The scent of lemon filled the air. The groves were in full bloom. Susan loved this time of year more than any other. The scent of lemon, the flower or the fruit, always made her feel erotic.

Enjoying the scents, though, was not the same as enjoying the tingling flesh of another – a man to share her wanton joy. Over a year had passed since her husband had been killed in an accident, and for a while, she had coped, but now the groves were in bloom, and she was having a difficult time. Walking through the grove now, her cunt became very moist, getting wetter with each step.

She remembered how she and her husband would sneak away from the house in the evening, carrying a blanket, and beneath the lemon trees, undress and clutch each other. He had enjoyed the lemon scent as much as she and his cock would rage with hardness on those unforgettable evenings, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm. But now she no longer had him, had no one to share her desires with.

She paused near a tree, poking her nose into a blossom and inhaling deeply. Why the scent of lemon did these wonderful things to her body, she didn't know, and she didn't care to find out why. She simply wanted to enjoy it. The strong scent in her nose sent a wild, lurching sensation to her pussy, creating a throbbing hardness in her clit, almost as if she were on the brink of orgasm. Moaning softly at the delicious feeling, she stood smelling the blossom, fondling her tits through the open neck of her skirt. She felt her nipples strain with bursting hardness.

Feeling wonderfully wicked, she opened the shirt to let the sun kiss the creamy softness of her firm, shapely tits. Her nipples perked upward, tilted with tingling hardness. She started rubbing her fingers lightly along the seam of her tight, ragged old shorts.