Melissa and Jack were busy in the kitchen, getting ready to host a small dinner party for a few close friends. They had finished making the Caprese salad, with fresh tomatoes from their garden. Dessert would be simple - strawberries and chocolates. French baguettes were baking in the oven, already filling the room with a wonderful aroma.
They were only a little behind schedule. Melissa had insisted on being topless while kneading the dough, and Jack couldn't resist caressing her flour-covered breasts every time he passed near her. He was responsible for the sauce; a simple marinara that for some reason required dozens of trips back and forth from the refrigerator.
They had opened several bottles of wine, trying to pick the perfect one to pair with the pasta. Both had already finished a few glasses each, and were warmly buzzing.
Now that the bread was in the oven, Melissa - still topless - was using their pasta-maker to roll out fresh noodles. Thankfully the sauce was mostly complete; because every time Melissa used the hand-crank to process another strip of dough, her softly jiggling breasts completely distracted him.
A few minutes before their guests were due to arrive, Melissa covered the noodles, and told Jack she was going to take a quick shower to rinse off the flour. He offered to join her, but she just laughed, squeezing his ass on her way upstairs.
The guests - two couples, both neighbors - arrived just a few minutes later, just as Jack was setting up a Spotify playlist for the evening. He welcomed them in, poured glasses of wine - a nice Chardonnay to start - and brought out a cheese plate appetizer.
They had just started the second round of drinks when Melissa joined them. She was wearing a short red dress, mid-thigh length. Jack knew she was wearing nothing underneath; just looking at her come down the stairs was making his cock harden.
