blue jean lay under the book binding, the mild bed sheets caressing her naked physical structure. She lay, and waited. Her boob ached, her pap begged for attention.Further down, she was as wet as she had ever been. And yet, she did not set aside her hands to move from the bed. Only five more moment. Tonight was a tuesday night, her favourite night. For three years now, Jean would hold back until 3 in the morning, technically, Wednesday, then slip out the aliveness room window, clad only in her natal day suit, and wonder around her village. dungaree had had 3 days to come to terms with her exhibitionism ; she no longer felt ashamed, nor did she palpate particularly uneasy of her parents discovering her. At 18 age old, Jean was mature in every sense of the Scripture ; her fumbling, ungainly teenage eld were mostly behind and she had developed into an exceptional woman. Standing at 5 groundwork 8, Jean was pale in a polish, greek statue kind of way, with perfectly formed C knocker and a satisfying, if modest, behind. Her stomach was toned and smooth ; as blue jean well knew, Moon was her most flattering light.

At high schooling, which Jean had just finished, the male child wanted to go after her but the suspensor didnt - they knew Jean was no slut and would not fall for the speechless football character - and the geeks felt themselves completely inadequate. Those in between, the low, goodness looking guy wire, would occasionally ask her out and be treated to a nice, if distant, appointment. However, Jean never went further. Unknown to these fumbling boys, Jean had a voracious intimate appetite hidden beneath a politic exterior. She was afraid that, if some guy got that far, that this side would be exposed and she would deign into the school slut.

So she kept her distance, and explored her sexuality alone. After years of development, dungaree found that the ultimate thrill lay in exhibitionism, and would let herself to pander in this frisson once a week. Why Tuesday ? Because Tues was her parents'escort night, which meant they would return at 11 pm, fairly drunk, have loud, erotic sex which Jean would listen enviously too, then fall asleep completely dead to the globe. jean waited until 3 am to be certain, and would then hook downstairs, open the windowpane ( no chance of a robbery in her sleepy village, it could be left open ) and wonder around, allowing the sang-froid duck soup to caress her naked physical structure. Once the sexual urge became too much, Jean would turn over in to her primal luxuria, fall to the basis and bring herself to a massive coming in the grasses, or in the park, or against the trees. That done, she would fall away back inside and slumber.

Before this, she would not countenance herself to masturbate for three daytime prior, to build the sexual urges. This could pass to some matter to situations. Tuesday shoal Clarence Shepard Day Jr. were the difficult ; she found it hard to focus as she looked forward to the instant when she spread her legs and plunged her finger's breadth into her pussycat in some theater for all to see. One story course of study early on in her exhibitionist career, she had orgasmed just thinking about it, rubbing her twat surreptitiously against the desk leg as her form dozed on, oblivious.

Lying in bed, denim thought back to her first ever night out.

***

she was fifteen. She had not yet established the polished exterior she would hold to shroud her nympho side. So when Tom, a cute guy from her English language class, had asked if she would like to meet him behind the scientific discipline block ( everyone in schooling new that this was computer code for `` getting it on '' ) she said yes almost immediately. The rest of the day passed agonisingly slowly, and Jean still remembered that wonderful butterfly stroke tactile sensation you get only when you are about to work out with a new guy. She waited behind the scientific discipline pulley-block at 4 after school as promised. Tom appeared 100 metres away from behind the language department, and Jean loved the tension as he slowly walked toward her. Her pussy dripped as she realised he was probarbly visualising her raw ; perhaps being pounded from behing as her tits bounced up and down ; perhaps she was on top, screaming as she rode his hard lance. Jean shook her head from side to side. things were not going to get that far, she told herself.

Tom reached her. `` Hi '' he said, and blushed.
Awkward pocket-size public lecture commenced, and blue jean realized that if thing were going to pass she would have to format. As they talked, Jean sauntered tight, and before she knew he had planted his lips on hers.
His lip were indulgent, house but gentle. she molded her torso to his and they continued for a few transactions, just enjoying kickoff physical contact. jean felt herself getting hot ; her breathing became heavy as she slipped her tongue into his mouth. Something similar happened to Tom, and with a shock dungaree realized his hand was dangerously close up to squeezing her boob through her tank top. She gasped as she realized she was about to be groped for the first sentence. Her nipples hardening, Jean impatiently moved his hand up to caress her white meat. Tom seemed shocked by her bluster, but took it in his stride.

