Cowritten with Nemasis84.
"The bacon is going to burn!"
Andrew looked over at the pan in which the two rashes of bacon were indeed crisping and turning a slightly worrying dark colour. He gave out a short annoyed groan and rushed to turn the heat down on the ring and flip the strips of meat over to prevent the unwanted consequences.
"That's your fault," he said looking at Elsa with mock annoyance as the fat spit angrily and threatened to burn his hand. He wasn't really mad at her, it was impossible to be when she was being so playful, but it was fun to pretend all the same.
"How was it my fault?" she asked innocently from her perch on the counter, her legs dangling over the edge and feet swinging in the warm, tasty smelling air of the kitchen as the oven worked overtime to cook so many different foods at once.
"You were distracting me!" Andrew said, accusingly as he placed two slices of bread into the toaster and set the dial ready to make them golden when the sausages were cooked through and mushrooms were finished frying.
"I was not! I merely sat here, feeling rather hot in all the wrong places!" Elsa giggled and gave him a look of pure innocence, although her beautiful blue eyes were shining with mischief.
"Yes... sat there on the counter, with your thighs spread and showing off your knickers to me, you know I can't concentrate when you do that!" Andrew shook his head exasperated. It was certainly true that he couldn't focus properly when his gorgeous girlfriend was around, but throw in her sexy comments and showing off her underwear and he was very flustered indeed, which wasn't helpful whilst cooking a full English breakfast.
Andrew had brought Elsa to his family home, now inhabited by just his bachelor brother, Adrian. It was Elsa's first time traveling into South Yorkshire and they had come to celebrate Adrian's birthday. Elsa had the idea to start his special day with the full English breakfast in bed...of course that meant that Andrew had to cook it all since he knew what was in it as well as the layout of the kitchen.
Elsa didn't respond to Andrew's complaint, she simply smiled and continued to enjoy watching Andrew. He had a sheen of sweat on his face from the heat of the frying pans that he was dividing his attention between, and it was making his skin shine. She liked that, almost as much as she enjoyed watching him flip and turn the various foods he was concentrating on. As much as she loved watching him cook back at his apartment, it was even more fun to watch him in his childhood kitchen.
It didn't hurt that he reminded her of Gordon Ramsey at the moment. She really had a thing for that surly, take charge British chef, and his macho attitude in the kitchen had fuelled many a fantasy for her. Watching her own British boyfriend cook up a storm was really exciting her.
"God it's hot in here," Elsa said, waving her hand in front of her face, fanning herself.
She wasn't really that hot, although the kitchen was steamy, but that wasn't the point of her comment; it was just to get Andrew's attention on her again so she could tease him a little more.
Her plan worked. Andrew couldn't help but look at Elsa there on the counter, her legs slightly spread displaying her white knickers, tucked away but still visible, between her open thighs. His eyes were drawn down briefly to that sexy little crevice and his cock stirred, not for the first time, but he was able to drag his eyes back up again.
"Phew, I think I made a mistake wearing this shirt," Elsa said with a grin, and before Andrew could reply she reached up and undid the top button of Andrew's white button up. It was the shirt he'd worn to work and on the drive East yesterday that Elsa rescued from the floor when she woke up that morning.
Andrew couldn't help but hold his breath as Elsa deftly undid a second and then third button, pulling each side of the shirt open and revealing more of the supple white flesh of her cleavage after each one.
"Hmm that's better," she teased as she put her hands on her knees and used her arms to push her breasts together making it seem totally unintended, whilst knowing exactly what she was doing, and the effect it would have on her boyfriend.
Andrew couldn't take his eyes off of those big, partly exposed mounds. Elsa had great breasts, they were one of his favorite things about her, and just seeing them now had his cock twitching in his pants. He could feel more sweat building up on his forehead, but this time it was more from his growing arousal than the heat of the oven.
"Sausages," Elsa said and nodded her head at the pan where the two plump Richmonds were happily cooking after letting Andrew get an eyeful of her cleavage. God she was enjoying teasing him.
"Oh shit," Andrew cursed and quickly grabbed a spatula to turn and prevent them from burning. He really had to focus but given his ever growing arousal, concentration was getting much more difficult. He just hoped he could get everything finished without ruining any of Adrian's special birthday breakfast.
