“The usual, Ms Morika?” I asked with my ‘work’ smile. As a 20-year-old, broke undergraduate student, working in the food and beverage industry allowed me to barely scrape by my living expenses. A student by day, a café waiter by night. The café I worked at is a small one. Coffee, tea and some small bites enough to calm a growling stomach. In the past 3 months I’ve been working here, there has been one regular customer that always drops by after work. Her order is always the same. A cup of peppermint tea and a salad with chicken cubes. If she’s feeling a little indulgent, she might add a chocolate cupcake.
The Japanese lady smiled courteously as she replied, “Yes, please.” Nodding my head, I went to prepare her meal. From the counter, I occasionally stole a glance at her. Always dressed in an office attire, she wore minimal makeup and her black hair tied into a ponytail with her fringe brushed behind her ear. However, she is not some supermodel beauty. Heads don’t turn and stare wherever she walks. But to me, she is like the blooming flower by the roadside that nobody notices. Returning with her meal, I set it down on her table and wished her to enjoy her meal.
Picking up her cup, she took a whiff of the peppermint scent before sipping. Her shoulders relaxed as she sets down her cup. “You know, I like the way you make this tea. You should teach me one day!” I blinked as her compliment caught me off guard. Was it a flirt? Although our conversation was friendly in the past 3 months since I started working, it was limited to simple greetings.
“Really? I don’t think I did anything special.” I laughed nervously but a warmth in my chest grows. Suddenly, someone called out my name. Turning around, it turns out it was my co-worker. He was busy at the cashier and he jerked his chin at a customer looking for someone to take his order.
“You should get back to work,” Ms Morika giggled, “Pass me your phone number at the cashier later.”
Work resumed as I went about taking orders, preparing and serving the meals. Finally, it’s time to go as Ms Morika approached the cashier. My co-worker was already there and I quickly darted next to him and offered myself to take the cashier. Thankfully, he took it as an act of goodwill and stepped aside. As Ms Morika prepared her money, I quickly scribbled my number on a napkin. Handing her change back, I passed the napkin as well. She seemed surprised as she received the napkin. Bidding each other goodbyes, I suddenly felt stupid. Was I being awkward? Is the napkin too cliché? What if all of that was just casual talk to her? Am I thinking too much?
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Seated in the large lecture hall, I was busily taking notes when I felt my phone vibrate. The screen flicked on and a message notification. It was from a number that I don’t recognise. Opening the message, my heart raced a little as I read it. It was from Ms Morika. She’s asking when I’m available to teach her how to brew peppermint tea. Immediately, I texted my boss to request the earliest off-day I could take. During the entire lecture, I paid zero attention as I was texting away between Ms Morika and my boss as I arranged a suitable date and time.
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Today is the day. I stood at the university’s driveway as I waited for Ms Morika to come. Holding a paper bag, I bought a box the same brand of peppermint tea sachets that the café uses and some extra chocolate cupcakes to thank her. My phone vibrated and the message from Ms Morika said that she is arriving soon. Popping into view, a slick silver Mercedes smoothly glides across the road before stopping in front of me. The window rolled down and the smiling face of Ms Morika appeared.
“Ms Morika?” My jaw dropped as she replied with a simple “Hop in!”.
After a short ride, we reached Ms Morika’s house. It was an apartment right at the top floor. Leaving my shoes outside, I stepped in and was surprised. Everything was neatly arranged and the tall windows with the magnificent view seemed to make her house even bigger. Leading me to the kitchen, she clapped her hands and seemed excited learn. A cozy sensation calmed my nerves. It almost felt as if I am at home. Setting the paper bag on the counter I begin to show her how to brew a cup of peppermint tea.
Ms Morika was a quick learner. The first step in making tea is to boil water. The trick is to not overboil it. Boil it just to the point where the bubbles start to roll. Pour the water into the cup with the leaves inside and cover it. Next is to wait and allow the flavour to be extracted from the leaves. If possible, cover the cup with thick cloth to allow as much heat to stay within the cup. 5 minutes later, the tea is ready.
Seated at the dining table, we chatted as we sipped our tea and shared the cupcakes that I brought. She was really surprised and embarrassed as she did not prepare anything in return. Hours flew by and the sun was beginning to set. The view from her window was amazing as we silently watched the reddening sky. Moments past by and she broke the silence first. “Thank you. Work has been very stressful and drinking your tea after work always felt like a blessing.”
“Don’t mention it. It’s my job after all.” My dense brain could not register as I thought our chitchatting is still ongoing.
“You like me, don’t you?” Her response was like an arrow hitting the bull’s eye. Caught completely off guard, I tried to deny it at first. Excuses quickly fell out of my mouth but her eyes stayed locked onto me. She got me. A little smirk curled the corner of her mouth. “Boys like you are so easy to read,” she chuckled and stood up from her chair. Dressed in an oversized t-shirt and running shorts, she looked like a teenage girl. Nothing like her age which I just learnt that she is turning 30. “Just this once, okay? It has been a long time so I’m a little rusty.”
