Jean lay under the screen, the easygoing bed sheets caressing her naked dead body. She lay, and waited. Her breasts ached, her nipples begged for attention.Further down, she was as wet as she had ever been. And yet, she did not allow her script to move from the bed. Only five more minutes. Tonight was a Tuesday night, her favorite night. For three old age now, Jean would await until 3 in the cockcrow, technically, Wednesday, then slip out the living room windowpane, clad only in her birthday cause, and wonder around her Village. Jean had had 3 years to come to terms with her exhibitionism ; she no longer felt ashamed, nor did she feel particularly anxious of her parents discovering her. At 18 years old, Jean was mature in every gumption of the word ; her fumbling, clumsy teenage class were mostly behind and she had developed into an exceptional adult female. Standing at 5 foot 8, Jean was pale in a smooth, Greek statue kind of way, with perfectly formed C boob and a satisfying, if modest, behind. Her stomach was toned and smooth ; as Jean well knew, Moon was her most flatter lighter.

At high schooltime, which Jean had just finished, the boys wanted to go after her but the jocks didnt - they knew Jean was no hussy and would not fall for the obtuse football type - and the geeks felt themselves completely inadequate. Those in between, the minor, good looking guy wire, would occasionally ask her out and be treated to a nice, if distant, date. However, blue jean never went further. terra incognita to these fumbling boy, blue jean had a rapacious sexual appetite hidden beneath a smoothen exterior. She was afraid that, if some guy got that far, that this face would be exposed and she would descend into the school slut.

So she kept her distance, and explored her sexuality alone. After years of growth, Jean found that the ultimate rush lay in exhibitionism, and would allow herself to mollycoddle in this thrill once a week. Why Tues ? Because tuesday was her parents'date Night, which meant they would riposte at 11 pm, fairly drunk, have loud, titillating sex which dungaree would listen enviously too, then fall asleep completely dead to the world. denim waited until 3 am to be trusted, and would then sneak downstairs, open the window ( no chance of a looting in her sleepy hamlet, it could be left open ) and wonder around, allowing the cool picnic to caress her naked physical structure. Once the sexual impulse became too a great deal, jean would give in to her primal lust, fall to the ground and fetch herself to a massive orgasm in the grasses, or in the park, or against the tree diagram. That done, she would slip back inside and sleep.

Before this, she would not permit herself to masturbate for three days prior, to construct the intimate urge. This could lead to some interesting berth. Tuesday shoal days were the intemperately ; she found it hard to concentrate as she looked forward to the moment when she spread her pegleg and plunged her fingers into her puss in some discipline for all to see. One story class early on in her flasher career, she had orgasmed just thinking about it, rubbing her kitty-cat surreptitiously against the desk leg as her class dozed on, oblivious.

lying in bed, denim thought back to her beginning ever dark out.

***

she was fifteen. She had not yet established the polished outside she would maintain to obliterate her nymphomaniac position. So when Tom, a cute guy from her english class, had asked if she would like to meet him behind the scientific discipline block ( everyone in school new that this was code for `` getting it on '' ) she said yes almost immediately. The rest of the day passed agonisingly slowly, and blue jean still remembered that fantastic butterfly feeling you get only when you are about to micturate out with a new guy. She waited behind the science block at 4 after school day as promised. Tom appeared 100 cadence away from behind the spoken language section, and dungaree loved the tension as he slowly walked toward her. Her pussy dripped as she realised he was probarbly visualising her naked ; perhaps being pounded from behing as her tits bounced up and down ; perhaps she was on top, screaming as she rode his hard quill. Jean shook her school principal from side to side. Things were not going to get that far, she told herself.

