Favorite Meal

Alison Rey's standing in the kitchen, putting the final touches on an anniversary dinner for Hazel Moore. She slips off her apron to show off the new dress underneath, then notices the sauce needs pepper. She reaches for it without bothering to cover back up, and a splash of sauce lands right on her chest, staining the dress. Cursing under her breath, Alison considers her options. Old clothes feel lazy for a night like this, and there's no time to shop. Then an idea hits. When Hazel gets home, Alison calls from the kitchen, telling her to head straight to the dining room. Hazel picks up the scent immediately, gushing that it smells like her favorite dish, but Alison warns it's only half the surprise. She walks in wearing nothing but the apron. Alison struts between kitchen and table, each trip back giving Hazel a full view of her bare ass. When she finally sets a napkin on Hazel's lap, Hazel catches her wrist and pulls her closer. Dinner can wait, because this kind of anniversary is already heating up.