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Stepping from the tub, Jennifer bypassed the robe she had worn downstairs entirely. She wrapped one of the manor's soft towels around her midsection instead, forming a tight little tube of a "dress" that barely hid her nipples at the highest point, and fell only just past the crinkled folds of her sex at the lowest. The rectangular cloth hid the curve of her waist, unfortunately, which meant she lost her enticing hourglass figure...but she wasn't planning on wearing the towel for long anyway.

With a mischievous grin, Jennifer shook her wet red hair out and tossed it down her back, loose and dripping. Her breasts bounced with the motion, and she had to adjust the fit of the towel to keep it from sliding off her soft swells. A glass clinked down the hall as she fiddled -- Jack was still in the small living room, then, seated with a book and a bit of brandy where she had left him. Jennifer chuckled in satisfaction.

Nudging the bathroom door open, the redhead padded down the hall on bare feet, shivering a little at the cold that seeped through the wood. She strolled into the common room as if she had expected to find it empty. Her eyes widened in mock surprise as Jack looked up to see her in nothing but her towel...and then she kicked a toe under the edge of the rug, pitching toward him with devastating accuracy (and with a dainty cry of dismay for his benefit).

Jack rose to the challenge with all the muscular grace Jennifer had hoped for. Brandy snifter still in one hand, he came up off his couch in a fighter's lunge. The crook of his arm intersected Jennifer right around her midsection, breaking her fall and pulling her bosom snugly up against his chest. She gasped and squirmed as they met, undoing the halfhearted knot she'd placed in her towel with a wiggle of her shoulders; it slumped at once, held in place only by the pressure of their bodies against one another. Jennifer looked up through her lashes with a warm, grateful smile.

"Oh!" she breathed, making her voice far more fluttery than it needed to be. "I am so sorry, Jack. I thought you'd gone upstairs. When I saw you sitting there, I missed a step and fell. Whatever would I have done without you?"

The gleam in Jack's eye told her that he believed her innocent protestations exactly as much as she did -- and enjoyed them just as much, as well. When Mary had been younger, Jennifer had behaved herself for the girl's sake (although she was a good six years older and quite a bit more years beyond that in terms of worldly knowledge), but she'd always
thought
she'd caught Jack sneaking appraising glances. Finally coming into her opportunity to seduce him, she was pleased to find him every bit as willing to be seduced as she'd imagined.

"You wouldn't have fallen, for one thing," Jack said smoothl
y. His eyes flicked down, and his eyebrows up, and Jennifer stifled a grin as the nobleman shifted against her, clearly transfixed by the tantalizing valley of her cleavage as it threatened to bounce free of the towel altogether. "You're all right, I hope?" he asked.

"Oh yes," Jennifer said. She laid a hand on Jack's chest, flattening the palm and brushing his bare collarbone with her fingertips. Dressed down for the evening, the dark-haired man wore only a pair of linen sailor's trousers and a loose shirt with a rather wide vee at the front. Jennifer pressed herself eagerly in close, parting her legs just wide enough to let Jack's crotch nestle up against hers. She could feel a distinctive bulge through the linen trousers.

Jack cleared his throat and looked away for a moment, clearly embarrassed despite his reputation. Jennifer did her best to work up a pretty blush of her own, though her inward glee was entirely shameless. She squirmed, knowing how pleasant her breasts felt when they squished up invitingly against a man's chest.

"Forgive me," she murmured, tracing the curve of his neck with a fingertip.
"It was so thoughtless of me to leave my robe in the bathroom. I've become used to it being just us girls, around here." Her other had ran along Jack's ribs, down toward the plane of his hips. She gripped him gently and pulled his crotch tight against hers. The hem of her towel draped over his bulge, letting the linen trousers brush her inner thighs directly.

"I've forgotten how to behave with a
man
around," she whispered, twining the curls at the back of his neck around a finger. She could feel his chest rising and falling rapidly. Her bosom shifted with each panting breath, and she hid a smile by nuzzling up against his neck. "You must think I'm perfectly dreadful. Just a common girl with no class at all. Your sister is ever so kind to me, but I know I'm nothing like as good as your family expects."

