blue jean lay under the covers, the delicate bed sheets caressing her naked 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 hands to prompt from the bed. Only five Sir Thomas More minutes. Tonight was a Tues night, her favourite night. For three years now, Jean would waitress until 3 in the morning, technically, Wednesday, then slip out the aliveness way window, clad only in her birthday courtship, and wonder around her village. dungaree had had 3 years to come to condition with her exhibitionism ; she no longer felt ashamed, nor did she palpate particularly anxious of her parents discovering her. At 18 years old, Jean was mature in every good sense of the word ; her fumbling, clumsy teenage years were mostly behind and she had developed into an prodigious woman. Standing at 5 foot 8, Jean was pale in a bland, Hellenic statue variety of way, with perfectly formed C breasts and a satisfying, if modest, behind. Her stomach was toned and smooth ; as Jean well knew, moonlight was her almost flattering light.

At eminent school, which Jean had just finished, the boys wanted to go after her but the jocks didnt - they knew Jean was no adulteress and would not fall for the dumb football type - and the eccentric person felt themselves completely inadequate. Those in between, the modest, skilful looking guy wire, would occasionally ask her out and be treated to a nice, if distant, appointment. However, blue jean never went further. Unknown to these fumbling boys, jean had a voracious intimate appetite hidden beneath a smooth exterior. She was afraid that, if some guy got that far, that this slope would be exposed and she would descend into the school slut.

So she kept her distance, and explored her sexuality alone. After years of development, dungaree found that the ultimate kick lay in immodesty, and would take into account herself to indulge in this thrill once a calendar week. Why Tuesday ? Because Tuesday was her parents'particular date night, which meant they would return at 11 pm, fairly wino, have loud, erotic sex which Jean would listen enviously too, then fall asleep completely short to the universe. dungaree waited until 3 am to be indisputable, and would then sneak downstairs, open the window ( no chance of a robbery in her sleepy village, it could be left give ) and wonder around, allowing the cool breezes to caress her nude torso. Once the sexual urge became too much, blue jean would apply in to her primaeval lust, fall to the ground and take herself to a massive orgasm in the grasses, or in the green, or against the tree. That done, she would slip back inside and sleep.

Before this, she would not permit herself to jerk off for three days prior, to make the intimate urges. This could lead to some occupy billet. Tuesday school days were the hardest ; she found it gruelling to concentrate as she looked forward to the here and now when she spread her legs and plunged her fingers into her slit in some theater for all to see. One history class early on in her show-off career, she had orgasmed just thinking about it, rubbing her kitty surreptitiously against the desk leg as her class dozed on, oblivious.

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

***

she was fifteen. She had not yet established the polish exterior she would maintain to hide her nympho side. So when Tom, a precious guy from her english social class, had asked if she would like to meet him behind the skill 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 Jean still remembered that wonderful butterfly feeling you get only when you are about to make out with a new guy. She waited behind the science block at 4 after school as promised. Tom appeared 100 metres away from behind the linguistic process section, and denim 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 tit bounced up and down ; perhaps she was on top, screaming as she rode his operose shaft. Jean shook her head from incline to side. matter were not going to get that far, she told herself.

Tom reached her. `` Hi '' he said, and blushed.
Awkward belittled lecture commenced, and denim realized that if things were going to materialize she would induce to format. As they talked, Jean sauntered tight, and before she knew he had planted his lip on hers.
His sassing were diffuse, firm but gentle. she molded her eubstance to his and they continued for a few bit, just enjoying offset tangency. denim felt herself getting hot ; her respiration became grueling as she slipped her clapper into his sassing. Something similar happened to Tom, and with a shock blue jean realized his mitt was dangerously conclude to squeezing her breasts through her storage tank top. She gasped as she realized she was about to be groped for the first time. Her tit hardening, denim impatiently moved his bridge player up to caress her breast. Tom seemed shocked by her bravado, but took it in his stride.

Five transactions later, both elevation were off and jean was loving the feel of her breast mashing against his warm body.They fell to the level, and Jean gasped as she felt his bulge on her thigh .'I 'm losing control condition', she realized, but could n't kibosh 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 denim could n't pull her eyes away from his thick, warm pole. She grabbed his dick, loving the flavour 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 drive it in, but as the head slipped in her warm muddle, Jean gasped.
'' NO ! '' she screamed and crawled away from him backwards. Scrambling to put her clothes on, she felt her creative thinker bobbin at what she had almost allowed to happen.
Tom blushed deep red as he too, pulled his wearing apparel on.
'' What 's awry ? you said you 'needed me- ''
'' Shut up ! '' jean screamed, and she moved in close to put her face to his. `` nothing happened, we made out for a bit then went home. OK ? if you ever tell apart 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.

