs over his shoulders, bringing her sweet smelling cunt closer to his face. With interest he noticed that her hood was pierced - he'd never had a girl like that before.

"My, my, Kiki," Alden said. "What interesting jewelry you have here." He spread her pussy lips apart and gently tugged the hoop with his teeth. Kiki let out a loud mewling sound, her hands immediately going to tug at her nipples. He smiled. Very interesting, indeed.

Starting at her vagina, he flicked his tongue out, getting a taste of pure Kiki. She moaned softly. He drew her engorged labia into his mouth, sucking greedily. With his thumb he circled her swollen clit, pressing expertly and moving in rapid circles. Her hips bucked up to meet his hand. He traced his tongue along the grooves on either side of her vagina, lapping at her juices and tasting her insides. She writhed beneath him, voicing her arousal. One of his fingers crept inside her, searching for and pressing that one tender spot of tissue. Keeping a firm touch on her G-spot and a rapid tongue on her clit, she came in less than a minute, her vagina gripping his finger in its spasms. He couldn't suppress a groan as she clamped down on his digit, as if she were trying to draw his hand deeper inside her.

Alden slid his finger from her wet cunt, and watched as she drew his hand toward her mouth to lick it clean of her own juices. He began to strip himself of his jeans and slipped his shirt off over his head, his erection straining. Kiki took her queue and leaned forward, taking him deep into her mouth, coating his head and shaft in saliva. He gripped her hair firmly, until she pulled away and positioned him at her still wet cooch. Wrapping her legs around his, digging her heels into the back of his knees, he held her hips steadfastly, and thrust inside her fast and smooth. His mouth let out a long "oh" of pleasure nearly matching the loud "ah" she made.

They started groaning as one. They grinded hard against one another, each trying to make the other cum first. Ultimately, Alden was the winner. He snaked one hand between their thrusting bodies and tease her already highly sensitized clit, and was once more rewarded with the incredible tightening of Kiki's cunt, this time around his hard cock. He lasted two thrusts, before slamming into her, sending him over the edge.

They lay there for several moments, catching their breath; trying not to grin. A cool breeze blew through the open windows, the scent of lavender and vanilla caressing their sweating bodies. It was several minutes before Alden could will his body to move. He slid limply from his server’s hot body, his muscles aching delightfully. Kiki sat up, smiling. Without a word, she slipped off the table, placed a plump cherry into his mouth, and wheeled the silver cart away, her walk a little slower and swishy than normal. Not even bothering to try and wipe the smirk from his face, Alden gathered his clothes, slung them over his shoulder; in search of a much wanted shower.

Kiki and a panting E. watched Alden go through the slit in the double doors. Sharing a look with one another, they where definitely pleased to work for the Parkers.