Food For Thought

~A/N: Please R&R for future chapter insight! W/C: 2934 ;
[ In response to TenPenny - the French maid, Ezekial, is a hermaphrodite, meaning shi was born with both male and female genitals. This is usually corrected at birth, seeing as neither of the parts seem able to function with the other. In this case, however, we've been very privileged to have E. in our service ;) / in response to Jenny-J - the food references was a joke between my b/f and I. I'm not sure how it got started, but together we came up with this story. =)]

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Lynn rolled back into the conscience world, lazily watching the noontime sky. Sitting up with her dark hair matted to the side of her face, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. ‘Whoa,’ she thought. ‘I must really have conked out hard after this morning.’ She smiled slightly, before stretching her arms high over her head, a habit she had unknowingly picked up from her husband.

The sound of running water reminded her she had yet to shower; hell, she still hadn’t gotten out of bed! Swinging her legs to the side of the king size mattress, Lynn yawned long and loud. The room was a little brighter than she normally liked, but complaining to Alden would be useless. As he’d pointed out the first night they’d come here, it wasn’t her place to criticize their friends’ Dave and Linda’s decorative tastes, even if they differed from their own.

Grumbling, Lynn searched around on the floor for her black silk kimono. "Dammit where was that stupid thing!" Rubbing her temples, she tried to think back to the previous time she’d worn it…'Aha! The bathroom! It’s nice to be carried to bed naked sometimes.' Lynn smiled to herself, before silently pushing the door open. Vaguely she could see the silhouette of her husband washing himself through the sheer shower curtain. His eyes were closed in bliss, steam curling around his handsome face and over his head. She grinned, before stepping into the shower with him.

“Morning!” she cried loudly, her voice echoing off the cream porcelain walls. Alden snapped his eyes open, and looked at her. A smile graced his face, brightening his features. She dipped her head under the scalding water, lathering shampoo into her black hair. “Sleep well, my dear?” she asked innocently.

“Always.” He nodded, slipping his hand around behind her for his body wash. They shared a glance. “Got any plans for this afternoon?” Rinsing her hair, Lynn covered herself in scented body wash.

“I was planning on taking a gander at the garden. Linda says their gardener Xavier is a wonder with plants.” She gargled with water, stepping from the shower. Surprisingly, Alden let her go. “Don’t forget we have that reservation at the Black Orchid at six.”

“Yea, about that.” Her husband wrapped a towel around his waist, shutting off the water. Dressed in her kimono, Lynn stopped toweling her hair and looked at him with big eyes.

“What? I thought we made plans! It took us a month to get in there! What the hell!” Calmly, Alden stood before her and firmly grasped her shoulders. She had a tendency to overreact to any little change in plans.

“Remember that shipment of new toys we ordered last week?” He waited for her to nod. “There’s been some sort of mix up. I have to recall the order and try to figure out what went wrong. Now tell me sweetheart; would you rather have money in your pocket and that new little silver wonder in your purse, or go to some stuffy restaurant where the crab is more likely to snip off your nose and the chef to piss in your martini because you told him the crab was under cooked?” She stepped away from him, brushing her hair back from her face knowing he was right.

“Alright, alright,” she conceded. “I guess I’ll just go by myself then. Maybe I’ll go catch a flick.” Stepping up close to him, she nipped at his lips with her teeth. “You just make sure that those toys go where they’re supposed to.” Smiling he nodded.

“How did I ever manage to end up with you?” he wondered aloud, following her into the bedroom. She stood before the closet, slipping on a faded wine-colored dress. She scrubbed at her face.

“I told you; you got lucky, remember?” Winking, she kissed him softly on the mouth, but pulled away when his tongue touched her lip. “No, no,” she chided gently. “You skipped on dinner, so that means I get to skip on afternoon tea.” Somewhere deep in the house a grandfather clock chimed two. “Toodles, dear!” She slipped from the room, and nearly bumped into some anonymous maid with stringy red hair. Her lips twisted.

“Okay girlie,” Lynn said. “Tell me how to get out of this house and I’ll let you touch his hair.” She nodded back at Alden, who stood with only a shirt halfway on. The maid considered. He did have really nice thick hair.

“The quickest way is through the garden, Madam,” she replied. Lynn was surprised at her pleasant voice. She had nice hazel eyes, too, and wonderful skin. Quickly, Mrs. Parker shook her head. “The first flight of stairs is over there,” here she pointed. “The next is on the opposite end of the house; just follow the corridor and you’ll find them.” The young girl smiled, her two front teeth a little crooked. Lynn patted her cheek and headed for the stairs.

