"What are you doing?" He was trying not to laugh.
"What does it look like?" She smiled, on tip toes trying to reach the flour bag way at the top back of the highest shelf. She could feel her brown skirt lifting up a little bit too high, and was sure he could see the smallest bit of her ass. She only hoped he couldn't see her sexy red panties.
He certainly eyed her over, and then glanced to the table. On it he found a big green bowl, milk, eggs, sugar, some chocolate chips, among a few measuring cups. "What are you making?"
"How about you just help me!" She pleaded while trying to jump up a little in hopes to reach the flour bag.
He laughed a little under his breath at how cute she was. Poor girl would never put enough cloths on, but today was the one day he didn't blame her. It was really hot out, and of course she'd be in here baking making the rest of the house even hotter. He would never understand women.
As he walked over he grabbed her ass.
"Hey!" That made her jump even higher then before.
"You said you wanted my help." He smiled and kissed her neck.
"Getting the flour!" She giggled, but when she felt his other hand slide up from her hip under her shirt, she grabbed his hand before it could get very high. "Flour!"
He rolled his eyes and simply moved his hand higher up, until he found her bra. Playfully he slipped his fingers underneath it, and played with her nipple. Very soon he had it into a nice little pink bud, and as he sucked on her neck she gently gasped.
"Ah!" She gave her had a good shake, "No no no! There will enough time for that later, I need the flour!"
"Sure, you do." He whispered against her ear, before slipping his other hand to her hip.
Finally she jumped up a little and hit the top shelf, making everything fall off. The bag of flour hadn't been shut from the last time it had been used, and because of that came right down on top of them.
She giggled and turned to face her flour covered boyfriend.
Raising an eyebrow he asked, "You think this is funny?"
"If you had only helped me from the start we wouldn't have had this problem." She smiled and kissed him.
"So, now it's my fault?" He looked at her carefully.
"Why yes it is." She smirked.
"Really?" He went over the refrigerator, opened the door quickly and pulled something out. Before she knew what he was doing she found herself covered in whipped cream, it was on her face, her neck, and slowly moving down her low cut shirt onto her chest. "Darlin' if you are going to blame me, actually do it for something that is my fault." He kissed her slowly, tasting the whipped cream on her lips, "Like this."
She looked at him in shock for a moment, before grabbing chocolate sauces.
He looked at the bottle she was holding, "You wouldn't dare."