Guys, I'm back :D, but I should slowly get back into the rhythm until I return to daily releases.
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"Look, Mi-kun, what is that man doing…?" I follow Tomy-chan's little finger, and there, near the dressing room, was a man.
He seemed like an ordinary, middle-aged man, wearing fitness clothes. He was standing sideways, staring intently at the entrance of the changing rooms. He seemed to be waiting for someone, but the angle of his gaze sent a familiar chill down my spine.
To anyone else, he might seem like a normal person, in a normal place... but to me...
'He's looking at the asses of the women going in and out,' I realized with a knot in my stomach. The same voyeurism I struggled to keep under control, exercised crudely and publicly.
This strange guy seemed to have a fetish close to mine and, because of that, I could sense it; I could see the malice in his positioning and how he carried himself.
However, unlike mine, which was actively seeing something happen, his seemed to be about seeking situations that ended up giving erotic glimpses.
My momentary desire to approach and confront him was immediately subdued by paranoia: what if he's an agent? What if he's a thief?
There was a real possibility that he wasn't what I thought. He could be either someone who 'hunts' thieves, or a thief himself, and any of the scenarios could put me and Tomy-chan in unnecessary trouble.
'After what happened at Uncle's house, I'm not going to rush into my desire when it comes to strangers... I need to check first, see if there's no hidden danger...'
Instead of talking, I moved. I stood one step in front of Tomy-chan, blocking his view and hers.
"Let's ignore it, Tomy. It must just be someone waiting for their wife," I whispered, my voice tense. "Let's go straight to the booths."
Her tension slightly decreased when she felt me protecting her. We took the basket full of clothes, most of which I had chosen: the tight dresses, the short shorts, the yukatas, and headed to the counter to get a booth.
"Do you want me to wait out here?" I asked.
Tomy-chan bit her lip, holding her breath. "Mi-kun… come in with me?"
My heart raced and I remembered the old man in the other booth, maybe I could generate some interaction between them?
I felt my frustration at not being able to 'scratch' my desire, making me impulsive. Going into the booth with her and managing to generate something that would suffocate this growing discomfort of being in 'abstinence' was the peak of controlled voyeurism I could get here, right? It was what I wanted, but it was a huge risk.
"Here? Are you sure?" I asked, trying to maintain focus, but the idea already made my small cock have little tremors of life.
I lightly cursed myself for leaving Alfred's house so hastily without doing anything that would make me forget the possibilities the movie had opened. It was like showing a beautiful steak to a hungry person and then throwing the steak in the trash.
'Shit... I'm slowly losing control.'
I felt the impulse slowly start to grow and guide me to do something daring.
"Yes. No one will see or care. I... I want to see you looking and choosing which one would look good on me," she whispered, her voice loaded with a sudden boldness that contrasted with her shyness. She gave me permission to go and have a daring act with her in an 'alien' place that generated discomfort in her; it was as if her desires also started to obscure the rest of the world.
'It's not just me who is different...'
We entered the cramped booth and I held my breath.
"Close the curtain completely, Mi-kun," she instructed, adjusting the clothes on the small hook.
The booth was a small, private world, with a full-length mirror and strong light. She stood with her back to me, her hands nervous on the hem of the hoodie she was wearing.
When I tried to close the curtain, I realized there was a gap impossible to close, and when I looked through it, I noticed that the man had moved and was sitting near us. He was wearing sunglasses and pretending not to look in our direction, but the crooked smile on his face told me what I wanted to know.
'He is watching…'
"I'll start with the simplest ones," she said, her voice muffled and excited. The sweet tone of my childhood friend's voice contrasted with my desire. I took a small step to the side so he would have a view of her back.
Five minutes later, she took off her pants. I looked away to the mirror, seeing her reflection: the wet panties she was still wearing were tucked between her large, well-toned buttocks. She turned around and gave me a shy smile.
The brief flashback of Alfred groping and squeezing her big ass flashed in my mind.
"What if I try on your choice first?" her little eyes sparkled with sweet and romantic happiness.
I smiled, grabbing one of the shortest denim shorts I chose, along with a tight tank top.
Tomy-chan took off her top. The bra she was wearing was simple, but her full breasts struggled against the fabric, forcing the cleavage. My body reacted immediately and I looked carefully at the gap and saw the man rubbing his own bulge in his pants while seeming to drool.
I took a deep breath, enjoying the sensation that arose in my chest; it was sweet, even though it was much less intense than when we did it with the beggar or even with Alfred… but it was just the good part that resonated and scratched that desire which was frustrated.
She put on the tank top. The fabric stretched, accentuating the volume and exposing an impressive cleavage. Next, the shorts: they went up with difficulty over her big ass, becoming absurdly short.
