Jean lay under the blanket, the soft bed sheets caressing her naked body. She lay, and waited. Her breast 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 incite from the bed. Only five to a greater extent minutes. Tonight was a tuesday dark, her favourite night. For three years now, Jean would wait until 3 in the morning, technically, Wednesday, then slip out the life way window, clad only in her natal day case, and wonder around her village. Jean had had 3 years to come to term with her exhibitionism ; she no longer felt ashamed, nor did she feel particularly anxious of her parents discovering her. At 18 years old, blue jean was mature in every good sense of the news ; her fumbling, clumsy teenage geezerhood were mostly behind and she had developed into an particular adult female. Standing at 5 infantry 8, Jean was pale in a fluent, greek statue kind of way, with perfectly formed C chest and a satisfying, if small, behind. Her stomach was toned and smooth ; as Jean well knew, moonlight was her most flattering Light Within.

At senior high school, which dungaree had just finished, the boys wanted to go after her but the jocks didnt - they knew Jean was no slut and would not light for the obtuse football case - and the eccentric felt themselves completely poor. Those in between, the meek, good looking guys, would occasionally ask her out and be treated to a dainty, if remote, date. However, jean never went further. alien to these fumbling boy, Jean had a esurient sexual appetite hidden beneath a smooth exterior. She was afraid that, if some guy got that far, that this side would be exposed and she would come down into the shoal adulteress.

So she kept her length, and explored her sexuality alone. After years of maturation, denim found that the ultimate thrill lay in exhibitionism, and would reserve herself to indulge in this thrill once a calendar week. Why Tuesday ? Because Tuesday was her parents'engagement Nox, which meant they would return at 11 pm, fairly rummy, have loud, titillating sex which Jean would listen enviously too, then fall asleep completely idle to the human beings. jean waited until 3 am to be sure, and would then creep downstairs, open the windowpane ( no luck of a robbery in her sleepy village, it could be left open ) and wonder around, allowing the chill air to caress her naked body. Once the sexual urge became too a good deal, Jean would give in to her primal luxuria, declination to the ground and fetch herself to a monumental orgasm in the pot, or in the Mungo Park, or against the trees. That done, she would slip back inside and sleep.

Before this, she would not allow herself to masturbate for three days prior, to establish the sexual itch. This could conduct to some interesting situations. Tuesday schooltime days were the hardest ; she found it gruelling to condense as she looked forward to the moment when she spread her legs and plunged her fingers into her pussy in some field for all to see. One history class early on in her show-off career, she had orgasmed just thinking about it, rubbing her pussy surreptitiously against the desk leg as her course of study dozed on, oblivious.

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

***

she was fifteen. She had not yet established the polished exterior she would maintain to hide her nympho slope. So when Tom, a precious guy from her side class, had asked if she would like to touch him behind the science block ( everyone in schoolhouse new that this was computer code for `` getting it on '' ) she said yes almost immediately. The quietus of the day passed agonisingly slowly, and dungaree still remembered that wonderful butterfly feeling you get only when you are about to wee out with a new guy. She waited behind the scientific discipline mental block at 4 after school as promised. Tom appeared 100 metres away from behind the language section, and Jean loved the tenseness 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 lance. Jean shook her question from side to side. things were not going to get that far, she told herself.

Tom reached her. `` Hi '' he said, and blushed.
Awkward small talk commenced, and blue jean realized that if thing were going to happen she would have to initialize. As they talked, Jean sauntered snug, and before she knew he had planted his lips on hers.
His brim were subdued, house but gentle. she molded her body to his and they continued for a few min, just enjoying first contact. dungaree felt herself getting hot ; her ventilation became sullen as she slipped her tongue into his mouth. Something similar happened to Tom, and with a impact Jean realized his paw was dangerously stopping point to squeezing her white meat through her tank top. She gasped as she realized she was about to be groped for the first time. Her teat hardening, dungaree impatiently moved his hired man up to caress her breast. Tom seemed blow out of the water by her bravado, but took it in his stride.

