[Episode 106791] [Episode 106791]
Meanwhile another game was starting at a small but very exclusive tea hall.
Wearing the simple yukata that had been laid out for him in the changing room, the General strode into the tea hall. He smiled appreciatively as the Japanese women in an elegantly ornate kimono bowed to him saying,”You do honor to this humble hall with your presence.”
Returning the bow he murmured, “On the contrary Lady Norite the honor is all mine.”
Her rouged lips quirked upward on the face he could see was naturally beautiful even under the layer of white make up. “But you have requested I teach you Japanese tea ceremony even though your own country has an unbroken history of tea rituals even older than that of Japan. Your own writing shows that they draw upon a different source than the Zen Buddhism that led to our own.”
A glow of gratitude passed through the general at her acknowledgment of both his country’s long civilization and his own work in documenting it. While he had used his military career to break his family’s long tradition of genteel poverty he was proud of maintaining their even longer tradition of aristocratic scholarship.
“Why yes, although Buddhism did have an influence due to contact with Chinese traders. But the basic underlying form can be traced to the Bedouin hospitality of Moslem Arabs who . . .”
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“. . . and after you have whipped the tea to a nice froth you set the whisk aside. You turn the cup half way around so that the side that was toward you is now away. Then bowing you place the cup down in front of your guest.”
The collar of her kimono was at the middle of her shoulder rather than against her neck. With her hands holding the cup instead of pressed against her stomach as when she greeted him on arrival, Lady Norite’s bow exposed a tantalizing glimpse of a very nicely formed cleavage.
Then she scooted around to kneel at his left side. “As the guest you bow and pick up the cup.” When he did she placed her right arm around his back, her delicate hands cupping his that were holding the cup. “You slowly turn the cup through a full circle, admiring it as you do.”
He could feel her breast pressing against his side. Glancing over he could see almost all of her other breast as her kimono gaped forward. “Very pretty. Part of a matched set?”
“Why yes, how could you tell?”
“The aesthetic curve, the exquisite smoothness, the perfect size.”
“My what a fine eye you have!”
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“Because the ceremonial tea is rather bitter it is customary for the host or hostess to offer a sweet afterwards.”
“That’s very kind of you, Lady Norite,” said the General. Then he swept her into an embrace with a deep passionate kiss. She briefly froze then began running her hands over his back while her tongue wrestled with his. The muffled sounds seemed loud in the confines of the spartan tea hall. Finally they broke apart with a gasp.
“The hostess’s sweet is very tasty.”
“You’re so aggressive, General. No wonder they call you the Tiger. Did they teach you that in the army?”
“Of course! They also taught me to always take the high ground!” He slipped her kimono off her shoulders and fondled and nuzzled her bare breasts. They were a good size for her frame, with a pale smooth complexion. Just a hint of matronly sag, and matronly wrinkles in the large aureole. The latter was hard to see though, as they and the nipples were fully erect.
As the General explored the slopes and peaks of the mountain scenery Lady Norite sighed and cooed, combing his hair with her fingers. And when he pulled back he found that her other hand had been undoing the knots on her obi. They lay on the floor next to her, and her kimonos pooled under her. She was clad only in her elaborate hair style and pins, white doe skin tabi and a fundoshi loin cloth that looked like a white string bikini. A white growing transparent with a spreading dampness.
“I must be doing something right! Might I partake of a little honey?”
“Certainly! Although I too seem to be doing something right,” she said with a twinkle as she reached out to touch the tent in the front of his yukata. “Might I in turn partake of some cream?”
The General’s reply was to undo the sash of his robe and, laying on his back, take off his boxers. Other than a small pot belly he was toned and muscular, a very fit man for his age. And while his member wasn’t a giant, neither did he have any reason to be embarrassed. Lady Norite didn’t think so at any rate as she quickly crawled over him with her knees on either side of his head. Resting her breasts on his stomach, she gently kneaded his testicles while she alternately licked and sucked his penis, occasionally rolling her tongue through the groove around the base of the head.