Five minutes later, both tops were off and dungaree was loving the feel of her boob mashing against his warm body.They fell to the floor, and blue jean gasped as she felt his gibbousness on her second joint .'I 'm losing mastery', she realized, but could n't lay off herself from wrestling with his trousers till they were down his ramification and pushing her own pant and knickers down. Tom whispered `` hell yes ``, seeing that blue jean could n't commit her middle away from his midst, strong magnetic pole. She grabbed his gumshoe, loving the flavour of it, and pumped up and down.
'' I need you inside me '' she gasped, and he obliged by placing his tool at her ingress. HE started to push it in, but as the head slipped in her strong hole, jean gasped.
'' NO ! '' she screamed and crawled away from him backwards. Scrambling to put her clothes on, she felt her mind reel at what she had almost allowed to happen.
Tom blushed deep red as he too, pulled his clothes on.
'' What 's wrongfulness ? you said you 'needed me- ''
'' Shut up ! '' Jean screamed, and she moved in near to put her grimace to his. `` cipher happened, we made out for a bit then went home. OK ? if you ever tell anyone what really happened I swear I will tell everyone you raped me, got it ? GOT IT ? ``
Tom staggered back, intimidated by her ferocity. `` OK, OK, i wont I swear. Fuck ... ''
With that, he beat a hasty retreat.

blue jean allowed herself to collapse. That could not materialise again, she told herself, she had almost just lost her virginity at 15 on school yard !
That day, she began to work up her inner bulwark. But that nighttime, she realized just how defeated she was at being that close but having no expiation.

She lay in bed, her parents snores rumbling through the walls, and desperately frigged her clit. Despite being turned on beyond belief, she could not take herself to climax. She ran through anything she could think of that would turn over her on, and as she thought back to her close confrontation that afternoon, she realized that region of the reason she had been so turned on was that they were outside. Seizing the first step, she slipped out of bed, put on her dressing gown and slipped out the downstairs window. Her mind in a daze, Jean landed in the garden and headed towards the road. Once there, she turned left, unconsciously heading towards the common. Her marrow in her mouth, denim wondered what the neighbors would say if they saw her out in her dressing nightie at 3 in the break of the day. external respiration concentrated due to adrenaline, denim eventually found herself sitting on the park bench, with the Park itself surrounded by houses. Now or never, denim thought, and before she could convince herself out of it, allowed her dressing gown to hang to the floor. Jean groaned as the Night air whispered against her chest. Pussy wet was dripping down her leg at the thought that anyone could look out of their window and see her naked eubstance in the park, her breasts heaving as she breathed, moisture dripping down her leg and her unharmed, sensual body covered in a sheen of sweat from the run and epinephrin. Before she could help herself, Jean let out a cushy groan and flopped to the ground. Never in her unanimous living had she felt such a euphoric sense of eroticism. Her eyes almost rolling into her heading, she gave into the tactual sensation. Her creamy thighs opened, her handwriting leapt down to her undefendable vagina and plunged three fingers in. blue jean moaned, writhing in the grass. With her former hand she grasped her fully breasts and squeezed ; she pinched and pulled her vain nipples and, in a fit of uncontrollable desire, rolled over so her ass was up in the air. She rubbed her tits against the grass as the wind tickled her prick and her bridge player plunged into her vagina. jean was no farseeing a cleaning lady, she was simply kitty, tits, mouth, ass, lost in a tidal wave of desire. In a primordial love she plunged three fingers into her sass and sucked, imagining a thick peter fucking her face.

Any forward passer by would birth been flabbergasted by the sight that dark : a 15 year old miss, moaning as she plunged her fingerbreadth into her dripping pussy and animalistically humped her breasts against the ground whilst sucking her own finger's breadth. blue jean did n't like, the whole Village could birth been lined up watching her and she could n't take stopped, in fact, it would cause simply turned her on more. These view spun through her devastate mind as she plunged through sexual climax after sexual climax. Minutes later, she opened her eyes as the sparks stopped. She looked down, and was shocked to see she had four fingerbreadth in her vagina. She shivered in post-orgasm, and suddenly felt ashamed. She quickly put on her dressing gown and glancing nervously around, quickly ran back home.

cover in bed that night, Jean realized she had begun a journey that would never check ; as ashamed as she was, denim realized she was already looking forward to her next risky venture. I must footstep myself, she thought ; whilst enjoyable, she would not let this intimate pauperism return over her whole biography. She limit herself to once a calendar week. Her organic structure aching with weariness, jean slipped into sleep.

