Leon Unresistable Desire Part 1
Leon Kennedy and Ashley Graham were tired.
The sky was getting dark, and the cold wind was biting. Out of nowhere, they spotted a house all by itself, lights on, They exchanged a quick, wary glance, but anything was better than more walking
“Think someone’s in there?” Ashley asked.
Leon shrugged. “Only one way to find out.”
They crept in, Leon holding his gun, Ashley right behind him. They checked everything — living room, kitchen, bedrooms — but nothing. Total silence.
“No one home,” Leon said, holstering his gun.
Ashley flopped onto the living room couch, practically melting into it. “How about sleep here tonight? I’m done.”
He thought for a sec, scratching the back of his neck, but gave in. “Alright. But if anything weird happens, we’re out.”
Ashley grinned and sprawled out more on the couch. After a bit, she said, “Leon, my feet are killing me. These boots wrecked me today. Could you, like, massage them for me?”
Leon froze for a moment but nodded. “Sure, no problem.” He sat next to her, trying to play it cool. Ashley stretched her legs out and plopped her feet in his lap, still in the boots.
Leon’s heart skipped a beat. He had this thing for feet, a fetish he kept under wraps, but right then it was screaming at him. Hands shaky, he started pulling off her boots, slow and careful. When her feet came out, the smell hit him — that sweaty stink from a long day on the run. And those feet? Delicate, with red-painted toenails, a little chipped. Leon just stared, locked up.
Ashley noticed and asked, “You okay?” She laughed awkwardly. “Sorry, they must stink, huh? Should’ve kept my mouth shut.”
“No!” Leon blurted, almost too fast. “It’s not that. Just remembered something. Chill.” He forced a smile and started massaging.
Ashley let out a relieved sigh and closed her eyes. “Wow, you’re good at this! Seriously, what a massage!”
He chuckled. “Thanks. Just don’t ask every day, alright?”
She shot back, “No promises on that.”
And so, in that weird house with the lights on and no one around, Leon kept massaging, wrestling with the mess in his head while Ashley relaxed, clueless about what those feet were doing to him.