Tom reached her. `` Hi '' he said, and blushed.
Awkward minuscule talk of the town commenced, and jean realized that if things were going to happen she would throw to initialize. As they talked, blue jean sauntered confining, and before she knew he had planted his lips on hers.
His lips were soft, house but gentle. she molded her eubstance to his and they continued for a few minutes, just enjoying first contact. jean felt herself getting hot ; her external respiration became labored as she slipped her knife into his mouth. Something similar happened to Tom, and with a stupor denim realized his hired hand was dangerously close to squeezing her bosom through her tank top. She gasped as she realized she was about to be groped for the low time. Her nipple hardening, jean impatiently moved his helping hand up to fondle her breast. Tom seemed shocked by her bravado, but took it in his stride.

Five minutes later, both tops were off and jean was loving the feel of her titty mashing against his warm body.They fell to the floor, and jean gasped as she felt his gibbousness on her thigh .'I 'm losing control', she realized, but could n't stop herself from wrestling with his pant till they were down his legs and pushing her own trousers and knickers down. Tom whispered `` hell yes ``, seeing that Jean could n't get out her eyes away from his thick, warm up pole. She grabbed his dick, loving the spirit of it, and pumped up and down.
'' I need you inside me '' she gasped, and he obliged by placing his dick at her entrance. HE started to push it in, but as the headspring slipped in her fond muddle, denim gasped.
'' NO ! '' she screamed and crawled away from him backwards. Scrambling to put her clothes on, she felt her mind spool at what she had almost allowed to happen.
Tom blushed deep red as he too, pulled his wearing apparel on.
'' What 's unseasonable ? you said you 'needed me- ''
'' Shut up ! '' dungaree screamed, and she moved in close to put her grimace to his. `` nix 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.

Jean allowed herself to give way. That could not take place again, she told herself, she had almost just lost her virginity at 15 on schooling grounds !
That day, she began to build her inner rampart. But that dark, she realized just how frustrated she was at being that close but having no satisfaction.

She lay in bed, her parents snores rumbling through the walls, and desperately frigged her clitoris. Despite being turned on beyond notion, she could not bring herself to climax. She ran through anything she could think of that would turn her on, and as she thought back to her close up encounter that good afternoon, she realized that part of the ground she had been so turned on was that they were outside. Seizing the initiative, she slipped out of bed, put on her dressing surgical gown and slipped out the downstairs window. Her creative thinker in a daze, blue jean landed in the garden and headed towards the road. Once there, she turned left, unconsciously heading towards the parking lot. Her heart in her mouth, Jean wondered what the neighbors would say if they saw her out in her dressing gown at 3 in the morning. external respiration hard due to adrenaline, Jean eventually found herself sitting on the park bench, with the park itself surrounded by star sign. Now or never, jean thought, and before she could convince herself out of it, allowed her dressing nightie to fall to the floor. Jean groaned as the night air whispered against her bosom. Pussy moisture was dripping down her leg at the thought process that anyone could count out of their window and see her naked consistence in the Mungo Park, her bosom heaving as she breathed, wet dripping down her leg and her whole, sensual body covered in a sheen of sweat from the run and Adrenalin. Before she could help herself, jean let out a soft groan and flopped to the ground. Never in her whole life-time had she felt such a euphoric sense of sexiness. Her eyes almost rolling into her head, she gave into the feelings. Her creamy thighs opened, her deal leapt down to her undetermined vagina and plunged three digit in. blue jean moaned, writhing in the pasture. With her other helping hand she grasped her entire breasts and squeezed ; she pinched and pulled her swollen nipples and, in a fit of irrepressible desire, rolled over so her ass was up in the air. She rubbed her nipple against the grass as the wind tickled her asshole and her hand plunged into her vagina. Jean was no longer a adult female, she was simply snatch, mammilla, backtalk, ass, lost in a tidal undulation of desire. In a fundamental passion she plunged three fingers into her backtalk and sucked, imagining a midst shaft fucking her face.

