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I tried to make Tomy's problem more evident, which is his shyness and social aversion. As well as the fear that Mi-kun might see the touches as betrayal, as if her love were fake..
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They walked in heavy silence. The late afternoon sun was already sinking, painting the plaza trees with a long, yellow light. As we approached, I felt an electric tingling at the nape of my neck—the mix of the fear of getting caught and the excitement I was about to provoke myself. Tomy-chan squeezed the sleeve of my shirt so hard that her knuckles turned white. I had to be the first to spot the silhouette on the cement bench, near the public restroom. The old man was there, inert like a dirty statue.
The beggar approached, just as filthy as ever... does he not bathe? Maybe I should take him home to shower...?
"Hohoh, my young friends!" He spread his arms in a theatrical gesture, revealing dark stains under his fingernails and a smile that showed a few yellow, crooked teeth.
I smelled his sour odor and felt Tomy's tight grip on my arm.
"Hello, sir, as we discussed, we've come again!"
The old man laughed, and then sat down on a small bench.
"Come! Let's talk."
I was surprised; I thought he would try the hug again... but why did he sit?
I looked around, and aside from his bench, which was individual, there was another small one in front that was also for only one person...!
Gulp.
I understood...
"Ah, of course, let's sit down then..."
As soon as I sat down, Tomy looked around lost, but there was no room for her.
"Oh, my head... there are only two benches here..." the old beggar feigned embarrassment.
"How about we move somewhere else...?" I played along with his scheme. Tomy looked at me anxiously; she wasn't understanding where things were going.
The old man, with a spring, stood up excitedly, practically drooling.
"No, too much trouble... I have a better idea..."
IIIIIIIGHHHHH! Tomy's squeal.
The beggar pulled Tomy towards him and then sat down with her on his lap...
I leaned in subtly, almost unconsciously, feeling the throbbing ache of my erection pressing against my jeans.
The beggar pulled her close with unexpected strength and sat her on his lap, his thin, bony legs wrapping around Tomy's soft thighs.
Tomy paled from the physical contact with someone who wasn't me, then flushed violently, the red rising from her neck to her cheeks. Her eyes met mine, seeking confirmation for the scene, wondering if it was "normal," her face carrying the spark of forbidden excitement she was desperately trying to conceal beneath the performance.
Gulp.
My sweet childhood friend always suffered because she had a very erotically sensitive body, another reason she developed her shy mentality and another motive for her to always wear thick clothes... but now she was being stimulated like this... I could understand what she was feeling, the anguish of feeling something exclusive to us with someone else...
Sorry... but I'm going to pretend it's normal...
I smiled and gave a fake laugh. I forced myself to hide my rising excitement.
"She looks... like a child..." I'm getting hard as hell... I tried to lie that their contact was somehow pure, without anything more.
However, the beggar's face... he had a look of pure depraved delight.
The image of Tomy sitting on the old man's lap, his arms wrapping around her from behind, his hips pressed against her, was a disturbing mix of innocence and perversion. Her small, delicate, almost cute figure contrasted with her voluptuous curves, her full breasts pressed against the old man's thin chest.
Tomy seemed to understand that we were exactly at the safe limit of our game, and she relaxed her body into a calculated submission, based on an unbounded trust in me, although her muscles were still tense from the intensity of the contact.
Tomy-chan understood that this wasn't something 'wrong,' that I didn't blame her for letting another man touch her... and so she remained seated.
... I didn't let her sit on my lap... her butt was too voluptuous for my small cock; I was afraid she would break me... but now it seemed the old man not only appreciated something that caused me discomfort. It seemed he delighted in her sitting on his member... maybe that's because he had a large cock? Maybe that's why he wasn't intimidated by my childhood friend's big ass...
"Hohoh, yes, a good girl... very good..."
Then, I saw his hand slowly slide inside her blouse, his dirty, rough fingers brushing her soft skin. Tomy stiffened, her eyes meeting mine again, seeking silent approval to continue. I maintained my smile, feeling the satisfaction of co-directing the scene wash over me.
When he touched her, I imagined the contrast of that rude, grotesque skin against the peach skin of her belly. The sight of his large, grotesque cock against her ass... I wonder what she's feeling... if that makes her have the same hunger I do...
"So, how has your day been?" I asked to divert the focus from my dear childhood friend.
I became the beggar's accomplice once more...
The old man laughed, his hand stroking her belly with slow, circular movements. "...it was terrible, sh*t, but now, with you two here, it's perfect! A true blessing!"
And then I saw his hands go up and...
iiiigh!
His hands... the volume beneath the fabric... on her breasts...
Is he groping her?
His hands slid under her bra, his fingers finding the softness of her breasts.
Another sharp sound, a muffled groan of shyness and something more... escaped Tomy-chan's lips.
Her lips, which once made me uncomfortable... seemed more appetizing for some reason...
He was groping her, his fingers kneading her breasts with blatant lust.
Tomy looked at me with wide eyes, her face ablaze, her breathing ragged. I kept smiling, feeling the heat of my erection throbbing against the fabric of my pants.
