Page 46 of Welcome to Ero-TEA-Ca: We’re Open!

Harriet

I t was like someone had plucked one of Harriet’s most sexy dreams right from her head and made it a reality. Cass looked phenomenal. Even though she had zero clue what the hell was going on, Harriet was all for it.

There was an air about her girlfriend that’d started showing itself a few weeks ago, but this display was beyond that.

Cass radiated confidence and sex. Harriet almost choked on her tongue when she got a proper look at Cass in her outfit.

Sure, it was slacks and a shirt, but Cass carried it in a way that left Harriet in no doubt Cass knew she looked fucking hot as hell.

That black lace bra Cass wore would be the death of her.

Upon first arrival, Harriet had been so distracted by the possibility of an emergency, she’d completely missed Cass looking like she did and the way the tearoom had been rearranged. She was most definitely paying attention now.

With the sound of the door lock being flicked, Harriet willed herself to remain still and not spill her tea everywhere. She desperately wanted to know what was going on, but Cass had been quite clear Harriet would have to wait for answers.

A not-so-small part of her worried Cass felt she needed to put on a show because they’d been spending some time apart recently.

The separation had been all Harriet’s doing, but it was for a good reason.

She just couldn’t explain that to Cass until now.

But maybe she’d already caused damage to their relationship if Cass felt she had to do this.

Harriet couldn’t imagine how awkward and hard this must be for her to do. Should she put a stop to it?

“Head back in the room, sweetheart.” Cass’s voice was like honey.

“C-Cass. You don’t have to do this.”

“Shh. No more talking unless it’s explicitly about how you want me to service you.”

“S-service me?” Harriet was a stuttering mess.

“Yes, love.” Cass slinked around the chair, dropping to her knees in front of Harriet. “Mmm, you smell good. My favourite shower gel again? I want to service you. Would you like that?”

Of course, she’d bloody like that. But this was so…out there for Cass. “I would. But—”

“Oh, no. Remember what I just said.”

Harriet nodded dumbly. Heat pooled between her legs. Looking into Cass’s eyes, she was surprised to see her looking…well, not how Harriet thought she would. There was no panic. Not a hint of anxiety. In fact, she actually looked like she was enjoying herself.

“I’ll tell you what. While you mull it over, I’ll start things off.

” What did that mean? Cass stood gracefully and took a step back, then another.

Harriet couldn’t look away. Slowly, Cass brought her fingers to the buttons on her shirt.

One by one, she flicked them open, revealing more of that delicious bra.

“Oh my God,” Harriet mumbled.

Smiling wolfishly, Cass continued until all buttons were undone. Dropping her eyes to Cass’s magnificent cleavage, Harriet fought the urge to stand up and bury her face between her fantastic breasts.

Seemingly reading Harriet’s mind, Cass tutted, “Now, now, Harriet. You’re supposed to be thinking of all the ways I can pleasure you. Are you ready to say them out loud yet?”

If it meant Cass stopped doing what she was doing, then Harriet was keeping her mouth shut! With a bite of her lower lip, Cass shrugged, seemingly happy to continue. The shirt fell from her shoulders and hit the floor.

Trailing her fingers south, Cass hovered over the clasp of her slacks. “Hmm, I’m missing something.”

Harriet was in Wonderland. Wherever this rabbit hole went, she was happy to go along. Watching with rapt attention, a lump formed in her throat. Cass opened the box again and pulled out a small silver bullet vibrator.

“Now, you don’t know this about me, sweetheart, but this little gizmo is one of my favourite things to play with. Shall I show you?” She couldn’t mean? Harriet whimpered as Cass sauntered over to the table in front of her, placing the vibe down before unhooking her trousers.

“Slacks on or off, Harriet. Your choice.”

Miraculously, Harriet still held her cup of tea. Gingerly, she took a small sip, hoping it would clear up the desert feeling currently making itself at home in her mouth and throat. Suitably lubricated, Harriet swallowed. “Off.” Placing the teacup on the floor next to her chair, Harriet waited.

Well, she might as well commit. Cass didn’t look to be stopping anytime soon, and Harriet really wanted to see what was underneath those trousers.

“Off it is.”

With the grace of a feline, Cass slipped off her high heels, unzipped her trousers, and turned around. Looking at Harriet over her shoulder, she bent at the waist, slowly peeling the slacks from her legs.

Gaping at Cass’s thong and therefore, almost bare arse, Harriet had to wonder if she really was dreaming.

Her hands balled into fists on her lap as she continued to watch.