Elsa giggled and went back to swinging her legs whilst watching the action. She couldn't deny it, she was getting very excited herself. There was something about watching Andrew turn sausages, flip mushrooms and stir baked beans that really made her mouth water, and it wasn't the food.
"Okay, so the beans are almost ready, sausages are just in the pan staying warm as is bacon and mushrooms will be finished in a couple of minutes," Andrew said to the kitchen in general, speaking to himself more than Elsa. "What next?"
"Toast," Elsa prompted and winked when Andrew looked at her. She loved that particular look, it was one he usually reserved for their bedroom playtime, when he was taking charge as her 'daddy', only today it was more exciting because she was imagining this was a professional kitchen and he was the stressed and angry head chef. "What would you do without me?"
"Not get distracted and almost burn bacon and sausages!" Andrew said accusingly, he was picking up on the vibes that Elsa was giving off, and in truth he was getting just as aroused as she was the more he looked at her.
Elsa felt a shudder pass down her spine, and her knickers suddenly became more moist than they had been when she'd helped him get the pots and pans out twenty minutes earlier. The way he'd said that turned her on so much.
As she felt that shudder, Andrew felt his cock spring to life a little more as he glanced down at her breasts, now very much on show, again. He just couldn't help himself, and right then he had the overwhelming urge to bury his face into his beautiful girlfriend's chest and spend a little time playing with those big, beautiful mounds.
"Ouch! You little bastard!"
"You okay babe?" Elsa asked concerned as she looked up and saw her boyfriend shaking his right hand and sucking on the part where his thumb met his pointer finger.
"Yeah, some fucking hot fat just spat out of the bacon pan and burned me," Andrew said looking to see if it had left too big of a mark on his skin, luckily he didn't have anything more than a tiny red dot to show for it. Although the pain was still there as a reminder to concentrate on what he was doing and not get distracted by Elsa.
"Aww want me to kiss it better for you?" Elsa asked sweetly, pushing out her bottom lip in a show of sympathy.
"No, what I want is you to get off your arse and grab me an egg from the fridge!" Andrew said with a little less playfulness in his voice. The stinging he felt on his skin took away the sexiness for a moment as he focused on the task at hand-stirring the baked beans and checking the mushrooms one last time before dropping the bread into the toaster.
Elsa felt a sudden and intense sense of arousal at the commanding way Andrew had told her to get him an egg. Her knickers had been moist before but now they became positively wet as she pushed herself off the counter and looked at him standing over the pans on the oven, his skin sweaty and face fixed in concentration.
He reminded her so much of Gordon Ramsey at that moment it was crazy, and she had never wanted him more than she did right then. The urge to have him inside her, stretching her pussy with his hard cock as he fucked her any way that he wanted to, making her clit tingle and heart beat like a drum in her chest.
She pushed herself off the counter, dropping her sock covered feet onto the cold tiled floor, and went to the fridge where the eggs were kept. As soon as she opened the door a cold blast hit her warm skin, and Elsa bit her lip to stifle a pleasured groan as her nipples hardened. The little pink nubs that topped her breasts had already begun to stiffen as her arousal grew whilst she watched Andrew cook, now they were so erect they could definitely be seen through her shirt.
"Here you go, Chef," Elsa said as she offered an egg to her boyfriend. She smiled as he grabbed it from her hand with a brief "thanks" and cracked it on the edge of the pan he was using to cook the sausages.
"This is going to spit, so watch out," Andrew informed her as he prepared to drop the contents of the egg into the hot fat that had leaked out of the sausages, ready to fry it and finish the last major part of the breakfast he was cooking.
"Yes, Chef," Elsa said, feeling her pussy tingle and her nipples demand attention. She couldn't help herself any more, she had to do something soon to relieve this building desire.
Andrew opened the cracked egg shell using both hands, and carefully dropped the yolk and white into the sizzling pan in an explosion of sound and flying fat. He watched as it began to solidify and change colour, using his spatula to prevent it sticking and as he did so he felt arms wrap around his waist and the familiar feel of Elsa's breasts pressing against his back as she hugged him tightly from behind.