Kara's cheeks burned as she twisted the hem of her dress between her fingers.
"I… I can't show you out here," she said sheepishly, her voice so soft it was nearly swallowed by the breeze. Her hazel eyes flicked nervously toward the stick fence, then back down at her feet.
Leon's smile widened, playful and mischievous. This was a perfect opportunity to try out one of his fantasy exhibitionism.
He took a step closer, lowering his voice until it was almost a whisper.
"Why not? No one's around." He assured her.
Kara's toes curled against the dirt, her grip on her dress tightening as though the fabric itself might anchor her. Her whole body felt hot, every beat of her heart hammering in her ears.
Leon's smile only deepened as he studied her trembling form.
"You trust me, don't you?" he asked softly, his tone coaxing, teasing. "If anyone comes, I'll cover you. No one will ever know."
Her hazel eyes flicked up, wide and uncertain. The way he said it—so calm, so confident—made her chest flutter in a way she couldn't name. It felt reckless, wrong… yet dangerously tempting.
"I… I shouldn't…" she whispered, the words fragile, half-hearted. Her fingers twisted in the hem of her dress, tugging it up no more than an inch before she froze. The gesture alone sent a jolt of shame—and something else—through her body.
Leon's gaze sharpened, his amusement laced with curiosity.
"Just a little," he murmured, tilting his head as though daring her. "No one but me will see. That's a promise."
Kara's breath caught. A shiver ran down her spine at the forbidden thrill of it all—the flimsy barrier of the fence, the open space around them, the risk of discovery. Her body betrayed her hesitation as her hands trembled, hovering at the edge of decision.
Kara's lips parted as though to protest again, but no words came. Her chest rose and fell quickly, her breath shallow, her cheeks burning hotter than the afternoon sun.
Her trembling fingers lingered at the hem of her dress. She could feel Leon's eyes on her—steady, patient, mischievous. The weight of his gaze made her skin prickle, her body betraying her better judgment.
"I… I can't believe I'm doing this," she whispered, more to herself than to him.
But the words didn't stop her.
Slowly, almost painfully, she loosened her grip on the fabric, tugging it upward just an inch at a time. The rough cloth brushed against her thighs, exposing pale skin to the open air. The breeze kissed her flesh, cool and shocking, and she shivered.
Leon leaned forward slightly, his eyes gleaming, though his voice stayed calm and low.
"See? Nothing to be afraid of. Just keep going."
Her hazel eyes darted nervously toward the flimsy stick fence, then back to him. Her heart thundered—terrified someone might pass by, yet equally terrified of stopping now that she'd started.
The dress crept higher, her trembling hands betraying her shame and her hidden curiosity alike. Each inch revealed seemed to steal her breath away, yet she couldn't bring herself to let go.
By the time the hem reached the middle of her thighs, Kara squeezed her eyes shut, her whole body burning.
"Please…can I stop now?" she whispered, her voice cracking.
Leon's smile softened into something more tender, though the mischief still lingered in his gaze.
"Why? keep going," he murmured. "You look beautiful."
The words struck her harder than the breeze ever could. Her hands faltered, her lips trembling—but instead of pulling the dress back down, she found herself holding it there, suspended between shame and the intoxicating thrill of being seen.
Kara's knuckles whitened where they gripped the fabric, her whole body trembling as if caught between two storms. Shame screamed at her to drop the dress, to run back into the safety of the house. But another voice—a quieter, deeper one—urged her to continue.
Her hazel eyes fluttered open, meeting Leon's steady gaze. There was no mockery in his eyes, only an intensity that both frightened and thrilled her.
With a shaky breath, she tugged the dress higher. First her thighs, then the soft curve above them, revealed inch by inch until her glistening pussy came into view.
The breeze licked at her untamed yet lovely pussy, making her clit protrude more.
Leon's lips parted slightly, his gaze darkening with something between awe and hunger.
His cock throbbed painfully,full erect and aching with need to release.
"Beautiful," he whispered again, almost reverently.
The word sent Kara's pulse into a frenzy. Her face burned, her legs felt weak, but she couldn't stop now. Almost as if guided by something beyond her, she slid the dress even higher, past her hips, baring herself completely to him.
Her breath caught. Her whole body felt like fire, her heart thundering so loud she thought the world could hear it. Standing there in the open, the flimsy fence offering no real protection, she felt exposed in a way that was terrifying… yet exhilarating.
Leon noticed she was turned on even though she did not understand. Her pussy juices were trickling down her thighs.
With mock innocence, he nodded toward her pussy. "Looks like you're peeing."
She dropped her gaze and looked at her dripping pussy. Her blush only deepened, her face blooming several shades darker.
"I don't know what's going on—I promise, I'm not peeing!" she stammered, desperate to defend herself.
She lifted her head slowly, her eyes flickering with a mix of fear and embarrassment, cheeks burning as she met Leon's gaze, shame heavy in every tremor of her lips.
As she met his eyes, her lips quivered, her hands still clutching the bunched-up dress at her waist. She wanted to lower it, to hide again—but at the same time, a strange thrill pulsed through her veins, stronger than shame. For the first time in her life, she felt… daring.
Her eyes shut for a moment, as if gathering courage. When they opened, conviction radiated from them, sharp and unyielding.
In one swift move she lifted her dress over her head, parading her naked body in all its glory to Leon without care that they were outside.
Leon's dick was protesting as it pushed against the rough trousers it wanted freedom.
He could not believe that in just less than a day he had managed to get a blowjob from the mother and he was busy corrupting the daughter.
'This is worth all the suffering.' He thought as he watched Kara stand naked with her pussy dripping.
"You are very naughty—you enjoyed showing off your body." He said teasingly.
Still with shame, " I don't know what came over me, it felt strange yet good at the same time." she confessed. "Especially down there, it feels itchy." she added, her voice so small it barely carried, like a mosquito's buzz.
"I can help you with that," he volunteered. "When I blacked out, I… inherited strange memories from a top scholar. Among them was a technique… for helping women." He blurted the half-baked lie without thinking.
"Can you help me?" she asked curiously.
"Let us go back to the house and I will show you."
He watched as Kara walked in front of him, her big round ass jiggling with every step with a wretched smile.
It was about to go down.