I didn't see Amy again till later that night. She was out flat-hunting all day, but without any luck. Finding somewhere that she could afford that was not a filthy dump was not going to be easy. Her feet were sore, her temper was frayed from arguing with letting agents and landlords, and she was hungry.
"What's left of a chinese takeaway is in the fridge. You're welcome to heat that up if you want," I said.
"I didn't get around to getting any groceries today, so that would be great, Sam, thanks."
"Don't worry about food, I'll do the supermarketing tomorrow morning, and I'll get enough for both of us for the week."
"You'll have to let me split the cost with you, I don't want to be a freeloader".
"You will not. You're my guest." I knew she had very little money, and she would need it all for a deposit on a flat. "But you can push the shopping cart if you want to make a contribution – and put the stuff away when we get back. I can't be bothered doing that bit, and food tends to just hang around the kitchen until it goes off."
"Eww, gross. It's a deal."
Amy went off to take a shower, and I went to bed early. Sunday morning I made a point of not putting any clothes on when I got out of bed, and I ate my breakfast in the nude, feeling somewhat decadent, knowing there was a guest in the house. Although my morning erection took longer than usual to go down, I was a little relieved that it had gone before a naked Amy wandered into the kitchen, yawning. She glanced at me and said "Woohoo. Welcome to Naked City".
"It was your idea", I said.
"I know. It was a good one, too. You'll get to like it."
"I already do." She seemed very pleased with herself when I said that.
"Are you sure you won't let me pay for some of the groceries?"
"Quite sure."
"Then I'll have to find some other way to repay you," she smirked. I had no idea what she was planning, but I had a feeling it would be interesting.
Dressed to go shopping, Amy wore a pretty pink sarong tied around her waist, and a thin loose sleeveless cotton top. The sarong was tied about as low on her hips as it could be tied, so there was big bare midriff gap between it and the short white top. I had seen her in similar clothes before, so the obvious lack of underwear was not a surprise. Very few of the models who work for me put on any underwear when they come to the studio, because most panties and bras leave red marks behind that take ages to go away.
When we stepped out of the house into the sunlight, it was immediately obvious how flimsy the cotton materials were.
"Amy, I can see right through those clothes when the light's behind you."
"I know, cool aren't they?"
"They certainly look very breezy, but they could also get you arrested."
"Not a chance, Sam. You worry too much. I know the sarong is a bit sheer, but I decided to wear it today just for you."
"What do you mean?"
