"Yawwwn," Tyler lazily woke and sighed, "mmm last night was amazing... but where exactly is...?"
Taking a glance around the room, he could very plainly see his partner was nowhere in sight. After the torrent of sexual energy from the experience the night before, Tyler was quite eager to at least plant an affectionate and thankful kiss on his dear's forehead.
"Hmm... what's that noise?" he questioned, sensing the faint sound of a skillet emanating from down the hall.
Gently tossing his coverings aside, the sleepy guy climbed his way out of bed, grabbing his lucky red boxers on his way up.
"Phew, I sure lost you in a hurry huh?" he spoke to them, half expecting them to reply. The night he had spent at his friend Alexia's proved to be one of explosive excitations, not only supplying each of the participants with an unimaginable amount of satisfaction and delight, but physically messing up the girl's bed to an outright asunder. The covers and blankets were skewed and disorganized, half not even on the bed itself. The pillows, save for the one Tyler had been using, were likewise spread across the floor halfway over the room, and even the nearby nightstand lamp had been knocked over. "What in the heck got into us?" Another question made itself known to his thoughts, pulling a shirt over himself and slinking to the bedroom door. Without seeing, he reached for the door's handle, only to grasp something very soft. Apparently he had found the final resting point of Alexia's soft green panties, hanging from the doorknob, bothering no one. A smile crossed his face as he chuckled to himself and turned the passageway's handle. Ever the one looking to feed his sexual ego, Tyler puffed up his pride and continued stepping down the hallway.
The smell of eggs and bacon joined with the now loudening sound of the skillet, producing the age old scent of breakfast coming from the kitchen.
"Why good morning dear," Alexia greeted, "I assume you slept soundly?"
"You could say that." He replied, pulling a stuck sock off the back of his leg and tossing it to the floor.
"I thought you may want some "wakey wakey eggs and baccy" she said back, suppressing a slight giggle.
"I'd much rather have you for breakfast" He thought to himself. As he passed around the edge of countertop's "L" shape, he started eyeing the young vixen. It looked as though the only garments she chose to wear this morning had been a long white t-shirt that hung to her knees, and... well the rest couldn't be determined, though the image of a pair of white panties looked as though it showed itself for a brief second. Her hair was the kind one would expect a girl to wake up with, the "post-sex hair", but didn't have any flaws in spite of it. It was a light reddish-brown and hung lightly down the girl's shoulders to almost her backside, some parts having little curls that bounced when she moved around. Tyler had always had a very heavy fetish for hair, of which Alexia knew full well and often flaunted in his face, usually to tease him in the most inopportune times. So many times in the past he wished to simply ravage the hair alone, feel its soft silky texture against his many parts, and of course physically show his appreciation for it. Unfortunately, inconvenience made itself present, relatives/friends showing up unexpectedly, important phone calls, etc. which would often deter his efforts. But today, the doors were locked, the windows were covered, and the phones were off. Potentiality was in the air as well as an as of now growing desire. Who know what could happen with this sort of situation?
Alexia happily bounced to the fridge for more eggs, her height making her stand on tip toes to try and find them. She stood about 5' 1" even though she was eighteen, and in hindsight having a fridge this tall might've been a mistake. In any case, the eggs had been found and she was now onto the next item: some sort of veggie for an omelet. The veggies in her fridge, as is the way in most, were in the crisper. In other words, the very bottom of said fridge. Tyler watched as she slowly bent herself over, keeping her knees straight, reaching down with her one free hand. The shirt she wore was long, but not so long that it could cover an action like this. The bottom hem steadily climbed along her slender legs, along her young thighs, and finally sliding partway along her cheeks, showing that she was indeed wearing the white panties he had afore thought. The way she bent made them tight against her, the impression of her body pushing back against them, revealing her cleanly shaven lips and full, shapely ass. Tyler's eyes made the opposite path, striding down along her legs, taking in every inch of what she was showing him, even unknowingly, until they reached her feet. It seemed to take forever to reach them as while Alexia was short, her legs made up a great deal of her height, proving just how long a pair a short girl can have. He quickly shot his eyes back to hers as she regained her previous posture and carrying the ingredients, made her way back across the kitchen floor. A little bit of her shirt had caught on the waistband though, and was still providing Tyler the sort of thing he enjoyed: a perfect view of several of her best features.
The TV was on in the adjoining room, blasting out some obscure song Tyler had never heard of but clearly Alexia loved. She sang to herself with the beat, unknowingly wiggling her hips to it as well. She wasn't ignoring him, but since he wasn't really helping she thought it better to stay focused on her work. Tyler leaned against the fridge, continuing to watch her and her figure's traits as they all moved their certain ways. The hips wiggling, the hair bouncing, her chest bouncing as well whenever she turned enough for him to see it. Each part contributed to creating the overall stunning effect she was famous for in his mind. Alone each part was great, but combined they produced the most alluring effect he had ever seen. He felt the sort of longing for contact one does when watching a girl like this forming inside. The anticipation of what he could do with such a girl starting to creep up from the inside out, urging him on and on to take an action, to at least start something and figure it out as they go. He watched the swaying hips more, sensing his boxers starting to constrain, bringing his eyes up along her curvy back he saw the shoulders he would love to lay his hands on, next to the neck he wished to caress. This girl, in just the act of fixing breakfast, was ever increasingly driving him crazy. He imagined the thought of cupping those cheeks in his hands, her full breasts as well, and even running a finger along her neck.
--DING- the bell went off as she slipped the omelet off the pan and onto a nearby plate, along with the waiting bacon and fried eggs.
