Literary Erotica
"Tea: An Erotic Tryptich," an erotic short story by Dorla Moorehouse
I. Chaji
Waiting by Steven Cook available at Obsession ArtThe first time I walked into the Jade House, I immediately noticed how out of place the owner looked. Her face was shaded from the already dim light with a ratty, frayed baseball cap. She wore jeans covered in multicolored patches, and her lacy black bra straps peeked out from beneath her faded tank top. I was used to seeing tea shop employees dressed at least in business casual. Despite her anachronistic wardrobe, she was stunning, largely due to her self-confidence. She walked out from behind the counter, said, "Hello, my name is Lila Kimura," and shook my hand, never giving the impression that she was out of place among the expensive tea and fragile teapots.
"Jared Bly," I said, and I began to tremble as I got a closer look at her beauty. She had gold accents in her brown eyes and a slight spray of freckles across her nose.
"Can I help you find anything?"
"Oh, I'm just looking around, thanks. This is my first time at the Jade House. I've lived in this city for almost a year, but just heard about your shop last week."
"Well, browse as long as you'd like. I've brewed a few pots of tea for customers to try. Would you like to sample anything?"
"Do you happen to have any genmaicha prepared?" Genmaicha wasn't the most sophisticated tea in the world, but it was one of my favorites, something I always had on hand in my cabinet. I could easily gauge my overall impression of a shop based on the quality of their genmaicha.
"Yes, I always have a fresh pot of that. It's one of my favorites."
I tried not to grin too much. Having the same favorite tea didn't really mean anything. She handed me a cup, and I inhaled the smell of toasted rice. After one sip, I could tell it had been brewed perfectly; it was one of the finest cups of genmaicha I had ever tasted. This cup of tea alone was good enough to keep me coming back to Jade House. Although, even if it had been terrible, I would have returned anyway, just to get a glimpse of Lila's stunning appearance.
"How is it?"
"Amazing."
"I'm glad you think so. I take great pride in brewing each pot perfectly." She leaned forward on the counter, and her firm breasts almost spilled out of the low-cut tank top. In seconds, I was so hard I thought my zipper would burst.
"I—I'll take half a pound," I said, although I didn't really need any. I had plenty at home already, but I needed to get out of there. The erection got even stronger when she turned away to measure out the tea and I got to watch her perfectly taut ass bend and wiggle as she moved. I wasn't sure I'd be able to make it out to the car.
"Anything else?" she asked, handing me the bag.
"That—that will be all today."
"Ten dollars even."
Fortunately, I had the exact amount in cash. I dropped the money on the counter and mumbled a quick "Bye!" as I hurried out the door. The erection lasted at full strength the entire drive home; I had to unzip my pants halfway because the sensation was becoming painful. When I got inside, I didn't even sit down, just closed the door and braced myself against it. I only needed five strokes and the memory of her breasts swelling over her tank top in order for my cock to shoot cum across the room.
A week later, after I had recovered from the embarrassment of rushing out, I returned to Jade House. Lila was behind the counter, dressed as informally as she had been on the first day we met. She smiled when she saw me.
"I'm glad you're back. I was worried when you tore out of here so quickly last week."
I blushed, trying to come up with an excuse. "Oh, that was nothing, really. I—I just had realized I was running late for an appointment."
"Did you make it on time?"
"What? Oh, yes."
"Good. So what would you like to try today?"
"Oh, I don't know. What would you recommend? What's the Jade House specialty?"
"I have an excellent gunpowder green tea that came in this morning, and I just prepared a fresh pot. How about that?"
"Excellent." My cock strained again as she turned and I got another glimpse of her perfect ass, but I willed it down, wanting the chance to talk with Lila rather than needing to flee in order to get off. She handed me the cup, and I could smell the smoky notes immediately. Like the previous week's genmaicha, it was perfect.
"This is wonderful. There are so few places that get gunpowder green just right," I exclaimed.
