Hot Summer Job/Point out that she's not naked
She'd been waiting for you to come looking for her, feigning innocence so she can join in on the 'fun' her mom and sis had earlier. It's really cute but the fact that she wants you to see her naked is enticing. You have to at least tease her about it.
You reach forward and slip a fingertip into the back edge of her panties as she walks toward her dresser. A snap of the flimsy elastic against her skin makes her spin around and gawk with a "how dare you" open grin on her face.
"Just making sure your butt isn't purple. Since you said you're naked."
Larissa's eyes glance back and forth between her scarce clothing and your leering eyes with some trepidation.
"I... I'm not naked yet," she corrects. "I'm in the middle of changing."
She steps the rest of the way up to her dresser, glancing back at you repeatedly. She slowly drops into a crouch, lowering her nightgown and placing it on the carpet at her feet. She straightens her legs first, raising her butt into the air, then lifts her torso bending only at the waist. She stares at you the entire way, looking for your reaction. You're not sure exactly what your expression looks like in this moment but you're definitely smiling.
Rissa shrugs her shoulders upward, grinning, and tucking her chin down while continuing to stare at you. She's the most adorable little tease. Her thumbs hook into her panties and, after pausing for courage, she flicks the purple garment off of her hips and speedily wiggles them down her legs before stepping out of them.
Seeing her fully exposed profile from behind has your dick twitching again. It doesn't need a lot of encouragement after being blue-balled so recently but Larissa is an alluringly hot little package with an ass even tighter than Bree's. She turns to one side slightly, just shy of exposing her front half, and picks up her panties from the floor. Folding them methodically she then drops down to place them atop her nightgown.
"There," she starts, rising once more and turning in toward her dresser, "I told you... I'm naked!"
"Except for your socks," you point out helpfully.
She lifts one leg into the air to examine her covered foot. Your eyes are instantly drawn to the gap between her inner thighs, the crack of her cheeks parting.
"That's okay... Kylie was wearing socks," she mutters, her comment more of a reminder to herself than to you.
"Your mom wasn't," you are once again quick to point out.
"Ugh! I can't believe you're watching me change!" Rissa groans dramatically. What you can't believe is that she wants you to watch her. After all, she pulled you in here.
Shaking her hands at her sides and her bum to and fro she wriggles and writhes with what is clearly pent up excitement. She can't keep herself from glancing back at you every few seconds even as she tries to rummage around in her dresser, seemingly dissatisfied with whatever she is sifting through.