Amelia goes to Samuel's again -Blink

The bright weekend sun beat down on the Valente driveway. At exactly 1:30 PM, Marcus grabbed his heavy duty utility belt and keys from the kitchen island.

"I'll see you at midnight, baby," Marcus grunted, pressing a firm, brief kiss to Amelia's forehead. He looked past her toward the living room. "Liam, lock the doors behind me. Keep an eye on the house."

"Got it, Dad," Liam mumbled from the sofa, his eyes glued to the television.

As soon as the heavy front deadbolt clicked shut, Amelia practically floated back into the kitchen. Sitting perfectly on the counter was a freshly baked, golden-brown peach cobbler, still radiating a sweet, sugary warmth.

She carefully wrapped a clean dish towel around the warm glass pan, her heart fluttering with anticipation.

"Liam, honey," Amelia called out, stepping to the edge of the living room. "I made some sandwiches and potato salad for your lunch. They're wrapped up in the fridge. I'm heading over to Samuel's house now, and I might be a little late coming back."

Liam paused his game, his thick brow furrowing in genuine confusion. "Samuel, the neighbor? Mom, you were over there for like half-a-day yesterday. Why are you going back so soon? Dad said to just get some fresh air, not move in with the guy."

Amelia offered him a bright, dimpled smile, masking the thrilling reality of her new relationship. She effortlessly slipped into her 'good Samaritan' persona.

"Oh, don't be silly, sweetie," she pouted softly. "Samuel is just a lonely widower. His house is so big, and his arthritis is terrible. I promised I'd help him clean the inside of his house today, tend to the rest of the garden, and just talk to him so he isn't so depressed. It's the neighborly thing to do."

Liam sighed, leaning his broad shoulders back against the leather cushions. He hated conflict, and his mother's sweet, innocent logic was impossible to argue against. Besides, Amelia knew he always preferred being left alone to play his games rather than answering her constant questions about his personal life. "Alright. Just... text me if you need anything, I guess."

"I will! You're such a good boy," Amelia chirped.

She turned and hurried down the hallway toward the master bedroom to grab her phone. Just as she turned to leave, her phone vibrated sharply in her pocket.

She pulled it out, her pulse spiking as she tapped the secret calculator icon. The hidden chat screen loaded instantly.

Samuel: I just saw Marcus leave in his car, are you coming over right now?

Amelia: Yes, I was just about to leave.

Samuel: Good, leave your panties in your drawer today, slut. Your pink lace ones are still sitting right here on my kitchen floor. You can put those back on when you're ready to go back home and it will be more of a hassle to take them off in my garden.

Amelia gasped, her cheeks flushing a brilliant, heated crimson. She remembered the 'no clothes' rule and what he meant.' Her thumbs trembled slightly as she typed her response.

Amelia: That makes sense. But Samuel, why didn't you text me back last night? I was so worried you were angry with me!

A few seconds later, the typing bubble appeared.

Samuel: I had a business to handle. I'll tell you more about it when you get here.

Amelia bit her plush bottom lip, her heart racing with intense excitement. She quickly reached under her floral skirt, hooked her fingers into the waistband of her fresh white panties, and slid them down her legs. She kicked them aside, leaving her completely bare beneath the thin fabric.

She walked back to the kitchen, grabbing the warm peach cobbler, and walked out of the quiet house.

"Lock the door Liam! I'm going." she spoke loudly and went off after hearing Liam's response.

With every step she took across the sunlit street, the warm afternoon breeze brushed against her pussy lips, sending a scandalous shiver straight up her spine as she approached Samuel's front door.