One thing led to another and we agreed that what ever happens next is just a one-time thing and it stays within the four walls. My fingers gripped the legs of the chair as my thighs and calves tightened. Ms Morika’s black hair bounces between my legs as she expertly took the entirety of my pride into her mouth. It was warmth and wetness inside was unexpectedly pleasurable and I was approaching my limit.
“Ms… Ms Morika…!” Like the explosive burst of a balloon, I reached down to hold the back of Ms Morika’s head and pulled tightly into my crotch. Balling myself around her head, I buried my face into her hair as I breathed heavily into her scent. An uncontrollable pulsating sensation rocked my penis as it comes in waves. I groaned audibly into her hair as the pulsing waves calmed down. Relaxing my hold around her, Ms Morika carefully pulled back and left a bubbly mess around my penis. Coughing and sniffing, I immediately apologised as I quickly pushed away my chair and knelt down to get a closer look.
“I’m not young anymore! You got to be careful around me,” she scolded with a teasing grin as she wiped the tears away from her eyes. Her face was flushed red as she slipped off her hairband to let her hair down. “It’s your turn now.” Seated comfortably in the chair where I was just moments before, Ms Morika slipped off her shorts and propped her feet up on her seat, forming a V shape. In my kneeling position, Ms Morika’s crotch was at eye-level and I could not help but stare.
Unknowingly, I was leaning closer towards her, like an attracted magnet. Just a single layer of fabric separated between Ms Morika’s sex and me. The strong and distinctive scent of her sex filled my nostrils but it was not repulsive at all. A cloud of heat buffeted my face. My inexperienced self could do anything but simply stare. A finger reached down and hooked the corner of the panties and slowly peeled the fabric to a side. Right before me, a real and completely exposed vagina. The skin tone around was about 2 shades darker and dotted with prickles of pubic hair. “Sorry I didn’t have the time to shave,” her voice sounded very embarrassed.
“No, no, no. I don’t mind it!” I quickly rebutted, “I think it’s very pretty!” A smile from Ms Morika grows on her face as she pointed at her vagina. Slowly, she went over the parts and where are the other sensitive spots around the body. Like a teacher, she held my hand as she guided me through. Caressing parts of her, her body was very responsive as she whimpers and moans whenever I hit the right spot. After some time went by, the sun has set and the sexual tensions was high. Ms Morika was left in extreme heat as she wriggled about in her chair. Tugging at her clothes, she was like animal begging for to be released. And me? I don’t know how I was able to hold back for so long. Every nerve in my body is telling me to give into my desires.
Our eyes met and an unspoken agreement was made. I dived towards her and our lips locked. Wrapping her arms and legs around me, I grabbed her buttocks and lifted her up from the chair. Turning and placing her on top of the table, I pulled her t-shirt over head and as her loosened bra fell down her arms, I kneaded both her breasts in each hand as our lips locked again. I grinded my hips against hers as she whispered into my ear, “It’s okay. Today is a safe day.” The light is green. What am I waiting for?
Holding my penis, I gently pushed myself in. The pleasure was off the charts as I could not stop the inevitable. An uncontrollable pulsing rocked my pride and I unloaded my payload inside Ms Morika. I hugged her body tightly as I pressed as deeply as I could into her hips. When I finally calmed down, I felt her hands petting my head as she reassured me. “Don’t worry. It’s your first time” Even as she said those words, I could hear the underlining tone of disappointment. She got herself all hot and bothered only for it to end before she could climax. No. The night is still young. I can still go on.
Moving my hips again, I reached down with a hand and gently rolled my thumb around her clitoris. Ms Morika immediately starts moaning as I pumped. Caressing the same spots that she had taught me just some time ago, her body was surprisingly soft to touch. Her skin was silky smooth and her responsiveness seemed all the more seducing. Her moans echoed around the house as she called out my name.
Suddenly, her moans became squealing as her legs locked around me. Her arms wrapped around my chest as she buried her face into my neck. She held on tightly as she lets out a long and soft squeal. Inside her, my penis could feel her inner walls contracting in waves. Almost a minute later, she loosened her grip around me and laid sprawled on the table. “That was… That was very good.”
Not sure what to say, my stupid brain replied with, “Thank you, Ms Morika.” Pulling myself away from her, my penis slides out and thick white cum dribbled out.
“You can just call me Morika,” Pushing herself up from the table, we took the next few moments to catch our breath. Sitting back down on the chair, I could take a really good look of Morika. The white moonlight glow from the windows reflecting off her pearly skin seemed to give her an otherworldly aura around her. A cute little bulge of fat formed around her tummy due to her slouching as she regained her breath. Her breasts, although not huge by any means, sits on an elegant slope down her chest. Watching the flush of red underneath her skin and the mess of her hair that we made, I could not help but feel aroused again. My limping pride swells and stood ready once again.
Noticing my excitement, Morika chuckled and rubbed her forehead. “You can still go again?” she sighed a breath of defeat, “Oh how I missed such youthfulness!” Together, we spent the whole night making love together before falling asleep in each other’s arms.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gxq8vn/a_cup_of_peppermint_tea