Just a kiss -Blink

"Good girl," Samuel chuckled. "Now that we've got all those silly, judgmental rules out of the way, let's get you comfortable. You're sweating so much, it's unhygienic."

His tone was breezy and completely casual. He moved his hands from her bare breasts down to the waistband of her denim shorts.

"You know, gardening is tough work," he said, his rough fingers popping the metal button of her shorts. "Martha used to come inside covered in mud. I always told her she should just garden in the nude, save us both the laundry."

Amelia let out a giggle, as if it was the funniest joke she had ever heard. "Samuel! You can't just garden naked in the backyard. The neighbors would see!"

"Let 'em look," he grinned, gripping the sides of her denim shorts, hooking his fingers in her panties. With a sharp tug, he slid the heavy material down her plush thighs and over her knees. Amelia obediently stepped out of them, leaving her completely naked save for the ruined, unbuttoned white blouse hanging loosely off her shoulders.

She stood in the middle of his kitchen, her tits swaying freely and her wet- soft vulva, exposed to the cool air. She felt a thrilling rush of vulnerability, but Samuel's casual, joking nature made the **** nudity feel almost normal.

"Did you use another lip-gloss today?" He stepped closer, his hands resting lightly on her bare waist. "Let me taste that." Without any warning, he leaned in and pressed his mouth firmly against hers.

It was very sudden. Out of pure, ingrained instinct, Amelia gasped and recoiled, her hands flying up to push against his chest as she broke the kiss.

Samuel immediately stepped back, his warm smile vanishing into a look of deep hurt.

"Ouch," he shook his head slowly. "And here I thought we were finally being honest with each other."

Amelia blinked, her mind scrambling. "S-Samuel, I'm sorry! You just surprised me-"

"No, no, I get it," he interrupted, holding up a hand. "But you know, Amelia, it really hurts an old man's heart when someone lies to his face."

"Lies?" she gasped with genuine panic. "I never lie!"

"Oh, really?" Samuel raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Yesterday, in your kitchen... I kissed you, and you told me, 'It's okay, Samuel. I really don't mind.' Do you remember saying that?"

Amelia’s face flushed a deep, guilty crimson. "I... yes. I remember."

"But the second I try to show you a little affection today, you push me away like I'm some creep," he stated with disappointment. "So, either you were lying to me yesterday just to pity the poor, grieving widower... or you're lying to me right now about wanting to be my good, honest girl."

"I'm not lying!" Amelia pleaded, her tender heart aching at the thought of making him feel bad. Her absolute pride in her own honesty flared up. "I never lie, Samuel! I just.. I was surprised, I never meant to push you away. I promised I don't mind at all! I'll prove it!"

**** to validate her own innocence, Amelia stepped forward, held his weathered jaw in her soft hands, and pressed her mouth directly against his.

The contrast between them was intense and jarring. Samuel’s lips were rough, chapped, and tasted heavily of tobacco. Amelia’s lips were impossibly soft and sweet, radiating a warm, innocent pink heat that completely enveloped his coarse mouth.

She kissed him sweetly and firmly, lingering for a few seconds before pulling back with a proud, flushed smile. "See? Never call me a liar again."

Samuel stared down at her, an amused smirk slowly spreading across his face. He reached up, wiping a trace of her saliva from his bottom lip with his thumb.

Amelia waited for him to accept his mistake and praise her but Samuel's next words again shocked her.

"That was it?" he teased, his raspy voice dropping an octave. "Amelia, if you're trying to prove you're not lying, you're doing a terrible job."

Amelia pouted, crossing her arms beneath her heavy breasts in a stubborn display of innocence, that completely contrasted with her naked self "What do you mean? I kissed you!"

"You call that a kiss? Is that how you kiss your husband? Or you're mocking me?" Samuel said with a mocking smile. He gripped her waist, pulling her naked hips flush against his trousers "If you're really my slut, you need to do it properly."

Amelia’s breath hitched at the word. For her, it was a title of honesty now "Properly? How..."

"Open your mouth," he commanded softly.

Before she could even process the instruction, Samuel's hand tangled in the golden hair at the back of her head, tilting her face up. He moved his mouth down, parting her soft, pink lips with his own.

Amelia let out a muffled moan as his rough tongue swept into her mouth.

He tasted her deeply, his tongue sliding against hers with a wet, passionate intensity that sent violent shivers straight down her spine. The kiss was completely overwhelming, tasting of smoke and lust. Amelia’s knees practically buckled, her hands desperately gripping the fabric of his plaid shirt as she melted completely into the moment.

For her it was just a kiss.

For Samuel, it was the second barrier to her, controlling the ingrained reflexes, the stimulus that her subconscious mind warns her about.