Despite being virtually naked, the girls got to work as industriously as if they were in a cookery class at school, taking it in turns to mix the dough, switching back and forth when their arms got tired, rolling it out on the flour-covered work-top until it was just half an inch thick then fitting it into the two baking trays, greased with butter, that Laura provided for them.

“Hope the tray you go in the oven on will be well-buttered!” Amelia giggled. “Don’t want you getting stuck to it!” The girls giggled together over the thought while Laura smiled indulgently, switching on the oven to pre-heat. Once the dough was flattened out she showed them how to fold in the edges and squash them into a little ridge that would not only hold the toppings in but would expand as the dough rose to provide a handy “crust” to hold the slices by. She then told the girls to put them in the oven on a low heat so that they could partially cook before the toppings were put on, stopping the tomato sauce from soaking in and making them soggy.

With the pizza bases baking, they quickly wiped down the work surface and out the chopping boards, standing side by side under Laura’s watchful eye as they used the sharp knives to slice their chosen ingredients, using one colour board for meats and another for vegetables, their heads bowed in concentration and their cute, bare bottoms facing out into the kitchen and it was this sight that greeted Josh when he arrived home a few minutes later.

“Oh my!” he chuckled, walking into the kitchen and kissing his wife. “The dress-code among your sous chefs seems to have got a little lax!” he teased Laura. “Are we sure this complies with food hygiene regulations?” The girls giggled, setting down their knives to greet him and he leaned in to receive their kisses, one on either cheek, while he squeezed their meaty, exposed rumps then gave both a playful slap.

“Hey! You can tenderise us later, Daddy!” Samantha made an unconvincing show of protesting. “We’ve got pizza to make!”

“Oh don’t let me get in the way!” Josh laughed, holding his hands up apologetically. “Want me to leave you to it?”

“You can stay and watch!” Amelia practically purred, leaving her work-station for a moment to go to the cupboard and take out the bottle of red wine she had picked out from the among the four or five choices that Laura suggested and pouring him a glass which she set down on the kitchen table. “You must be tired after work.” she told him. “Sit and relax and we’ll have dinner ready for you very soon!”

Relaxing seemed a little too tall an order with those lovely naked backsides of view, not helped by the way both girls seemed to feel the need to break off from their chopping every couple of minutes to bend forward and peer into the oven, something that he had no illusions about being accidental, knowing full well that it was far more about teasing him and showing off their intimate parts than actually checking on the progress of the baking bases!

Once they had finished chopping, they moved the boards aside and Laura gave them a bowl, talking them through how to make the base, starting with a tin of tomatoes that they pulverised with an electric mixer then squeezing in a carton of thick tomato puree to give it some body then sprinkling in a selections of garlic flakes and dry herbs. Once all the ingredients were in the bowl, they took it in turns mixing again but with the electric whisk this time since it was a much thinner mixture.

“Don’t forget the oven gloves!” she warned as the girls opened the oven and carefully pressed on the baking dough, deciding that it has risen enough and formed enough of a crust for the toppings to be put on. Putting one hand each in the connected set of mitts, they pulled out the two trays, one at a time, and set them on top of the stove so that the hot metal would not burn the counter-top.

“How’s the wine?” Amelia turned to ask Josh as Samantha carefully began to spoon some of the gloopy red sauce onto her pizza and spread it around.

“Almost as good as the view!” Josh winked, raising the glass to her as if in a toast, earning with a provocative butt-wiggle before the little tease got back to work. Under Laura’s supervisions, they carefully spread their chosen toppings on their pizzas, starting with the meat then a light layer of cheese, followed by the rest of the toppings and more cheese, Laura cautioning them not to pile them so high that they would not cook properly. With the pizzas ready and just in need of cooking, the girls made a show of putting them in the oven with far more bending and wiggling than the task strictly required!

With the pizzas safely in the oven, they turned their attention to the side-salad, using fresh chopping boards and knives, putting the chopped pieces into another large bowl ready to be tossed to mix it up.

“Need a top-up?” Amelia asked, picking up the wine bottle and slipping onto Josh’s lap to refill his glass. “Hope you’re looking forward to dinner,” she leaned in close and whispered huskily, “and to the special dessert I’ve got for you!”

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” Josh chuckled, putting his arm around the young girl’s waist as she put her arms around his neck. “You’re not going to take advantage of me, are you?”

“Only if you ask nicely!” Amelia teased before leaning in and kissing him passionately. Samantha and Laura rolled their eyes at each other and giggled, bonding over their amusement at Amelia’s shamelessness and the way she seemed to have Josh wrapped around her little finger even more than Samantha did herself. Samantha cleared her throat loudly.

“Hey,” she teased her friend, “do you mind putting my dad down until after dinner, at least?” Amelia broke off the kiss but giggled cheekily while Josh blushed and looked a little sheepish, fully aware that the all but naked little girl on his lap could definitely feel his throbbing erection through his trousers.

“Why don’t you girls go set the table?” Laura suggested, opening the cutlery drawer and pulling out three sets of knives, forks and spoons. “But maybe you want to get changed for dinner first?”

“Oh yeah!” Samantha giggled. “Good idea!” Amelia hopped up off Josh’s lap and both adults expected the girls to run upstairs to pick out outfits but instead, after making brief eye contact and giving each other confirmatory nods, they simply took off their aprons and hung them up, leaving them both as naked as if it were they rather than the pizza that would be served for dinner. “Much better!” Samantha grinned. “Thanks, Mummy!” she took the cutlery from Laura. “Come on,” she told Amelia, “I’ll show you where we keep the placemats!”


To be continued...