"I know. Tea is my entire life. I've spent hours practicing everything from the simple act of boiling water and steeping leaves to the proper methods of tea service and presentation. I can't tell you how many hours I've spent perfecting the art of both chaji and chakai, the formal and causal Japanese tea ceremonies. I want Jade House to be known for its excellence, and I want to be respected as a connoisseur of tea and as one who has mastered the art of tea service.
"How long have you been practicing the ceremonies?"
"I've been attending them since childhood, but didn't actually learn how to host one until I was sixteen."
"I admit, I've never studied, much less experienced one."
"Well, if you're interested, you could come to my place for a private party."
"I—I'd like that." My horniness began to start up again as I imagined being in her house and seducing her in the middle of the ceremony. But once again, I forced my lust into submission.
"Excellent. Does Sunday afternoon work for you?" I nodded. "Great. Show up at two, and don't be late." She picked up a piece of paper, wrote her address and phone number down, and handed it to me. Then, in one fell swoop, she leaned across the counter and kissed me, with dry lips and so much pressure I thought she might break me.
I was losing control over my body; it was all I could do to keep from jumping across the counter and fuck her on the floor. But I restrained myself, and realized I needed to leave before I embarrassed myself.
"I can't wait," I said, turning toward the door.
"One more thing," Lila called. "Be sure to dress up."
I drove home again in a frenzy, and this time didn't even make it into the house. I pulled into the garage, unzipped myself, and lasted about thirty seconds before I got cum all over my shirt and steering wheel.
I spent the rest of the week learning as much about tea ceremonies as I possibly could. Even though Lila already knew I had never experienced one before, and would certainly forgive my ignorance, I didn't want to look completely foolish. I focused my research on chaji, the formal ceremony. By Sunday, I felt like an expert. But as I drove to Lila's house, I began to get nervous, and felt ridiculous for thinking I could absorb all the intricacies of a ceremony just by reading.
I pulled into the driveway and walked up to the door. Off to the side was a small wooden table; sitting on it was a blue stone bowl filled with water. I rang the doorbell and when Lila answered, I almost thought she was someone else. Rather than her usual patched jeans, she was wearing a green kimono with silver embroidery; she had pinned up her hair, and had even put on a little makeup.
"Yes, I know, it's quite a surprise," she said in response to the expression of shock on my face. "Now, let's begin. First, we wash our hands in this bowl, and then we remove our shoes." My hand brushed hers as we cleansed ourselves, and for a moment I held it, and imagined it caressing my naked body. But it seemed that Lila did not want to delay the ceremony and she let go. We finished washing, removed our shoes, and entered the house.
Her place was small, and mostly furnished with Western furniture. Then she led me towards a room different from all the others. It was sparse but well lit. There was enough space to accommodate probably six guests, but the room had been arranged for just the two of us.
"Welcome to my tea room."
"It's beautiful."
"This is your entrance," Lila continued. "Walk in and sit on your mat; I will join you through my door."
I walked in and sat down, nervous again, but I was not alone with my thoughts for very long. Lila entered in less than a minute, knelt down, and lit a fire in the hearth. She stood up again without a word, left, and then re-emerged with a large lacquered tray containing the meal we would share before she served the tea. In the middle of the tray were two decanters, one full of yuto and one filled with sake. The tray also contained two smaller trays, one for each of us, which held miso soup, rice, eel sashimi, grilled salmon, simmered tofu, and suimono broth.
As we ate, I could barely take my eyes off of Lila. I watched each bite of food pass through her lips, and imagined that mouth kissing me again, and then sliding up and down my cock. All I could think about were those warm lips rubbing against me, her tongue soaking my shaft. I began to get hard, but could not bring myself to stand up and seduce her.
"You're beautiful," I said.
"Thank you. It is important to me to respect all the traditions of chaji, especially the emphasis on traditional and formal dress."
"But I don't just mean right now. You were stunning that first day I saw you in your shop in just your regular clothes."
I thought I saw her blush, but I wasn't quite sure. "You're sweet."
The conversation fell flat after that, and my nerves began to overpower my lust for her. Soon enough, we were done with our meal.
