Duchess Morehead
The lady was no lady

CHAPTER ONE
EXPOSED

Jennifer Langston, more commonly known as the Lady Langston of Langston Manor, leaned over the wood, trying to start the camp fire. She leaned from her waist, tight designer jeans stretching on her full, firm buttocks.

Sitting in a folding lawn chair, Thomas stared at her outlined posterior. Almost an open invitation in blue denim, he thought. It brought new meaning to "Rhapsody In Blue". Each movement of the fleshy globes was a musical invitation.

He wasn't doing anything that Lady Langston was unaware of. She knew her neighbor looked at her when he felt he wouldn't be noticed. She didn't mind. She enjoyed being looked at, even by her neighbor who was already married and comfortably settled. It made her feel good to be looked at, admired, desired. She knew this streak of exhibitionism could be dangerous if she wasn't careful, so she was careful. She had exposed herself as a young girl in various ways that seemed accidental.

It was, in fact, how she had met and married her late husband, Lord Langston. But, as is the case many times, he turned out to be a complete wimp – a buffoon.

Oh, he loved her erotic ways in the beginning before they were married. She would tease him by showing a long, creamy thigh, or when they were having a drink in an out-of-the-way club, she would flash her panties at him, always pretending she was unaware of what she showed. Of course, other men had seen too, and her late-husband had been very turned on… until they were married.

Then he stopped her. He had said it was not becoming to a Lady.

And Jennifer hated that.

Something inside her forced her to expose her body, something she couldn't control. So, since he stopped her from openly doing it, she would go out during the day, while he was at work around the estate's grounds, and flash in various ways. She took to going the public plunge, wearing the skimpiest bikini she could find, letting the silky hairs of her cunt show along the crotch. There, she would sit in innocent postures, but always with the tight crotch of her bikini showing, the slit of her juicy cunt outlined and always the dark hair along the edges.

Eventually, this urge to flash got her into trouble. Not trouble to her way of thinking, but to her husband's way of thinking.

And that, indirectly, brought about the car wreck and her husband quickly became her late-husband.

What was ironic was that nothing really happened that should have brought on the incident.

There hadn't been time for anything to happen, but Jennifer was ready for it. She had thought her husband, Lord Langston, was out of town on business, so she dressed in a tight skirt, slitted almost to her hip, and a sweater that molded her shapely tits. She had no other plans but to show herself, innocently, to a few of the patrons when she entered the small, intimate cocktail lounge. At first she felt disappointed because there was only one man sitting at the bar, with a female bartender. But when she climbed onto the stool, allowing her knees to part and show one luscious thigh, the man caught the slight exposure and smiled at her.

When he offered to buy her a drink, she accepted, turning toward him on the stool, crossing her thighs. She chatted with him, minor gossip only, while the female bartender commented now and then. She discovered the man and woman were married, and owned the small lounge. Knowing they were man and wife did not dampen Jennifer's desire to reveal herself. Besides, the woman was on the other side of the bar and couldn't see what Jennifer was doing below the bar's rim.

Jennifer now sat on the high stool with her knees apart, her tight skirt halfway in her lap, talking quietly as the man gazed boldly at her thighs. She glanced often at the front of his pants. She saw his cock swelling along the left side of his pants, and encouraged by that response, she allowed the man to see the crotch of her tight panties by slowly drawing her skirt to her lap, carefully watching the female bartender.

When the man placed his hand on her knee, she encouraged him. She had never allowed this to happen when she flashed herself, but this night she was hot, steaming, very horny.

When the man's wife went off to the back of the lounge, Jennifer shoved her hand to the man's cock, feeling how hard his prick was. She squeezed, moaning softly when he shoved his hand between her thighs and felt her bubbling, wet cunt. She flung her legs apart so he could have a good feel of her pussy. Although she jerked her hand away when the wife came back, the man kept his hand under her skirt.

While Jennifer sat with the man's hand cupping her cunt, she looked nervously at the woman.

"Is it hot and wet, dear?" the woman asked her husband, looking boldly into Jennifer's eyes.

"It's real wet and hot, baby," the man said. "You should have a feel of this pussy for yourself."

"I just might do that," the woman said, her voice husky.

Jennifer trembled as the woman came from behind the bar to stand near her and the man. Jennifer wasn't frightened; she was excited. The man pulled his hand from her pussy, and his wife slipped her palm along Jennifer's thigh. She pulled at Jennifer's leg, and Jennifer opened her knees willingly. The woman ran her palm along Jennifer's crotch, mewling softly.

"Lovely," the woman whispered, pressuring Jennifer's cunt.

The man pulled Jennifer's hand to his hard-on, and Jennifer eagerly grasped his prick, feeling a rippling desire flooding her slender body.

"Take his cock out," the wife said, sliding her fingers into the crotch of Jennifer's panties. "Take his cock out and see what a nice one he has."

Jennifer glanced nervously at the door of the small cocktail lounge.

"Don't worry," the wife said. "It's too early for anyone to come in."

As she spoke, she rubbed at Jennifer's swollen clitoris. Jennifer eagerly opened the man's pants, pulling his huge cock out. She closed her fist around his prick, jacking the man while his wife stood there working a finger into her cunt. Jennifer turned on the stool, opening her thighs wide to the woman, wanting to lean down and suck the man's throbbing cock, but still nervous.

The wife, using both hands, held Jennifer's panties to one side, exposing her hairy cunt, which the man gazed at while Jennifer pumped his cock. When the woman thrust a finger into Jennifer's cunt, fucking in and out, Jennifer moaned and squeezed the woman's husband's cock very hard.

"Easy," the man warned. "You want to make me cum before I can fuck you?"

"Oh, no!" Jennifer sobbed, twisting her ass while the man's wife fucked her finger back and forth.

"You have a lovely cunt," the wife whispered. "Nice, tight, and very juicy. If there's anything I like in my face, other than a hard cock, it's a wet, hairy cunt!"

"You going to eat her?" the man asked his wife. "Let me fuck her first, then you can have my cum juice with all that pussy cream."

"Ohhhh, this is… oh, God!" Jennifer cried hotly.

Her husband, Lord Langston, walked in.

He saw Jennifer sitting on the high stool, leaning against the bar, the woman finger-fucking her while Jennifer clung to the man's cock.

Lord Langston's face reddened. "You fucking bitch!" he spat. "You hot-assed, fucking, cocksucking cunt-whore! You have disgraced the name of Langston for the last time!"

The wife retreated behind the bar while her husband stood up, moving back. "We don't want any trouble in here, man," he said.

Jennifer's husband ignored him, grabbing Jennifer by her arm roughly and jerking her from the stool. "You're just what I thought – a commoner, a fucking whore!"

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.

The images that she conjured up in her mind were enough to send her cunt into the spasms of on orgasm. She felt the hot, sticky juices flooding her crotch and knew the gooey jism was as evident to him as his eruption was to her. They had both gotten of to a satisfying climax with little effort on the part of the partner. It was a highly emotional climax for the two of them.