High above Kyoto, Matsuo Haritika’s estate sprawled like a living sculpture. Bonsai twisted in eternal poise, heirs to samurai gold. Air hummed with pine and earth. I arrived as intern, fresh from high school. Short pleated skirt. Blouse buttons loose. Heart raced under his gaze.
He strode in silk kimono, fabric whispering against powerful thighs. Veins bulged on hands that shaped centuries-old trees. ‘Hot today?’ His voice gravel, vibrating my core. I knelt pruning a dwarf maple. Skirt rode up. No panties some days. Provocation veiled in courtesy.
The Privilege
Lessons blurred botany and flesh. His touch corrected branches, grazed skin. Tension built. One afternoon: ‘Other studies, Mikyo?’ He led me inside. Futon soft as clouds. Kimono unraveled. First naked man. Cock erect, thick root, head glistening. Eyes wide. He spoke plainly. Caresses. Sucking. Fucking. Ass. Pleasure’s map drawn in calm tones.
Fingers slipped under skirt. Cotton panties soaked fast. Clit throbbed under circles. Pressure built. Tongue dove in. World exploded. First orgasm ripped screams. Body arched. Tears streamed. Pussy clenched empty air.
Silk sheets cooled sweat. Ginger tea steamed later, spicy on tongue. Garden view: red maple canopy, light filtering gold. Under it, no panties. Fingers obeyed. Thumb on clit. Index plunged wet folds. Moans echoed birdsong. Hips bucked. ‘Oh yes, so good.’ Climax shook cushions.
The Excess
He rose. Kimono hiked. Cock laid on lacquered table, cool wood kissing balls. ‘Straddle. Rub.’ Legs spread. Lips parted over shaft. Slick juices coated length. Grind slow, then frenzy. Clit dragged steel. Near slip inside virgin hole. His hips bucked. Cum jetted hot between bellies. Skin glued in bliss. Harmony with garden’s breath.
Weeks of mouth on cock. Seed swallowed, rhythm perfect. Patient master. Never breached hymen. Elite restraint in excess.
Father discovered. Last visit. ‘No initiation. Apocalypse nears. New world dawns.’ Kissed goodbye. Secret sealed in bonsai shadows. Years later, storm-tossed cabin, confessed to husband. His cock hardened in my grip. Past fueled our frantic fuck. But that garden? Pure privilege of power’s hidden lust.
