Do you like how she speaks with her eyes? I realized it's a way to make someone who's extremely shy actually speak...
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In the late afternoon, I took Tomy-chan to the square earlier than the day before, even with the delay caused by briefly keeping Alfred company and meeting Sensei. Anxiety was an electric weight in my stomach. The step we would try to take today could open up space for more exciting things in the future.
I hope Tomy-chan likes it... If she feels uncomfortable, it all ends.
The beggar, waiting on the bench, smiled like a wolf seeing a lamb.
"How are you both?"
I nodded at him. "Excellent, and yourself, sir...?" The old man didn't even need to speak... the large bulge in his trousers was already shouting loudly. It was surprising that the worn fabric of his pants didn't tear... maybe it will...
I realized I never introduced myself or Tomy-chan, and I also didn't ask his name... It seemed like that was the last thing that mattered to him too...
But I suppose he knows what we're called, since
Tomy-chan spoke my nickname and the opposite also happened...
Well, business aside, I don't want to be his friend...
Not right now, at least. Any moment we can give up on him and go do things elsewhere...
I stared at him... the grotesque figure... Okay... he served the role very well...
"Yes, yes. Will we do the massage today...?" He got straight to the point; the anxiety was alarming in his restless behavior. At least he had some self-control... he could have simply hugged Tomy-chan... He's learning... becoming more reasonable to 'work' with...
I nodded in agreement and tried to hide my uneasiness. Today was a long day full of surprises, and all I wanted was to have that itch scratched...
The old beggar looked at Tomy-chan with an intense gleam in his eyes, almost jumping for joy. His tremors made the 'package' sway at a... bizarre rhythm. Even Tomy-chan glanced over and poked me with a look of 'Bizarre!'
"The good massage, right?"
Tomy-chan shivered but agreed with a nod.
"I see you changed your look, it's very good." He looked from head to toe and licked his lips.
This time, I had Tomy-chan wear a thin, white blouse so I could see better... The previous blouse was too thick and only made me imagine everything; now I could perfectly observe the shapes. Tomy-chan clung to me.
"I had her wear something lighter today... the weather is very hot." I smiled at the old man who, worse than yesterday, looked dirtier and had a stronger, foul odor...
Should I really take him for a bath...? The thought of things that could happen, if I took him... the desire to see what happens seemed to slowly take root in me.
Not yet... too soon... If I take him, it must be without Tomy-chan... because if she's there...
"Gulp,"I swallowed hard.
Tomy-chan isn't ready... and I'm not ready... I placed my hand over my chest, where an uncomfortable twinge occurred.
"Oho! Good work! She looks excellent like this. Truly beautiful!" He made an "okay" sign with his fingers, but didn't look at me; his eyes were focused on Tomy-chan's body.
Cough, cough. He cleared his throat. The old man was trying his best to hide his perversion; I suppose he still hasn't realized... he must consider himself a genius for getting away with this...
I felt a morbid amusement.
"Well, friends, it's always very good to see you. It truly gladdens my heart! You have no idea... I'm always anxiously waiting for you!"
He smiled and then guided us to another spot. This time, there were only two places for us to lean on the ground... they looked like broken benches covered with cardboard... a sort of half-armchair, half-bed.
I hope he doesn't rush things... Tomy-chan would have to lie on him to lean... it would be more intense physical contact. Unlike just sitting, here he would probably try to have more access to Tomy-chan's body... the old man would lay her on top of him...
Good thing I gave up on the idea of making her wear a skirt...
"Shall we sit?" And, without waiting, he grabbed Tomy-chan by the wrist and guided her to his lap on the ground, as if it were already expected... Well, it was, but he should be a little more polite... The old man approached and held her arm, trying to guide her.
My dear friend looked at me again, this time asking me with her eyes: 'Are we going to do this? Is this right?'
I nodded, and then she offered no resistance to his rude behavior. I noticed her nipples were already erect, pointing through her clothes...
She sat down on the beggar's lap, on the ground, and it felt more intimate than yesterday... Her legs stretched out together... Her small body compared to his... She leaned her back against his chest, slightly inclined so she still needed to 'sit'... so she would be in a position where her butt would be perfectly... on top of his cock.