“You sure you don’t want tea?” Alden called teasingly from the doorway. She waved but didn’t look back. Swiftly she made her way down the stairs, and, for once, managed not to get lost. She found the backdoor with surprising ease. Sunlight filtered through the French doors, outside the flowers and shrubs swaying in the breeze. Smiling and taking a deep breath, Lynn stepped outdoors for the first time in two days.

“Afternoon, Madam,” came a voice from her left. Shying to the side, Lynn started to glare - and stopped.

Standing up from his crouched position was one of the most beautiful men she’d ever laid eyes upon. Normally she’d never consider any man beautiful and worth her time, but there was nothing handsome about him…he was beautiful. His hair brushed his collar bone, so blond it appeared to be nearly white. Eyes so intensely blue it was like looking into the ocean stared at her in concern. His pink lips were parted slightly, breathing deeply. Sweat ran down his pale skin in rivets. His light green shirt and shorts hung just right on his tall, powerful frame. Brown work gloves loosely held a bag of potting soil.

“Good God do you have to scare me like that?” Lynn panted, fanning herself. Vanilla and lavender caressed her damp hair and clean skin. She faked a frown in his direction. “You could have given me a heart attack, sneaking up on me like that.” To her amazement, he actually hung his head.

“Please forgive me, I did not mean to startle you.” His accent was strange; she couldn’t place it. Norwegian? Swedish? Feeling a little sorry for her imaginary ire, she walked over to him, placing her hand on his bicep. 'Yep, he had some muscles under that shirt.'

“It’s okay,” Lynn told him gently. He looked at her with hopeful eyes; she could feel herself melting. “You must be Xavier, the Swedish gardener.” He nodded, obviously relieved. “Linda told me you have a definite green thumb. Why don’t you show me around? I’m afraid I haven’t had the time beforehand.” She smiled at him; he smiled back, a little shyly. ‘Don’t be gay, don’t be gay,’ she mentally chanted. ‘Please, dear God, don’t be gay!’

“Sure, I will.” Stooping he put the potting soil on the ground, and took a little longer than was normal to stand back up. The slit in her dress probably caught his eye, or maybe it was her toe ring. ‘Please please please!’ “I do have to check on the lilac trees on the other side of the hill. Perhaps we could start there?” Slipping her arm into the crook of his, Lynn gladly let Xavier lead the way.

They walked in silence for a ways, Xavier lost in his own thoughts, probably concerning his azalea bushes, she trying and failing to notice the beauty of Xavier’s hard work. She was too distracted by the feel of the muscles in his arm under her hand. Her thoughts unabashedly went to what he would look like without those sweaty, dirty clothes. As if a flower had bloomed in her head, Lynn got an idea.

“Xavier I think I’m still a little tired,” she said slowly. He glanced at her. “I hear that bench over there in the shade calling my name." She pointed it out to him. “Come visit me when you get a moment, would you?”

“I won’t be long, there’s not much to do,” Xavier said, and somehow managed to win his arm back. As he set off, Lynn snuck a glance behind her. Nope, she couldn’t see the house. With righteous dignity, she told herself it was time for her to have a little fun time of her own, seeing as Alden already had his with the pool boy…Mm, maybe she should assure Eduardo he wasn’t fired…He had looked like he was going to have a stroke when he’d seen her face in the window. She put that on her mental ‘to-do’ list and sat on the bench in the shade, with a perfect view of the working Xavier.

The bench she sat on was placed between an apple tree and a lilac tree. Green grass stretched out before her on either side, a long winding walkway made of stones leading out into the woods behind the house. Various flowers and bushes lined the path, scenting the breeze in an assortment of delicious and relaxing smells. Lynn leaned her head back, allowing the air to gently stroke her sensitive throat. She pretended not to hear Xavier approaching.

“Um, Mrs. Parker?” Xavier shuffled nervously; still, she didn’t open her eyes. “Mrs. Parker, are you alright?” Lazily, she opened her gray eyes a little and gazed at him, considering.

“Call me Lynn,” she whispered. She wiped the sweat from her brow. “Whoa, aren’t you hot in that shirt, Xavier? Seems like an awful burden to have to wear such heavy clothing, what with it being so hot outside.” She slid the straps of her dress off her shoulder, carefully overlooking his sudden blush.

“It isn’t too bad, Mrs. Par-- Lynn,” he replied, staring at her lightly tanned skin. “I’ve worked in worse.” Lynn sat up, allowing her dress to slip forward, giving him a hint of chest.