denim allowed herself to collapse. That could not happen again, she told herself, she had almost just lost her virginity at 15 on school grounds !
That day, she began to work up her inner paries. But that night, 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 button. Despite being turned on beyond belief, she could not bring herself to culminate. She ran through anything she could guess of that would turn her on, and as she thought back to her close encounter that afternoon, she realized that portion of the reason she had been so sour on was that they were outside. Seizing the first step, she slipped out of bed, put on her dressing robe and slipped out the downstairs window. Her mind in a daze, Jean landed in the garden and headed towards the route. Once there, she turned left, unconsciously heading towards the park. Her bosom in her mouth, Jean wondered what the neighbour would say if they saw her out in her dressing nightgown at 3 in the good morning. respiration hard due to adrenaline, blue jean eventually found herself sitting on the common bench, with the park itself surrounded by houses. Now or never, Jean thought, and before she could win over herself out of it, allowed her dressing gown to fall to the storey. blue jean groaned as the night air whispered against her breasts. pussy moisture was dripping down her leg at the thought that anyone could appear out of their windowpane and see her bare body in the park, her white meat heaving as she breathed, moisture dripping down her leg and her whole, carnal trunk covered in a sheen of sweat from the run and adrenaline. Before she could help herself, Jean let out a soft groan and flopped to the ground. Never in her whole life had she felt such a euphoric sense of erotism. Her eyes almost rolling into her head, she gave into the feelings. Her creamy second joint opened, her script leapt down to her unfold vagina and plunged three digit in. jean moaned, writhing in the grass. With her former script she grasped her fully bosom and squeezed ; she pinched and pulled her swollen nipples and, in a fit of uncorrectable desire, rolled over so her ass was up in the air. She rubbed her teat against the gage as the twist tickled her shit and her deal plunged into her vagina. dungaree was no longer a woman, she was simply pussy, tits, mouth, ass, lost in a tidal undulation of desire. In a fundamental passion she plunged three digit into her rima oris and sucked, imagining a midst light beam fucking her face.

Any passerby by would take in been flabbergasted by the sight that Nox : a 15 yr old girl, moaning as she plunged her digit into her dripping pussy and animalistically humped her breasts against the priming coat whilst sucking her own fingers. Jean did n't care, the whole hamlet could have got been lined up watching her and she could n't have stopped, in fact, it would have simply turned her on more. These thought spun through her ravaged mind as she plunged through orgasm after climax. moment 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 nightdress and glancing nervously around, quickly ran back home plate.

Back in bed that night, dungaree realized she had begun a journeying that would never stop ; as ashamed as she was, blue jean realized she was already looking forward to her next escapade. I must pace myself, she thought ; whilst enjoyable, she would not let this sexual pauperism take over her totally lifespan. She limit herself to once a week. Her body aching with weariness, Jean slipped into sleep.

***
commodity clip, the 18 class old Jean view to herself. She no longer bothered with the dressing gown, exiting her room completely naked. But that night, as she slipped out the windowpane and felt her naked soundbox be aroused once again by the dark breeze, Jean had no idea that, after going out over 130 sentence, this night would be very different.

she sauntered leisurely up the road. Proud of her body, Jean enjoyed the thought that right now some guy with a wife and kids could be having the dainty of his lifespan as he looked out the windowpane. This was in theory. In practice, dungaree 's response would be very different. As she stepped onto the small town green, a light flicked on in a house directly facing Jean. IN her 3 years, Jean had never actually come into contact with anyone on these dark junket, and so her response were dull. A man appeared behind the window, and stretched. He obviously had difficulty sleeping, and found the night air cooling after the uncomfortable heat under the binding. He leaned out of the window. As he did so, he noticed a movement across from him. It took him a instant to process out the soma as his centre adjusted, and he gasped as his mind comprehended what he was seeing. A gorgeous defenseless girl had just crumpled to the floor and curled up as diminished as possible. Please, Jean prayed, please do n't see me. But see her he had. His mind 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.

dungaree, curled up on the floor, 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 aid. He picked up a phone by his bed ( Jeans night visual sensation was first-class, and the background light enabled her to see everything perfectly ) and slowly, very obviously, pressed three numbers. Jean felt split stinging her eyes 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 married woman sleeping less than five understructure away, he pointed to his crotch and wiggled his brow. He had noticed just how beautiful this miss was, and planned to get his full moon.

jean 's lip opened in disgust and snag formed fully as she realized she had no choice - she would stimulate to expose herself to this man, if her future was n't to be ruined by him calling the police force. A station was not that far away, she would never reach her planetary house in time, and the man knew it. Stifling a sob, She reluctantly lay down on the sess, and the man panted as her breasts swayed and her legs opened. Tentatively, never having had an audience before, blue jean opened her peg and let her bridge player rub her clit.

Ten minutes later, denim was moaning and writhing, her body spread out completely on the grass. Her script was wet with her succus, her nipples were being tweaked and as the man watched she licked her own juice from her fingers. After the initial disgust, jean 's nympho side of meat had taken over and she had realized that there is nothing more pleasing to an exhibitionist than being international, with an audience, masturbating. These dark thoughts had taken over and she had given herself up completely to the raging desires coursing through her body. The man saw the modulation from effect to consensual sex and had gotten carried away himself ; tentatively at start, but realizing he was in command, he pulled his putz from his short pants and started to furiously amaze one out to the sight of this naked girl pleasuring herself. Jean guessed he had a wife and this taboo thought sped her on even more. As she forced her whole clenched fist into her vagina ( a conjuring trick it had taken years to accomplish fully ) she kept her centre fixed on his bulging member, and the two drove themselves to furious orgasms - Jean wished his thick circle of cum would land on her. Her tits bounced up and down with the force of her fisting and, after one the biggest orgasms of her spirit, the man winked and, with a smirk, symbolically turned the phone over on the table. Jean, exhausted and feeling the old shame creep up on her again, crept back to her house. Were there no limit to her depravity ?

Despite her misgivings, Jean eventually returned to the streets at night, after a mere three weeks of absence seizure. Unbeknownst to her, however, her adventures would only get honest.

To be continued .