***
goodness times, the 18 year old jean thought to herself. She no longer bothered with the dressing gown, exiting her elbow room completely bare. But that Nox, as she slipped out the window and felt her bare body be aroused once again by the Night gentle wind, dungaree had no idea that, after going out over 130 clock time, this night would be very different.

she sauntered leisurely up the route. Proud of her body, blue jean enjoyed the persuasion that right now some guy with a wife and nestling could be having the treat of his life as he looked out the windowpane. This was in possibility. In drill, dungaree 's reaction would be very different. As she stepped onto the small town common, a light-headed flicked on in a house directly facing Jean. IN her 3 years, blue jean had never actually come into contact with anyone on these night outings, and so her reactions were soggy. A man appeared behind the window, and stretched. He obviously had bother quiescence, and found the night air cooling after the uncomfortable high temperature under the blanket. He leaned out of the window. As he did so, he noticed a social movement across from him. It took him a moment to put to work out the shape as his eyes adjusted, and he gasped as his mind comprehended what he was seeing. A gorgeous au naturel girl had just crumpled to the floor and curled up as belittled as possible. Please, Jean prayed, delight do n't see me. But see her he had. His mind racing, he realized he should bid the police, but would n't. He understood the sex of what she was doing. And decided to use it.

Jean, curled up on the flooring, heard a knocking, and cautiously looked up. The man had seen her, she realized and felt a bang go both to her look and cunt. He wanted her care. He picked up a earpiece by his bed ( Jeans nighttime vision was excellent, and the background signal light enabled her to see everything perfectly ) and slowly, very obviously, pressed three numbers. Jean felt weeping stinging her center and formed a begging signal. 'Ill do anything', she mouthed. Whether or not the man saw this message was unclear, but he smirked as he realized he had her exactly where he wanted her. His wife sleeping less than five feet away, he pointed to his privates and wiggled his eyebrows. He had noticed just how beautiful this girlfriend was, and planned to get his wide-cut.

jean 's mouth opened in disgust and tears formed fully as she realized she had no choice - she would have to divulge herself to this man, if her future was n't to be ruined by him calling the police. A post was not that far away, she would never hit her house in time, and the man knew it. Stifling a sob, She reluctantly lay down on the grass, and the man panted as her white meat swayed and her legs opened. Tentatively, never having had an interview before, jean opened her leg and let her deal rub her clitoris.

Ten minutes later, jean was moaning and writhing, her dead body spread out completely on the grass. Her hand was wet with her succus, her pap were being tweaked and as the man watched she licked her own juices from her fingerbreadth. After the initial disgust, blue jean 's nympho incline had taken over and she had realized that there is nothing more pleasing to an show-off than being exterior, with an audience, masturbating. These dark mentation had taken over and she had given herself up completely to the raging desires coursing through her body. The man saw the conversion from military group to consensual sex and had gotten carried away himself ; tentatively at first, but realizing he was in control, he pulled his dick from his boxers and started to furiously nonplus one out to the sight of this bare lady friend pleasuring herself. Jean guessed he had a wife and this taboo thought sped her on even to a greater extent. As she forced her unit fist into her vagina ( a conjuring trick it had taken old age to accomplish fully ) she kept her eyes fixed on his bulging member, and the two drove themselves to furious orgasms - Jean wished his stocky ropes of cum would shore on her. Her nipple bounced up and down with the force of her fisting and, after one the biggest orgasms of her life, the man winked and, with a smirk, symbolically turned the phone over on the table. Jean, exhausted and feeling the old pity creep up on her again, crept back to her house. Were there no point of accumulation to her depravity ?

Despite her misgiving, Jean eventually returned to the streets at nighttime, after a mere three weeks of absence. Unbeknownst to her, however, her dangerous undertaking would only get dear.

To be continued .