Tomy-chan turned beet red with shyness...? and looked at me with wide, watery eyes, seeking instructions on how to proceed. She swallowed hard, and her lips remained slightly parted, releasing a heavier breath.
I smiled again... it was still "normal"... I tried to placate her, tried to say that I still didn't mind the old pervert's touch...
"...T-that's good, we're happy to keep you company, sir. Right, Tomy?"
Tomy, fiery red, her breasts being kneaded, nodded in agreement and gave me a slight smile.
"Hahah, that's good, very big! I mean, very good! You are such... tender, such generous people... I know keeping company with a random old man is... boring."
His hands moved non-stop on her breasts. His hands moved non-stop on her breasts, squeezing, kneading, pinching her nipples through the thin fabric.
Sniff, sniff... he started sniffing her neck. Tomy flinched, then stretched out, her eyes widened, her mouth slightly opened, and she did something I had never seen before.
Hmmmh
She moaned... the sound echoing in the silent plaza.
She was surprised too and brought a hand over her mouth to stop any strange new sounds from escaping.
"Ohhohoh, the girl likes massages...?" The old man had an excited glint in his eyes; he seemed satisfied, fulfilled... His hands seemed to gain intensity; my childhood friend's breasts were kneaded into strange shapes that I had never made before... I had only gently touched her breasts to help her put on her clothes when she had difficulty... My dear Tomy-chan was experiencing new sensations... sensations that I never gave her.
"Massage?" I feigned ignorance.
I saw his lips murmur, 'Her tits are fucking massive... and so damn good.'
He smiled broadly, revealing his mouth with few teeth and a dark tongue. "Yes, I was a masseur before, well, I was a masseur one day, so I know a few things... so I know a few things... I know how to touch a woman... a person where it's most comfortable..."
His hands continued to move on her, each touch bolder and more lascivious than the last. Tomy trembled, her eyes fixed on mine, seeking answers—was it still normal?
"...Oh, I see..."
This was so... wrong... but... so perverse, so exciting...
"So, Tomy-chan... are you enjoying the gentleman's massage?" Sorry, girlfriend-chan... but I'm walking straight into his trap again.
Tomy looked at me, surprised, seeking confirmation about the question.
The old man's hands intensified their movements, squeezing her breasts hard, pinching her nipples until they rose into hard peaks under the fabric. She trembled, her entire body vibrating.
Mmmmhp... and she moaned again... she moaned again, the sound louder and more enthralling than before.
Slowly, hesitantly, Tomy nodded affirmatively at me, her eyes glistening from the intensity of the sensation.
"Hohohoh, that's good! I know another massage too, a special massage, look!"
He lowered his hand, sliding it down, down, until his fingers touched the edge of her pants.
Tomy started and jumped up, escaping the old man's lap and running to me, her breasts swinging freely under the thin blouse.
"Ah," my regret escaped me involuntarily... Tomy clung to me and sat on my lap. I was so hard... but she wouldn't feel it...
Tomy clung to me, burying her face in my neck, her body trembling uncontrollably and breathing strangely.
"Ah, is the game over, Tomy-chan?" the old man asked, with false sadness, surprisingly respecting the limit set by her... but his eyes gleamed with insatiable lust.
Perhaps... perhaps he knows he will have another opportunity... perhaps he feels that I will bring my dear childhood friend here again...
"Oh, what a shame... did I scare you, sweetie? I'm sorry..." the old man said with his feigned sadness.
Then I understood... he was raising the limits... he was slowly pushing Tomy-chan's mental barriers constantly... first the limit of physical contact... then the one of bold touches... and then the moment of...
Gulp... I swallowed hard with the realization.
The more Tomy-chan accepted his touch... the bolder he would become, and it was all planned by the old man... and I... I would help...
"Hahah, it seems so, sir..." I hugged Tomy... I didn't want her to get emotional like earlier... I hugged Tomy tightly, feeling her soft breasts pressed against my chest... I no longer found her breasts unpleasant, they were soft, warm, and strangely comforting... feeling the warmth of her body against mine. I didn't want her to think I was blaming her for accepting the touches.
I looked at her and smiled. Tomy was still trembling... I suppose it wasn't from fear...
"What did you intend to do, sir?" I tried to give him the chance to set up a bigger, bolder trick.
One more step in the corruption of my dear childhood friend.
He widened his eyes, realizing the golden opportunity I handed him on a silver platter; he coughed to mask the perverted expression he had.
"Ah, it's just a special massage I learned... nothing more."
I looked at Tomy and smiled. Sorry... but I was going all-in on the trick.
"Maybe I should have told you before doing it... Tomy-chan is very shy..." very sensitive...
Tomy trembled in my arms and stared at me, trying to understand where this would lead us. I just smiled calmly at her.
The old man seemed to understand the meaning of life; he seemed to see the 'path' he should follow.
"Ohhhhhh"
Then he slapped his thighs.
"You're right, next time I'll give a warning first... sorry, little lady! I was hasty."
Then we talked a little more before saying goodbye.
When I took Tomy home, I had to ask her to give me a blowjob... I couldn't control myself. She smiled sweetly, and we said our goodbyes.