Jack's eyebrows rose again, and he looked back down at her. His embarrassment seemed to subside, replaced by amusement -- though the bulge, she was pleased to notice, was doing anything but subsiding!

"I think," he said, switching his grip slightly and bending forward over her, so that she tilted back like a heroine on stage, "that you're every bit as good as I expected, Jennifer. And I think you know just what I'm expecting now, too." He grinned, gripped her tighter, and thrust with his hips, nudging the cloth-covered dome of his cock right up against her cunt. Jennifer shivered eagerly. She had quite deliberately teased herself
almost
to the point of release in her bath, leaving her body eager for the chase, and her crotch throbbed with delicious desire.

"Why, handsome Jack," she said, almost purring in her eagerness. She breathed in the smell of his skin, and the faint musk of her needy slit. "Whatever could you mean? You're far too clever for me, especially when I'm not used to being held by someone so noble. And so handsome." Leaning in, she brushed a kiss against his neck, feather-light, and was rewarded with an eager tremble in his arms. "You must think me dreadfully forward," she whispered, craning her neck upward so that her breath blew across his earlobe, "but I'm glad I tripped. You're so very noble, I feel quite comfortable around you. Why, I would even feel safe if I were...
naked.
"

Jennifer gave a rolling shrug of her shoulders as she spoke, and she pulled her bosom back just far enough to let the towel slip from her body entirely. Looking up, she met Jack's eyes, and she batted her eyelashes innocently as his gaze shot down the front of her naked form.

"Miss Cooney," Jack said, chuckling and setting his brandy snifter down carefully, "you're a minx."

Then he grabbed her and kissed her, pulling her head up to meet his with one hand while the other slipped down to grope her bottom eagerly. As their tongues intertwined and her legs parted, Jennifer had to wonder what the actual, proper noble response to someone like her would be. Was it polite to accept such an obvious offer, on the theory that spurning it would be a slight to the lady's attractiveness? Or was a nobleman supposed to resist all such temptations? (In which case Jack was being a very bad boy, as it was his tongue slipping past her lips and not the other way around.) Jennifer didn't actually care much, but it would be fun to ask Mary later, preferably at an awkward moment.

Setting the question of etiquette firmly aside, Jennifer focused her attention on kissing. Jack was proving wonderfully responsive, with his raging erection pressed right up against her naked snatch, and she gripped his curly hair with both hands and pulled his lips against hers so hard their teeth clicked. Both of them giggled. Jennifer slackened her hold slightly and they came up for a mutual gasp of air. Eyes locked on his, Jennifer flicked the tip of her tongue playfully over his lips, snuck a hand down to brace against his chest, and pushed herself away slightly, tilting her bosom upward and peering through her lashes as Jack's gaze -- inevitably -- dropped to watch the rising swells.

"Such a gentleman," she cooed, "putting up with my antics. No wonder we still have a hereditary nobility!" Grinning, she released him and began to lower herself to her knees, taking her time about it and grinding herself against him like an exotic dancer as she worked her naked body down his clothed one.

"Speaking of which," Jennifer asked in a conversational tone, "you haven't acquired an Honorable Lady Smythe since we last met, have you? I would hate to have anyone mind if I did
this.
" As she spoke, she cupped a hand up sharply between Jack's legs, eliciting a gasp of surprise and a tiny flinch of (understandable) fear before his brain caught up with instinct and reassured him that the naked, kneeling woman was only
stroking
his balls, not attacking them. Jennifer gave a knowing grin as she squeezed gently, feeling the firmness of the twin orbs press against her palm.

Jack's jaw worked for a moment before he found his words: "Ah -- no," he said breathlessly, "no, I have not. Are you sure you should -- " He broke off, rising onto his tiptoes and gasping as she squeezed more firmly with one hand and brought the other up to unlace his loose breeches. With a few quick pulls, Jennifer had the sailor's trousers down around Jack's knees, revealing nothing
underneath but a long, slender, and almost painfully erect penis.

"Mmm," Jennifer said, trailing a finger up the length of flesh from the veiny ball-sack to the ring of foreskin around his crown, "sure I should do this, you mean?" She bent her head and kissed him on the tip of his prick, tonguing lightly at the dark slit and slurping with her lips.