"Please wait outside while I clear the dishes out," Lila said. I obeyed, and in a few minutes, she returned. "You may come in." When I entered, all of the teaware was set out.
"In this portion of the ceremony, I will clean all of the instruments we will use." I watched as everything we used was washed, dried, and laid out on the tray. As I admired her nimble, precise hands, I imagined how easily she could manipulate my cock, how she could tease my balls, the ways in which she might play with my ass. I wasn't sure I was going to last through the rest of the ceremony.
Finally, Lila heated the water and put a small hill of matcha powder into a green lacquered bowl. She was preparing koicha, a thick tea made from the best leaves. When the water was ready, I watched her knead the powder and water together, and was once again entranced by her hand motions, wishing she wasn't blending tea but instead giving me a hand job, stroking and thrusting up and down my cock until I exploded all over both of us.
"Now," Lila said, "we share the tea from this bowl. But first, we bow." We stood, sharing in this symbol of respect, although I admit that as she bent down, I looked over to study her ass. Then, I picked up the tea bowl.
"Rotate it before you drink," she said, and I complied.
"This is marvelous."
"Thank you."
"You are marvelous," I said as I handed the bowl back to her.
This time she did blush. "I appreciate the compliment.”
I could not stop myself from speaking more. "Do you have any idea how much I want to fuck you right now?"
"I think I guessed the first day I met you, when your erection almost split your pants."
"You noticed?"
"Of course I noticed; it was impossible to miss. And so was the one you developed on Monday."
"I wanted to dive behind your counter and take you right on your floor. I wanted to undress you and lick your pussy until your clit couldn't take it anymore, until you needed me to stop. I wanted to roll naked across your floor and have you ride me. I still want all that, and more."
She smiled slightly. "What else do you want?"
"I want you in every position imaginable. I want to feel you suck me off; I want to know what your tongue feels like on my skin, how your mouth feels on my cock. I want you to give me a hand job so powerful that my cum hits the ceiling. Did you know that after every time I see you, I need to masturbate as soon as I get home? That I imagine all the things you could do to me, and have the biggest orgasms of my life? And that only makes me want you more."
"I would be lying if I said my feelings were not reciprocated. I'm sure you know that, based on how I kissed you last time. I've often imagined what it would be like to take you in the back room and have you hold me up against the wall and fuck me standing. I've obsessed about how your cock will feel inside me. I've imagined you teasing every single fold of my cunt, finding my g-spot."
"Then what are we waiting for?"
"This is not the proper time."
"But we both want each other."
"Not now." The tone of her voice changed ever so slightly, and we both fell silent.
When the bowl of koicha was completed, I watched Lila clean the teaware, and again I imagined her stroking my cock, then fingering my ass, teasing the tight hole until it loosened and she could slip a finger or two in and play with my prostate. She left briefly, returning with the materials necessary for usucha, the thin tea that marked the more casual portion of the ceremony, as well as a tray of small sweets. She whipped the matcha powder, preparing a small bowl for each of us.
"Most of the formality is over," she said, handing me my bowl. "This is the part of the ceremony where people make casual conversation."
"Are you angry about what I said?" I asked, worried that I had offended her.
Lila smiled. "Not at all. While we certainly didn't follow tea ceremony convention, I enjoyed hearing your confession."
"Yes, I know, I just—"
"You're wondering why I didn't just fuck you right then and there? Because I respect the art of the tea ceremony, and while I certainly don't mind some deviation in certain contexts, I'm not willing to stop in the middle for sex.
I nodded. "Besides," she continued, "I prefer to hold out, build up tension. We wouldn't have nearly as much fun if we had sex right now."
"So, you're not going to hop into bed with me when we're done with the ceremony?"
She smiled. "Not today, but soon. When the moment is just right."
When we were done, Lila cleaned the instruments again, and allowed me to inspect them carefully before putting them away. I hoped that she'd change her mind and take me upstairs, but instead she escorted me to the door.
"I hope you'll come visit Jade House again soon."
"I'll come by next week, I promise."
