Cook A Meal?

"You know, I expect you will be hungry petty soon, so I'm going to get something ready for us to eat once you two were done moving.", and I noticed, a I spoke, Chris smiling my way, and excitedly declares, "Thanks, Bridget". He slapped my bare and exposed ass cheek hard enough for it to shake, and maybe even leave a mark, before opening the door and walking out to get his stuff. He leaves the door open, but by now I'm simply too busy to notice. That outside did notice, and I quickly catch someone staring at me; once they caught my face, their cheeks heated up and they looked away.

I get some sauce to a simmer, and at that moment, Lance pops his head up, looking intently at me, and no doubt, at my exposed breasts. I find myself smiling back his way, as he walks around the corner. He reaches a handout, and grips my left breast softly with his fingers, softly running his fingertips along its underside. I giggle softly, before asking, "What brings you this way? And don't say the food ... we both know that had nothing to do with it, or you'd be staring at it, rather than my breasts."

His gaze snapped up my way, and he nodded, before saying "I expect it will take a while for Chris to get back, so I thought of a way to help pass the time ... you know, together." He pinched my breast softly between his fingers then, causing me to yelp softly. He chuckled at that, before returning his gaze to my exposed bosom.