Duchess Morehead - The lady was no lady

That night her husband left, leaving her at the bar alone. She was so embarrassed that she quickly muttered some apologies and fled the bar.

She arrived back at Langston Manor and was later notified that Lord Langston had departed this world by the expedient method of wrapping his Bentley around a hundred-year-old oak.

That was almost a year ago. Now, Lady Langston, Jennifer, was learning to be happy with her station as dowager Lady Langston, the merry widow – rich widow to be sure. The Langston Estates were valuable and encompassed the nearby village of Langston. Jennifer would not want for lack of funds. This was a great comfort to her and almost assured the future of Lady Langston as a prominent socialite – but Jennifer had plans of her own.

She had stopped playing her little exposure games for a while, but the urge returned as great as ever. That was when she realized her young neighbor, the son of a wealthy banker, was looking at her with more interest than was normal. She had never exposed herself much to him, but the desire was there. They had met socially a few times, but lately he had started spending more time at Langston Manor, as a friendly neighbor might be prone to do when a beautiful widow lived next door.

Which brings us back to the campfire.

Now, leaning from her waist over the stacked logs, she knew her neighbor was staring at her ass. Glad she had worn the skin-tight designer jeans, she felt the seam of her pants draw tight against her cunt and clitoris. Finally she had the fire started, and straightened up to face Thomas.

"How's that, Thomas?" she asked, her voice throaty.

"Perfect, Jennifer," he replied, his eyes fixed upon the way her tits strained against the thin cotton shirt she wore. "Just perfect."

Her neighbor wore cut-off jeans, cut very high. She swallowed when she saw the very tip of her neighbor's cock showing through the frayed crotch.

"You are talking about the fire, aren't you, Thomas?" she asked, licking her lips.

"Well… sure, what else would I be talking about, Jennifer?"

"I thought you meant…" She swallowed again, allowing her gaze to remain on the tip of his cock, meaningfully. "Well, I thought you meant something else was perfect."

She turned from him and began the evening meal. "How long will your wife be away? Where did you say she had gone?"

"She is spending some time with her mother, she's very ill," Thomas said. "I don't expect her back for several days."

They were cooking out in a nice, clean place, hidden by tall trees, with a small patch of soft, green grass. It was their first outing together since the night her husband had died.

Jennifer busied herself, and felt her neighbor's eyes following her. She was nervous, but not with guilt. Her neighbor was old enough to make up his own mind as to having an affair or not. He was old enough to see that there was something between himself and Jennifer… something electric.

Thomas sat at the entrance of the small, three-person tent, his ankle crossed over, his knee, watching Jennifer, watching her body.

Jennifer was tall, with slenderness that was attractive, not at all skinny. Her tits were full and widely spaced, with lovely long nipples of a light-brown color. They were firm and tight, and very sensitive. Her waist was small, with rounded hips and tantalizingly long, satiny thighs. She had dark-brown hair, with coppery highlights. She was lovely, and would have made a most attractive model.

There were a few hours left before darkness, and Jennifer prepared their meal. Her tits swelled with her neighbor watching her, her nipples pressing at the thin shirt. She glanced at her neighbor frequently, watching the tip of his cock, wondering when his prick would become hard and slither out of his shorts.

"I wonder where the restrooms are?" Thomas asked. "I didn't see any as we came up, did you, Jennifer?"

"I don't think there are any out here, Thomas," she answered. "This is real wilderness, you know. I guess we just use the bushes."

"That's kind of open, isn't it?"

Jennifer looked up at him. "I guess we just have to make do, then, don't we?" she asked, her voice very low. "Do you have to go now?"

"Pretty bad. All this beer, you know," he said.

"Use those bushes," Jennifer replied, pointing to a low bush about ten feet away. "I don't think there's anyone around to see you."

"You are, Jennifer," he reminded her.

"And, of course, you're shy." She smiled at him.

"Well…"

"Go on, Thomas. I won't look."

Thomas stood up, and her eyes burned at the front of his shorts. She was disappointed not to see his cock. Somehow she had thought his prick would stick out when he stood up.

"I don't really care if you look, Jennifer," Thomas said, his eyes following her fingers.

"You don't?"

"No," he said, and moved toward the bush.

But, to her surprise, he didn't go behind the bush. He stood in front of it, looking straight at her. He opened his pants, and Jennifer stood breathless, watching her neighbor pull his cock out.

"Oh, my!" she whispered, her eyes burning as she watched.

Thomas held his cock at the base, still looking at her. Jennifer moved her fingers downward and cupped her cunt, spreading her thighs slightly, knowing Thomas was watching her.

Jennifer stared at the purple head of her neighbor's prick. She felt her cunt suck inward, felt the wetness seeping at the crotch of her tight jeans. She pressed her hand between her legs, pulling upward on her cunt.

"Aren't you… aren't you going to… you know?"

"No, this is only a trial run. I would never even think of doing anything like that around a lady." Thomas smiled at her and stroked his prick slowly.

Thomas watched Jennifer pressing her hand at her cunt, and tightened his grip on the meaty shaft. He shook his cock, facing her. Then, while keeping his cock turned to where she could always see it, he walked back to where his folding lawn chair was. Thomas sat down again, scooting his ass to the edge of the chair and opening his legs wide. Jennifer wondered if her neighbor wanted her to make the next move. The tension between them was intense, a sexual tension.

Still holding her cunt, Jennifer walked slowly toward the bush. It was her turn to show off a little. Thomas watched her ass, excited by the shape, the swing. Stepping up to the bush, Jennifer turned to face the young man. She looked at him as she opened her tight jeans, snicking the zipper down. She pushed them to her knees. When she had her cunt bare, she felt as if she could have an orgasm without even toughing herself.

She turned this way and that, giving Thomas quick peeks at the dark curls of her pussy before she pulled her jeans back up and adjusted them to a comfortable position before zipping them.

"Looks good, too," Thomas said, then giggled.

Jennifer broke into a laugh. "Then it wasn't the fire you were talking about, huh?"

"No, Lady Langston, it wasn't the fire, it was your… butt," he said. "Your ass is the most sensual shaped posterior I have ever seen in my entire life. It's beauty is separate from any other beauty you possess."

"Oh, you think that's perfect?" she asked, looking Thomas in the eye. "You really think the Lady's ass – my ass – is perfect?"

"Absolutely perfect," he said.

She looked at her neighbor a long time, then asked. "Thomas, what about the rest of my body?"

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I want to know if you think my titties are perfect, too."

"Real perfect." Thomas grinned, and this time Jennifer saw his cock swelling inside his ragged cut-offs.

Jennifer reached out and rubbed the front of his cut-offs outlining his rigid shaft. Her hand squeezed slowly and sensually on the meaty shaft. Her hand had only made a few passes back and forth until she heard Thomas gasp and close his eyes, lifting his hips from the chair. Her hand picked up on the twitching of his cock and then, she could feel the growing wetness as his load soaked through the denim material. She had given Thomas a handjob through his shorts.