I saw Tomy-chan hold her breath for a second... she gave me a look of: 'I'm... uncomfortable...'
She was simply sitting on top of a grotesque cock that had recently drawn attention for being bizarre... I could almost feel her little heart pounding in agony. My childhood friend wrinkled her nose... the smell was intense.
The thin fabric of Tomy-chan's blouse was almost non-existent in the front, in terms of concealment. I planned for her to wear this outfit so that, the moment his hands went inside her clothes... I would have a clear, unobstructed view.
"... So, how was your day, young ones?" The beggar said while making the most perverted face I'd ever seen...
"Iiiih," Tomy-chan's cute whimper.
He asked us about the day, but his hands had already slid to Tomy-chan's breasts. I could see his hands crushing and twisting the ample flesh of each breast, squeezing, pressing.
I gasped. The image now, without the thick blouse, was mesmerizing. He was enjoying the warmth of her body; I noticed he pressed his hips slightly upward...
Tomy-chan stared at me, looking for answers, and I just smiled and nodded. She slightly relaxed her posture, accepting to have her breasts 'played with'. Her sweet sweat was being contaminated by his oily body.
"... It was good, we were talking about... the past." I could barely speak; my eyes were fixed on the bizarrely erotic image in front of me...
Tomy-chan's body vulnerably leaning on a smelly old man... their hips aligned... his hands fully kneading her breasts.
The old man was intensely focused on Tomy-chan; he was savoring every second, squeezing her breasts with methodical brutality.
Tomy-chan flinched, and he pressed his hips upward... but at the same time, he pretended to pay attention to me. He was a terrible actor... but that didn't matter to me.
"... Past... it's always good to talk about it... always good things... very good things."
His hands squeezed and explored every part of Tomy-chan's breasts. I could perfectly see them deforming, and the thin white fabric was completely stuck to her large, erect nipples.
Tomy-chan shivered and breathed slightly heavily, her face rosy. She never took her eyes off me.
"... How long have you known each other?"
I was mesmerized by the image. It wasn't just the bulk over the clothes! I could see where his hand was and how it moved...
The day's sweat seemed to make his hands glide more easily over Tomy-chan's skin... her nipples looked painfully erect and were being pinched.
"Ahmmm."
Tomy-chan shivered, and when her body spasmed, I saw... him lifting his hip to adjust her. I could see his length over his pants and saw Tomy-chan's butt rubbing against that... he was holding her firmly over his cock so her tremors would make her big butt massage him...
Tomy-chan seemed to feel his length and shivered even more... a strange loop... it was almost like her butt was masturbating his cock... almost... Her butt was moving over the bulge, creating ' accidental' friction.
Fuck... I... The image was simply... a perfect "trigger" for my perversion.
"... We... grew up together, since childhood..."
I noticed Tomy-chan's erect nipples against the fabric of her clothes being relentlessly pinched by him... rude and crude, as she told me. Does she like it...? Her face seemed to show pleasure... but the looks she gave me...
A slight discomfort arose in my chest... it seemed to grow in intensity with every shiver from Tomy-chan... every time I saw her rubbing against the beggar's cock... Was she doing it on purpose...? Is she rubbing her butt in this strange masturbation... because she wants to?
Probably not; knowing her, she would never do that... But she seemed to enjoy the result... Well, that's good... right? That should alleviate my guilt... that should be what I wanted... but then... why...? Why did I feel uncomfortable?
Before it was just excitement... could it be because it seems to involve his cock...? Could the idea of him using his cock... be what bothers me...?
But there were still so many barriers... so many fabrics... The strange sound of the fabrics rubbing was noticeable... maybe his trousers won't hold up...
"Ohoh, that's good, very delicious... I mean... great... It's rare to have such a friendship... a friendship that lasts so long is... delightful."
The old man could barely take his focus off Tomy-chan's body. I wonder if he likes her curves out of deprivation... because he's old...
And then I looked at his extra-large member that Tomy-chan's butt was pressing...
In a way, it seemed to match... A big cock... for a big butt...?
My cock matches Rey-chan...
"... We talked about the massage..."
Tomy-chan, who was shivering, looked at me with wide eyes; she knew which massage I was referring to... The old man stopped squeezing her breasts and looked at me. "..." It seemed like all three of us held our breath together.