“Nonsense,” she said firmly. “While under my watch I won’t have you overheating. You look so uncomfortable.” He stared at her in silence for several minutes, the wind ruffling his hair over his eyes. Sighing, sure she’d lost him; she leaned back, closing her eyes again when he moved. Moving slowly, waiting for her to tell him to stop, Xavier unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off. Lynn smiled softly at him, feeling herself starting to get wet. He did indeed have muscles; pert pecks, strong and broad shoulders, well defined abs and narrow hips. Even from where she sat she could see his pulse fluttering in his elegant throat.

“Isn’t that much better?” she purred at him, her smile spreading. He nodded. She hiked her dress up to reveal her thighs, sighing in pleasure. “It’s still so very hot. How you can stand to wear those shorts I’ll never know. I would surely go up in a little ball of flames.” As if he were on strings, Xavier went through the motions, his shorts gathering in a pile at his feet. This time, Lynn sat up.

“Well my, my,” she said in a huff, “Xavier I’ll be honest; I never took you as one who went commando.” Taking notice of his nice thick cock dangled between his meaty thighs, she swallowed.

“The shorts are too uncomfortable to wear with underwear,” Xavier told her, softly. With much difficulty she looked into his eyes. His cheeks were flushed a rosy color.

“Come! Sit!” Alarmed she leapt to her feet and dragged him to the bench. “You look like you’re about to fall over!”

‘He looks so innocent,’ Lynn thought to herself. ‘Just like a little boy who thinks he’s in trouble. Maybe I shouldn’t do this.’ She looked into his lap once more. ‘Oh well fuck that. Time for the little boy in Xavier to cover his eyes.’ She stroked the side of his face inviting him to lean into her hand.

“You’ve been with a woman before, right?” He nodded and smiled.

“Ezekial made me feel most welcome when I came here,” he replied. Lynn giggled to herself wondering if he knew everything about Ezekial.

“E. does have a way of making everyone feel wanted,” Lynn agreed. She grabbed his hand and brought it to her breast. He licked his lips. “I guess that means I don’t have to walk through the motions with you, then.” She leaned in, placing a lusty kiss on his pouty lips.

Xavier took his employer’s face in his large gloved hands, and drew her down atop of him on the bench. He’d been with women before, yet they never made him feel anything other than lust. Never wanted, never appreciated…until he’d met Ezekial, that is. Shi’d seemed to know instinctively what it was that he needed, and had given it to him willingly. As he kissed Lynn hungrily and started hiking her dress higher up on her hips, he thought back to the things the French maid had taught him.

He sat up on the bench, leaning his back against the armrest, and drew both of Lynn’s exposed nipples into his mouth. She stroked his hair, taking deep breaths and softly grinding her pelvis against his. He massaged one breast with his gloved hands and suckled the other, gently biting her nipple. The sound she was making was turning him on. Without his noticing, Lynn reached around behind her and grasped his hard cock in a firm hand. He groaned loudly as she brushed the head of his penis against her soft pussy lips.

“It’s not like you have an extra belly button down here, Xavier,” she whispered into his hair. “Say you and I bump uglies?” She didn’t bother to wait for a response from him; she put the head of his cock at the opening of her vagina, and slowly sat, impaling herself upon him, on her mouth a small ‘o’ of delight. He dug his blunt fingertips hard into her soft hips, a gasp of pleasure escaping his lips.

“Oh….good God….” Lynn moaned at the feeling of this beautiful man’s rigid cock inside her. He was so still, so hard for her; she almost came from the mere thought of it! She took hold of her forearms, and slowly started rocking against him, marveling again and again at his size.

Gradually their pace became faster and faster; Xavier slammed into her willing body and she rode him hard, fingernails making red crescents into his pale flesh. He was silent beneath her, panting under his breath; she groaned ‘oh’ over and over, her voice carrying on the breeze back to the house.

With a loud ‘ah!’ Lynn came hard, her body spasming, limbs jerking, cunt dripping and sucking at Xavier’s cock. He buried his head in her chest as he orgasmed deep inside her, pulsing frantically in time with his heartbeat. He supported the upper half of her body as they struggled to regain breath and thought.

“Perfect,” Lynn whispered and kissed his lips gently. He stared at her, unseeing as she slipped back into her dress. “You really have done wonders with this garden; maybe I’ll have to recruit you for my own garden sometime.” Smiling and humming to herself, Lynn waltzed off in some direction even she was unaware of.

Xavier watched her go. Perfect. She’d called him perfect, yet he shook his head. It was the Parkers that were perfect - namely, Lynn Parker. He was going to love pruning her roses.

~TBC!~