"Mi-kun…" she whispered, blushing, looking at the mirror and then at me.
I was paralyzed. It was the exposure I desired, but in an environment still very 'dry'. Just a small change of clothes and her presence completely changed from my sweet friend to a super 'intense' woman that made me shrink slightly; her ability to change so abruptly was absurd.
'I understand why she doesn't wear lighter clothes…'
In these moments of her exposure, I always had the same thought. It was simply impossible for her to convey a vision that didn't suggest the idea of vulgar, sexy, and intense, not out of her desire, but because her body was made to be simply overwhelming.
While Rey-chan was made to be cute regardless of the clothes she wore, Tomy-chan was made to be 'violent,' violently intense with anything.
"It's perfect," I managed to say, my voice hoarse with the scenarios I imagined. "You look... incredible."
"Seriously…?" She looked at me sweetly, not noticing the gap behind me where the man was also delighting in the sight of her. "Did Mi-kun really like how I look like this?"
Tomy-chan stared at her reflection in the mirror with discomfort, but smiled whenever she turned to face my 'approval' face.
"Yes~ girlfriend-chan is very intense~" I spoke sweetly in our tone and approached to touch her waist and lightly her exposed thigh. The softness of her skin yielding to my touch was always fascinating.
"Mi-kun~" she happily moaned my name as she felt me touch her.
I carefully slid my hand over her curves, slightly forgetting that we had an 'audience'. I only felt with pleasure my plans coming to life and gaining color. The idea of her wearing these clothes around... in the square and at Uncle's house... so many options.
"Tomy-chan is really a stunner~" I lightly squeezed her waist against me in an intense hug and kissed her lips. Remembering that the man was still watching us, I turned her so he would have a rear view of her, and with one hand I squeezed her big ass, making my fingers sink slightly into its elastic softness.
"Mi-kun~ not here~" Tomy melted in my arms, and even though she denied it in words, I felt her hard nipples through the thin tank top poking my chest as I felt her big ass against my hand.
"Okay~" I gave her one last light kiss on the lips and then held her waist and moved away to have a view of her again.
"I liked this outfit, it looks very beautiful on you." I smiled broadly in a way that slowly turned into a wolfish grin. There wasn't just delight with the erotic appearance she emitted. Even though I had started to acquire a taste for her 'violent' aspect, I now appreciated the idea of her in more intense contact with…
'I think it's time to go back and see how the old beggar is doing…'
perhaps the time has come to give him a 'bath' and take some extra steps in our journey… I felt my hidden desire vibrate with extreme intensity, making me forget any previous worry or discomfort. The abstinence seemed to have taken a toll that made me try to dive deeper in search of satisfying this impulse.
I forgot the man again, and when I looked at the gap, I realized he wasn't there anymore, I sighed slightly.
'Alfred was too… thirsty… this guy too scared… it seems that only the old beggar was within the right aspect…'
it seemed that only the homeless guy could, besides scratching this impulse of mine, be within reason… or was it just what I saw because I couldn't think straight amidst the strong impulse…?
That moment was supposed to be my reward, a dose of pure voyeurism that should calm the anxiety and guilt, but the strange man was mediocre and only served to fan the flames of an impulse that would redirect us to the square.
After many laughs and some muffled moans, we left the store with the heavy bag. We spent almost all of my savings reserve, and I would have to find a way to earn money now.
On the way back, on the crowded bus, Tomy-chan was clutching the Pokie Girls teddy bear and smiling, satisfied.
I, however, was restless. I looked at the landscape passing by the window. We were almost leaving the urban area. And it was then that I saw him.
He was standing on the side of the road, smoking a cigarette. His hair with gel, expensive clothes, cell phone in hand, not filming, but active. It was the handsome, idol-like young man Tomy-chan had described on the way there.
He was on the road that led to our town.
He wasn't leaving. He was going there.
My eyes widened. He noticed my gaze and briefly nodded his head, an arrogant smile on his face. He knew who I was, and I had a brief perception of who he might be...
'Roy…?'
He looked a lot like a classmate we had briefly in our childhood.
I grabbed Tomy-chan's hand so tightly that she moaned.
"Mi-kun, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," I said, trying to normalize my breathing. "Just... I remembered something. Grandpa is there. We need to make sure he's okay."
'Roy always competed with me for Tomy's attention…'
This was the only thought that came to my mind, and the discomfort that arose from it was, for some reason, distressing.
We arrived home. The door was unlocked.
"Grandpa?" I called, as Tomy-chan entered shyly.
The house was silent. I found a note on the kitchen table, written in hurried and elegant handwriting:
Mikio, Sorry for the rush. My friend Shō came to pick me up. I'm going to stay at his house for a few days, but I'll be back soon. Don't worry, his house is closer to Alfred's. Grandpa.