Before I turned to my car, she grabbed me and kissed me again, this time letting her tongue slide into my mouth. I drove home dizzy with arousal. When I got into the house and began to masturbate, I imagined the hand on my cock was actually Lila's.
II. Afternoon Tea
Lithograph #62 by Hajime Sorayama available at Obsession ArtIt had been a month since I first met Lila at Jade House, three weeks since she'd kissed me across the counter, and two weeks since she'd had me over for a formal Japanese tea ceremony, where we had confessed our erotic desires to each other. But we had not yet acted on them. I visited her shop every day in those two weeks, but was not much closer to fucking her, to finally feeling what it was like to have my desperate cock pumping and gliding inside her hot cunt. Now, she kissed me every time I came by Jade House, deep wet kisses that finished with her biting my lips.
One morning, she told me I could fondle her breasts, and I immediately took her up on the offer. She began pinching my nipples, a sensation that left the fabric of my pants straining in seconds. I had yet to get below her breasts because she still only kissed me behind the counter. But each time I left the shop, I had a raging erection, and had a harder and harder time making it home before needing to blow my load.
Maybe most men would hate the seemingly endless teasing, the waiting. Maybe most men would have given up after a day or two, but I couldn't resist Lila no matter how long she dragged things out. I was too attracted to her. And in fact, I enjoyed the relentless delays and teasing. I was hornier than I had ever been in my life; I could only imagine how great the sex would actually be when it finally happened.
One slow morning, after spending half an hour making out across the counter, Lila asked me on a date.
"Elizabeth Beckett, the owner of the Lavender Tea Room, is hosting her annual afternoon tea for all the tea and coffee proprietors in the city. It's not my thing, but Elizabeth is a good friend, so I should go. Would you like to accompany me?"
"I'd love to."
"Just one thing; you'll have to mind your manners at this one," she said with a smirk.
"I'll be a true gentleman, I promise."
Lila picked me up on Saturday afternoon. We were both dressed up, me in the same jacket and pants I had worn to the private party she'd hosted, Lila in a purple dress with a very short skirt. We arrived at the Lavender Tea Room right on time and immediately headed for the large serving area in the back of the shop. Most of the other guests had already arrived.
"Lila, hello!" Elizabeth called from across the room. She ran over to greet us.
"Hi, Liz." They hugged. Then Lila turned to me. "And this is Jared. Jared, this is Liz."
Elizabeth and I shook hands. "Nice to meet you," she said.
"Likewise."
"I've seated you at my table. Come on, we're almost ready to begin."
The table sat eight, and Lila was at least vaguely acquainted with everyone there. There were a few more minutes of introductions before we finally sat down, with the exception of Elizabeth.
"I'd like to thank you all for attending my annual afternoon tea," she said. "I love seeing all of my esteemed colleagues in the same room. I hope you enjoy yourselves. Thank you again for your friendship and support."
With the toast finished, servers came to each table, carrying three-tiered trays of food. On the bottom layer were scones, some plain and some with dried fruit. In the middle, were the sandwiches: cucumber, egg salad, watercress, and ham. On top were small pieces of sponge cake, lemon bars, and miniature cream puffs. Small dishes of clotted cream, butter, and jam surrounded the tiered trays.
I was famished and ready to serve myself, even though I knew I'd be committing a major breach of etiquette. I started reaching my hand across anyway, and Lila immediately snatched it back and pushed it under the table, looking annoyed. But a moment later, her expression turned mischievous, and she guided my hand under her short dress. I stroked the soft insides of her thighs, savoring the texture of her skin after weeks of waiting.
The servers returned, pushing trays containing teapots, cream, and sugar. A row of electric kettles were lined up across the back of the room. They turned the kettles on and we waited for the water to boil. I worked my fingers up into Lila's panties, found the knob of her clit, and began to massage it in slow circles, trying to be discreet, although none of the other people at our table were paying much attention to us. As the water heated, I sped up, switching to up-and-down motions, wishing we were alone so I could explore her folds more slowly, so I could taste her. I heard the water begin to growl and bubble, as I stuck one finger inside of her and began to rub her g-spot. The kettles all began boiling at the same time, and as Lila came, she permitted herself a soft squeak, drowned out by the whistling chorus.