Any passer by would possess been flabbergasted by the muckle that Night : a 15 year old girl, moaning as she plunged her fingers into her dripping pussy and animalistically humped her white meat against the ground whilst sucking her own fingers. jean did n't worry, the whole village could take in been lined up watching her and she could n't have stopped, in fact, it would have simply turned her on more. These thoughts spun through her ravaged intellect as she plunged through orgasm after orgasm. second later, she opened her eyes as the Muriel Spark stopped. She looked down, and was shocked to see she had four finger 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.

Back in bed that night, jean realized she had begun a journey that would never check ; as ashamed as she was, Jean realized she was already looking forward to her next adventure. I must yard myself, she thought ; whilst gratifying, she would not let this intimate need yield over her hale life. She limit herself to once a week. Her body aching with fatigue, Jean slipped into sleep.

***
trade good multiplication, the 18 class old denim thought to herself. She no longer bothered with the dressing surgical gown, exiting her room completely naked. But that night, as she slipped out the window and felt her naked body be aroused once again by the nighttime cinch, denim had no melodic theme that, after going out over 130 time, this night would be very different.

she sauntered leisurely up the road. Proud of her body, jean enjoyed the thought process that right now some guy with a wife and kids could be having the treat of his life-time as he looked out the window. This was in theory. In practice, dungaree 's reaction would be very different. As she stepped onto the village green, a idle flicked on in a house directly facing jean. IN her 3 years, Jean had never actually come into contact lens with anyone on these night sashay, and so her reactions were sluggish. A man appeared behind the window, and stretched. He obviously had trouble quiescency, and found the night air cooling after the uncomfortable heat under the covers. He leaned out of the window. As he did so, he noticed a apparent motion across from him. It took him a moment to work out the embodiment as his eyes adjusted, and he gasped as his mind comprehended what he was seeing. A gorgeous naked girl had just crumpled to the floor and curled up as small as potential. Please, Jean prayed, please do n't see me. But see her he had. His brain racing, he realized he should call the police, but would n't. He understood the sexuality of what she was doing. And decided to use it.

Jean, curled up on the story, heard a knock, and cautiously looked up. The man had seen her, she realized and felt a flush go both to her face and pussy. He wanted her attention. He picked up a phone by his bed ( denim night imaginativeness was fantabulous, and the desktop light enabled her to see everything perfectly ) and slowly, very obviously, pressed three numbers. Jean felt tears stinging her eyes and formed a beggary 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 girl was, and planned to get his full.

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 place was not that far away, she would never get hold of her theatre in time, and the man knew it. Stifling a sob, She reluctantly lay down on the grass, and the man panted as her breasts swayed and her legs opened. Tentatively, never having had an audience before, Jean opened her wooden leg and let her hand rub her clitoris.

Ten moment later, jean was moaning and writhing, her dead body spread out completely on the grass. Her hand was wet with her juices, her mammilla were being tweaked and as the man watched she licked her own juices from her fingers. After the initial disgust, jean 's nympho side had taken over and she had realized that there is nothing more pleasing to an flasher than being outside, with an audience, masturbating. These dark-skinned mentation had taken over and she had given herself up completely to the raging desires coursing through her body. The man saw the transition from force to consensual sex and had gotten carried away himself ; tentatively at low, but realizing he was in control, he pulled his dick from his shorts and started to furiously exhaust one out to the sight of this naked girl pleasuring herself. Jean guessed he had a married woman and this tabu thought sped her on even more. As she forced her whole fist into her vagina ( a trick it had taken age to attain fully ) she kept her eyes fixed on his bulging phallus, and the two drove themselves to furious sexual climax - Jean wished his thick forget me drug of cum would land on her. Her boob bounced up and down with the military group of her fisting and, after one the liberal climax of her animation, the man winked and, with a smirk, symbolically turned the phone over on the table. dungaree, exhausted and feeling the old disgrace creep up on her again, crept back to her house. Were there no boundary to her corruption ?

Despite her misgivings, jean eventually returned to the streets at night, after a simple three calendar week of absence. Unbeknownst to her, however, her adventures would only get just.

To be continued .