Cass took her time picking up her clothes and neatly folding them.

She knew Harriet would wait for as long as necessary, which turned Harriet on even more.

Hitching herself onto the edge of the table, Cass lifted her legs, placing her feet on two separate chairs. Without breaking eye contact, Cass used those deliciously toned legs to push the chairs to the side, revealing her lace centre to Harriet.

Positively salivating, Harriet watched in earnest as Cass snatched up the vibe. “Ready to tell me what you want yet?”

“Nope.”

Chuckling, Cass brought the vibe to her mouth, letting her tongue coat it in saliva before trailing it down her torso.

“Okay, Harriet. You’ve got until I scream to make up your mind.

” Panting, Harriet nodded. Nothing mattered but this.

Cass twisted the toy, making it vibrate.

Harriet traced every movement as Cass ran it gently over the top of her thong.

Even though the underwear was black, Harriet could see Cass’s excitement soak through the material.

The air was thick with tension and heady moans. Both Cass and Harriet were losing themselves. Harriet watched Cass’s chest rise and fall in quick succession.

“Press harder,” she urged, needing Cass to take it further. To her utter dismay, Cass pulled the vibe away.

“No,” she gasped. “Remember, the only thing I want to hear from you is how you want me to fuck you, Harriet.”

“Sorry. Sorry.” Harriet snapped her mouth shut. Cass arched her brow, daring her to speak. She didn’t. Lesson learned. Satisfied, Cass resumed her play. This time however, she slipped her hand underneath the thong.

Cass dropped her head back, eyes rolling skyward. “Oh, yes.”

Gritting her teeth, Harriet shifted in her seat, trying desperately to relieve some of the ache she was experiencing in her crotch.

She watched in wonder as Cass took herself higher and higher, moaning into the room with no regard to her volume.

She was utterly free and euphoric. With one final jerk of her hand, Cass tumbled over the edge with one long, deep shout to the universe.

“Cassandra…that…”

“Mmm, was very satisfactory. But time’s up. Are you ready?”

Right, she was supposed to be coming up with the best way for Cass to debauch her. In her own teashop. With toys. “That was pretty fantastic, Cass. I’m not sure how to beat it.”

Dropping both feet to the floor, Cass gracefully folded one knee over the other, her hands slightly behind to prop herself up. “If you’re uncomfortable, you can say no. It’s a full sentence, sweetheart.”

“I’m far from uncomfortable.”

“Would you like to stop?”

“No.” Harriet didn’t want this to ever stop.

“Then what do you want? What are your fantasies?”

“I want you to take me on a table with the dildo.” The words fell from her mouth. “And then I want to tie you up as I eat cream from your body.”

Smiling like the cat that got the…well, cream, Cass slinked off the table. She whipped her thong off with such speed and precision, Harriet wasn’t sure it had actually happened until she spied Cass’s neat patch of curls glistening.

“Are you happy to undress or would you like to keep your clothes on? Either way is fine with me. Hitching your skirt over your hips is quite a visual.”

“May I stand?”

“You can do whatever you want.”

If Cass could stand in the middle of Ero-Tea-Ca near naked, Harriet could do the same. And honestly, she was so turned on by the mere thought of what Cass was about to do; her skin was on fire and the clothes weren’t helping.

In a move far less seductive than Cass’s strip tease, Harriet practically ripped off her clothes until she was down to her underwear. “Which table?” she asked.

“Dealer’s choice.”

Harriet couldn’t give a monkey’s backside; she just needed Cass to…

what was it? Service her. And service her now .

Stepping up to the table Cass had just pleasured herself on, Harriet hoisted herself up on the varnished wood, making a mental note to disinfect every square inch of the place once they were finished.

Smoothing her palms on the tabletop, Harriet rested her weight on her arms, letting her legs drop open. No sooner was she situated than Cass stepped forward and pushed apart her legs even further.

“I’ve been very much looking forward to this,” Cass whispered.

Forgoing any protestations when her knickers got ripped in two by Cass’s sheer determination to get her naked, Harriet closed her eyes and waited. “Please, Cass.”

After a few moments with no touching, Harriet thought Cass may have changed her mind. But her worry was for naught. Soft hands settled on her hips. “Sorry, had to get the thing positioned right.”

“T-take your time,” she stuttered, as Cass coated the dildo with her excitement.

With a scoff, Cass brought the tip of the dildo to Harriet’s entrance. “We’ve waited long enough.”

Sweet pressure radiated from Harriet’s inner walls as Cass thrust deep and slow. “Is that good?”