The servers added water to the teapots, swirled them around, and then disappeared briefly to pour the water out. This step was done simply to warm the pots, not to brew the tea. The servers returned and placed tea cozies on the pots to keep them warm, and then put on more water to boil. Lila's hand was still on the table, as she undid my zipper and slipped her fingers into my pants. My cock was already rock-solid from the thrill of fingering her just minutes before. And just as I had first fantasized at our own tea party, her fingers on me were magical. She started by pinching the tip of my cock just slightly. Then, she trailed the tip of her index finger around in a circle. Finally, her entire hand enveloped my cock, and she began to stroke the shaft, speeding up as the water grew hotter.
Lila leaned over and whispered, "Should I make you come or will you be uncomfortable for the rest of the afternoon?"
"Make me come," I begged, struggling to keep my voice down.
Lila proceeded to thrust even faster, and as the water finally reached its boiling point, I ejaculated into my pants and all over her hand, not caring how it might look, or how it would feel by the end of the afternoon.
The servers added the hot water and tea leaves to the pots, and now it was a matter of waiting for the tea to steep. I knew we had five minutes, so I decided to give Lila another orgasm. I began to stroke the lips of her cunt, and then slid two fingers into her this time. Instead of heading straight to the g-spot, I took my time rubbing the slick, muscular walls, exploring her as best I could given the circumstances. But what I had not planned for was the presence of a server walking around the table, offering guests milk for their tea. Still, I kept going; even when the waiter approached Lila, I didn't stop.
"Milk?" he asked her.
Lila's cunt tightened around my fingers so forcefully I though they might break, and she uttered a quick "Yes." I almost felt guilty. Lila did not care for milk in her tea. She had not been saying yes to the server's offer, but instead was trying to discreetly vocalize her orgasm. So when the waiter asked if I wanted milk, I declined, and then switched our cups.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"I know you hate milk in your tea."
She raised her eyebrows. "You know what I mean."
Finally, the tea was done. The server placed a strainer over each cup as he poured. We passed around sugar, and finally, I could eat. Lila began paying more attention to the other people at the table, making polite conversation with her colleagues.
“Want to come in?” I asked when Lila dropped me off that evening.
"Not tonight."
I knew there was no point in arguing. Our tryst in the tearoom was enough to sustain me for another six months if necessary.
"I'll stop by and see you on Monday, then." We shared a deep kiss before I got out of her car.
Immediately upon entering the house, I jumped in the shower. The cum in my crotch had grown uncomfortable as the afternoon had gone on, but the discomfort had been well worth it. As I cleaned myself off, another erection sprang to life. This time, I imagined Lila's mouth sucking me dry.
III. Jade House
Lithograph #66 by Hajime Sorayama available at Obsession ArtThe week after the party at the Lavender Tea Room, my work schedule picked up, and I didn't have the luxury of stopping by Jade House every day. I worked as freelance business consultant, and a number of financial institutions had contacted me to restructure their operations. Although grateful for the work and pleased that business was booming, I missed having the opportunity to see Lila so regularly. I thought of her constantly, and the absence made me even hornier. A small business owner herself, Lila certainly understood my distance, and found ways to continue taunting me. Throughout the day I'd get text messages saying things like: "Wish you were fingering me right now," and "Too bad you're so busy when I'm so wet." Once, she sent me a picture message of her breasts; another time, one of her cunt, her fingers making an upside-down V, parting the folds to give me a better look.
After two weeks of barely seeing Lila, of occasional furtive makeout sessions and fingerings that rarely led to orgasms, I had to leave town for a few nights to attend a conference. I made sure to visit Jade House before driving to the airport, convinced that this would finally be the night that we would fuck. Even knowing we would be separated by 1,000 miles for several days did not inspire her to end the relentless teasing. She gave me a fantastic hand job and a sexy kiss, and sent me on my way.
