<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ae/Anime_Swimmer_03.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Takahiro "Tak-kun" Tsurugi</strong></span></span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>    </td><td>Takahiro had always loved teasing. Indeed, the professional athlete was a bona fide teaser. Ayumi in particular he had always enjoyed teasing, even before they became lovers. Her reactions were simply too cute! From her pouts to the blushing faces she could make; all of it and all of her. Perhaps, deep down, he had always loved her, from the moment they first met. Either way, he could not imagine a life right now without her <del>   </del> that much was sure.<br/><br/>When the dark-haired maiden asked him to at least be subtle, he could only chuckle in amusement, watching her as she leaned her small head against his shoulder. <strong>"Hm? You mean like <em>this</em>?"</strong> he asked softly with a playful tone as his long fingers dove deep between her thighs, as if jumping into a pool, though that both areas were moist and he liked to be in them when they were in such a state was about all they had in common. His fingertips pressed solidly against the lace fabric of Ayumi's unmentionables, stroking roughly up and down over the area that hid her soft slit.<br/><br/>Deciding to check his phone real quick before the food got there, he noticed a reply from Yasu to his earlier text message. Chuckling, he decided to send a small response back. His fingers moved quickly across the virtual keyboard displayed on the touchscreen of the mobile device.<br/><strong><br/>To: Serious Tan/Face-kun<br/>From: Takahiro<br/>Sowwy m(_ _)m<br/>P.S. And I'll tel Ayu-Ayu.<br/></strong><br/><br/><strong>"Ayu-chan~ Yasu says he can pick you up after work, if you want. Just message him, alright?"</strong> he told his lover before he leaned his head real close for a quick kiss.<br/><br/>It just as the food arrived<del>    </del>or rather, it was <em>because</em> the waitress arrived with their food that Takahiro decided to take things a step further. Hooking his fingers around the edge of her panties, he tugged it aside a little; just enough for his fingers to slip inside the warm pair of knickers to start playing with her lovely wet folds directly. <strong>"Ah, <em>thank you</em>."</strong> he thanked the waitress in English, as many Japanese youths did these days casually, when she placed their orders before them on the table, deciding to give Ayumi's sensitive clitoris a soft pinch.<br/><br/>His stomach was growling a bit though. There were no lies in his earlier statement that the training had made him hungry and the steaming plate filled with delicious looking spaghetti bolognese didn't help suppress that hunger. Grabbing a fork with his free hand, he plunged it into the tomatosauce covered pile of pasta, wrapping several strings around the metal utensil before bringing it to his mouth. <strong>"Sho... Gooood~"</strong> He almost groaned as his tastebuds were driven to near orgasm at the taste of the food, the fingers playing with Ayumi's pussy curling unintentionally, index and middle fingers penetrating her pink crevasse gently. Noticing his actions, the swimmer decided to simply go with it and began to move his fingers back and forth slowly, glancing down at her with a grin a smudge of tomatosauce on his lips.<br/></td></tr></tbody></table>