A shudder ran through Jack's body and up along his cock to Jennifer's lips; she grinned wetly and let the plush rises slip just a tiny bit wider to engulf the top of his glans. Her hand wrapped expertly around his shaft, the other still cradling his balls, and she gave a gentle thumb-and-forefinger tug to pull his foreskin back.

Jennifer was pleased (though not surprised) to find Jack clean beneath his sheath, with only a faint and charmingly masculine musk and a sweet little trickle of pre-cum joining the taste of his kisses on her tongue as she began to stroke his shaft. She lapped slowly around the prickhead, tracing its sensitive underside with the tip of her tongue and peering up through her long eyelashes to enjoy his reaction.

Swaying slightly, Jack steadied himself by resting a hand atop Jennifer's vivid curls. He did not shove down, as some men were wont to do, but he did grip her with a flattering intensity, and Jennifer expressed her appreciation with a long, low moan that vibrated her lips against his cock. Jack grinned down at her.

"That's good," he praised her. "You know what you're doing. You always were a naughty little minx, weren't you? A shameless flirt even when you were younger. I can't believe it's taken me all these years to finally get you on your knees..."

Jennifer had to stifle a giggle before it turned into a full-on, self-satisfied chortle. She smiled sweetly up at him for a heartbeat, then parted her lips and ducked her head forward, swallowing the bulge of his glans with a wet
pop!
Her hand worked his shaft as she started to bob up and down, letting the sensitive dome slip in and out of the tight seal formed by her lips. His taste filled her mouth, and the wickedness of sucking a baron's heir off in his own living room filled her mind, making her close her eyes and moan in erotic bliss.

The cock swelled in her mouth, and Jack let out a shuddering groan, warning Jennifer that she didn't have long to show off for him. She slid her hand all the way to the base of his cock and gripped it in a firm ring -- and then she pushed her lips down to meet her fingers, thrusting the long shaft past the warm cavern of her mouth and into her unresisting throat in a single, smooth swallow. She felt her throat bulge, and squeezed down hard with her lips, savoring the feel of Jack's cock completely engulfed in her body as he moaned above her.

Jennifer drew back with teasing slowness, letting Jack feel her lips sliding all the way back up his cock. She licked at his piss-slit; tasted sugary pre-cum. Thrusting down again, she edged him along, bringing him almost to the verge of climax with her hard, swift plunges down his cock and then denying him release by dragging her way slowly back up it.

"
Ah, Christ!" Jack gasped. "Ah, God, Jennifer, don't stop. I'm going to...going to..." He broke off and shuddered, his cock twitching, and Jennifer drew her lips back until only the oozing crown lay inside her mouth. Her hand gripped him tightly, and she started stroking, jerking him off with firm, rapid tugs.

"Going to cum?" she panted, parting her lips and letting his cock slap against her tongue. She licked at the underside of his crown, almost drooling in her
eagerness to help him off. "Oh God, yes, that's right. Give it to me, Jack. Cum on my face. I want your load all over me. Drench me in it. Make me feel sexy!"

For the first time, Jennifer dropped her hand from Jack's balls and thrust it between her own legs. She ground a palm against her eager pussy and shuddered with desire. His cock was a throbbing rod in her hand, the skin pulled taut, and she wanked it furiously, determined to make him spurt for her.

With a cry, Jack hunched forward, and Jennifer felt the prick tense in her hand. She threw her head back, closed her eyes, and turned her face upward -- and moments later, he erupted, spurting a long, gooey line of spunk out over her lips and into her open mouth. The hot trail blazed across her skin, making her moan in lewd pleasure even as a second spurt splashed her cheek, followed by yet another that squirted straight down her throat.

For a long, gasping moment, Jack bucked and shuddered in Jennifer's hands, painting her face with rope after rope of cum. The salty taste of it filled her mouth; the smell filled her nose. She could feel a long string draped over one eyelash, and she squeezed the eye shut tight to keep it from stinging. Her breasts heaved up and down as she panted for breath, wet and sticky and triumphant.