I masturbated to thoughts of Lila in the hotel shower every night, each time imagining her in a different position: leaning over the counter while fucking from behind and fingering her ass; sitting in a chair with Lila straddling me and biting my neck; on the floor, plowing her wet cunt until we both exploded; standing while she lay across a table so I could finger her clit.
Lila increased the frequency of her text messages while I was out of town. "If you were here, I'd suck you off right now"; "You should see the way I'm touching myself tonight"; "Don't you wish you could see what I look like when I'm fresh out of the shower?"
When the plane landed back in town, I turned my phone on, and a new text message popped up immediately: "Get over to the shop right now so we can fuck."
I checked the time; it was 7:30 on the dot. Jade House would close in half an hour, though Lila usually stayed late, cleaning the counter and the teaware, counting the cash register, and making sure everything was in order for the next day.
"The plane just landed. On my way," I texted back to her. I dashed out of the airport as soon as they let us off the plane, glad I had not checked any baggage. As soon as I got in my car, I hit the gas and began driving recklessly downtown toward Jade House, fortunate enough to make it without a speeding ticket.
I arrived at Jade House at 8:05; Lila had already locked the door, but I could see her inside, counting the money in the register. I banged on the glass and she looked up, smiled, and ran to let me in.
"Close the blinds," she said
I was surprised that she didn't kiss me hello, but I complied. Then, I turned to find her sitting on the counter, completely naked, her legs open and her fingers rubbing the lips of her cunt, spreading them just slightly.
"Oh my god," I gasped. "I've been fantasizing about you for weeks now, and you're even more beautiful than I imagined."
Lila blushed. "Well, what are you waiting for? I know you've imagined fucking me, too. Let's see how reality holds up to fantasy."
I was so caught up in the moment that I didn't undress right away. Instead, I bent down, eager to taste her. I paused for a moment, allowing myself to fully experience her heady scent, before I began to glide my tongue slowly up and down the flesh of her cunt. I opened the folds gently so that I could have easy access to her clit, which I nibbled on gently.
"Oh!" she cried out.
"Too much?"
"No, it's perfect. Keep going."
I nibbled a little more before I proceeded to really lick her, moving my tongue frantically in all directions. As the panting in her breath grew even heavier, I stuck two fingers in, sliding them towards her g-spot as slowly as I possibly could.
"Don't make me wait," she begged.
Part of me wanted to tease her more, but I obeyed, hooking my fingers over her g-spot and pressing down with quick, heavy motions.
"Oh, oh yes!" Lila screamed, and as she came, she ejaculated everywhere. I was pleasantly surprised. I proceeded to lap up the juice she had squirted onto the counter; I drank her in, swallowing the most exquisite concoction I had ever tasted.
My persistent erection reminded me that I was still dressed, so finally I stripped down. I wasn't quite tall enough to actually penetrate her on the counter, so I lifted Lila up and carried her across the room, draping her across a table. I plunged into her with such force that I almost came on the spot. Fortunately, my body didn't quite release; I continued to thrust slowly, so as not to lose myself too soon.
"Faster," Lila commanded, and her voice was on the verge of screaming in orgasm. I had no choice but to speed up, even if it meant coming quickly. I reached down and began to rub her clit again; she reached up in order to play with my nipples.
"Yes!" Lila shrieked. "Oh god, yes! Keep going!" Her cunt tightened around my cock even more, and the involuntary spasm sent me over the edge. I blew my load into her, screaming the entire time. Spent, I collapsed forward on top of her, until my legs stopped shaking.
Lila relaxed on the shop's overstuffed couch while I cleaned up the mess we made. We walked out together, stopping at my car.
"So what happens now?" I asked. I had spent the past several weeks so obsessed with fucking her that I had not considered what would happen when we finally fulfilled our desires.
"I'd like to keep fucking you. Does that work?"
"That sounds perfect."
"How about you come over to my place after the shop closes on Friday? My bed is a little more comfortable than the counter or the table."
"It's a date."
I returned home, exhausted from the combination of travel and sex. For the first time in weeks, I didn't need to masturbate. I simply fell asleep.
Originally published May 2010