Vicky sees you eyeballing the food tray, and looks (playfully? you can't tell) disappointed, kind of pouty. "So, do you want lunch... or do you want me?" she asks.
"It does look absolutely super yummy delicious, I must admit," you say. Her smile goes away. You step forward and take her hands. "Oh, the food does, too."
Her face breaks out into a smile.
"Can't we do... both?" you ask.
It takes a few seconds for her to realize what you're asking. Then you see her face light up. "I suppose I could lay out a little... buffet for you," she offers.
"That would be splendid," you reply. "I hope I'm not taking you away from your work, though... how much time do you have?"
"Time enough." She grabs her radio and chats with a coworker for a minute, explaining that one of her guests has some special service needs, asking her to pick up her next few deliveries in return for a payback later. You can tell that the coworker knows exactly what's up - this must happen all the time!
Vicky grabs a couple packaged wetnaps from her tray and lies down on the bed on her back. Tearing one package open and shaking out the napkin, she places it across her tummy and instructs you, giggling, "I think the buffet table needs to be wiped down before we set it up." You wipe the napkin all over her tits, shoulders, neck, tummy, thighs, and finally between her legs. "Oooo, cold" she says.
You inspect the tray that she brought: there is a fantastic assortment of fruits and veggies, crackers, at least half a dozen different kinds of soft and hard cheeses, breads, pastries (complete with butter and several jams and jellies), greens and pasta salad, sliced meats, nuts, everything you could think of and then some. This is going to be FUN! |