Meanwhile the General had untied the fundoshi, exposing moist coral lips and an untrimmed but neat triangle of coarse fur. Grasping Lady Norite’s firm buttocks and raised his head. First he took a deep breath of the delightful odor, then began to lick while gently massaging the cheeks under his hands.
As the General’s efforts increased Lady Norite’s arousal, she worked harder on him. As his arousal increased he worked harder on her. In an ever raising spiral they tried to drive each other to climax. The Generals tongue went deeper and harder. Lady Norite’s head bobbed faster and faster. In the end she peaked first, pouring the honey he desired into his waiting mouth. But the peak caused her to suck especially hard and he filled her mouth with sticky semen.
The lay there catching their breaths, and then the General rolled her onto her back. As he positioned himself between her legs he said, “Time for the main event.”
“I quite agree,” she replied with eager eyes.
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After what seemed like hours of pleasure later, the General lay flat on his back.
“I haven’t had that kind of energy in years.”
“My special ceremonial tea blend is rather . . . invigorating.”
“I can attest to that! But it’s worn off now, I can’t move a muscle.”
“Really? This muscle still seems ready.”
“True, but I can’t move it.”
“Then I shall do the moving. Let me show you why my name means ‘Lady Rider’.”
With that Lady Norite straddled the General. He looked up with warmth at the experienced yet youthful woman, her slender body glistening with the juices of their many couplings, as she slowly lowered herself onto him, his shaft once again plunging her depths. When their pubic hair mingled, she slowly leaned forward till her weight was on her hands on either side of his chest. Her face was only six inches from his, and her wonderful breasts dangling above his own chest began to sway as she rocked back and forth. Then she began to speak.
“They say the Tiger has become old and slow. Yet how many times have you taken me today?”
She began to rock faster.
“What younger man would be able to match that performance?”
Now there was a slapping noise as their sexes joined and separated.
“They say the fire has gone out, yet I can feel a mighty fire there!”
To his amazement the body he thought unable to move began to thrust back. The slapping became louder and faster as warmth flowed into his body.
“They say the Tiger has forgotten how to roar, yet I know they are wrong! Roar for me, Tiger, roar!
And he roared, as he crushed her body to his. He could feel himself shoot his seed into her again in the best orgasm of the day, and he could feel her clenching around him in her own orgasm as she cried out in chorus with him.
As he held her in his arms she touched his face and whispered, “The Tiger isn’t so old. He has many roars left.”
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The unobtrusive man in the slightly old fashioned suit stood at the door of the tea hall watching as the General strode away, a representative from the foreign ministry struggling to keep up. The man almost seemed to be glowing as snatches of what he said wafted back.
“. . . And if that upstart thinks he can fund attacks on the government by raiding the shipping of your country and others, I’ll soon teach him a lesson! Why he’ll be so . . .”
The functionary turned back to the tea hall as the door opened and bowed to the lady as she stepped out.
“The Imperial Household Agency thanks you for your services, milady. The foreign ministry was sure the General would have no difficulty dealing with the pirate insurgents raiding Japanese shipping, especially with the communication and surveillance equipment we’re discreetly supplying, except that he had lost his confidence. You have clearly helped him regain it.”
The lady returned they bow. With her face scrubbed clear of make up, and other things, her hair in a simple bun, and wearing a much plainer though still high quality kimono she looked like a completely different person.
“There is no need to thank me. Serving the will of the Emperor and the needs of the nation is both a duty and a privilege.”
“However when one does their duty so well it behooves to honor them. So once again, on behalf of the Imperial Household Agency and in the Emperor’s on voice, I thank you Lady Nodo-, er, I mean ‘Lady Norite’. Any reward you desire is yours.”
As she picked up her long, cloth wrapped bundle in order to begin the journey back to her tidy little home she smiled.
“My job is reward enough. In fact I’d really be happy if you had another job or three for me to do soon”