five arcminute later, both tops were off and jean was loving the feel of her breasts mashing against his warm body.They fell to the floor, and denim gasped as she felt his protrusion on her thigh .'I 'm losing ascendence', she realized, but could n't finish herself from wrestling with his trousers till they were down his peg and pushing her own trousers and knickers down. Tom whispered `` hell yes ``, seeing that jean could n't pull her centre away from his thick, fond celestial pole. She grabbed his dick, loving the feel 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 advertise it in, but as the mind slipped in her ardent pickle, blue jean gasped.
'' NO ! '' she screamed and crawled away from him backwards. Scrambling to put her clothes on, she felt her mind Virginia reel at what she had almost allowed to happen.
Tom blushed deep red as he too, pulled his clothes on.
'' What 's wrong ? you said you 'needed me- ''
'' Shut up ! '' Jean screamed, and she moved in closely to put her face to his. `` goose egg 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 violence. `` OK, OK, i wont I swear. shtup ... ''
With that, he beat a precipitous retirement.

Jean allowed herself to collapse. That could not happen again, she told herself, she had almost just lost her virginity at 15 on schooling grounds !
That day, she began to build her inner walls. But that night, she realized just how frustrated 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 feeling, she could not bring herself to climax. She ran through anything she could think of that would twist her on, and as she thought back to her stopping point clash that afternoon, she realized that constituent of the reason she had been so move around on was that they were away. Seizing the go-ahead, she slipped out of bed, put on her dressing nightgown 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 park. Her marrow in her mouth, Jean wondered what the neighbors would say if they saw her out in her dressing gown at 3 in the morning. Breathing backbreaking due to adrenaline, dungaree eventually found herself sitting on the common bench, with the commons itself surrounded by sign. Now or never, Jean thought, and before she could convince herself out of it, allowed her dressing nightgown to flow to the base. denim groaned as the night air whispered against her bosom. Pussy wet was dripping down her leg at the thought that anyone could look out of their window and see her bare body in the park, her breasts heaving as she breathed, wet dripping down her leg and her altogether, animal eubstance covered in a sheen of swither from the run and adrenaline. Before she could aid herself, denim let out a soft groan and flopped to the solid ground. Never in her completely sprightliness had she felt such a euphoric sense of amorousness. Her heart almost rolling into her head, she gave into the feelings. Her creamy thighs opened, her hand leapt down to her open vagina and plunged three fingers in. Jean moaned, writhing in the grass. With her other hand she grasped her full chest 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 boob against the grass as the wind tickled her prick and her deal plunged into her vagina. jean was no longer a char, she was simply pussycat, boob, mouthpiece, ass, lost in a tidal wave of desire. In a primal love she plunged three fingers into her lip and sucked, imagining a midst calamus fucking her face.

Any passer by would suffer been flabbergasted by the mountain that Nox : a 15 class old girl, moaning as she plunged her finger into her dripping slit and animalistically humped her tit against the ground whilst sucking her own fingerbreadth. Jean did n't manage, the whole village could have 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 despoiled mind as she plunged through orgasm after orgasm. Minutes later, she opened her eyes as the sparks stopped. She looked down, and was shocked to see she had four fingers in her vagina. She shivered in post-orgasm, and suddenly felt ashamed. She quickly put on her dressing nightgown and glancing nervously around, quickly ran back home plate.

vertebral column in bed that night, denim realized she had begun a journey that would never turn back ; as ashamed as she was, denim realized she was already looking forward to her next adventure. I must stride myself, she thought ; whilst enjoyable, she would not let this sexual need take over her whole life-time. She limit herself to once a calendar week. Her body aching with tiredness, blue jean slipped into sleep.

***
Good times, the 18 yr old Jean cerebration 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 body be aroused once again by the dark breeze, Jean had no estimation that, after going out over 130 times, this night would be very different.

she sauntered leisurely up the route. Proud of her body, Jean enjoyed the intellection that right now some guy with a wife and tyke could be having the treat of his liveliness as he looked out the window. This was in theory. In pattern, jean 's reaction would be very different. As she stepped onto the village green, a light flicked on in a menage directly facing denim. IN her 3 eld, Jean had never actually come into contact with anyone on these dark outings, and so her reactions were sulky. A man appeared behind the window, and stretched. He obviously had trouble sleeping, and found the night air cooling after the uncomfortable heat energy under the book binding. He leaned out of the windowpane. As he did so, he noticed a movement across from him. It took him a moment to work out the shape as his center adjusted, and he gasped as his mind comprehended what he was seeing. A gorgeous naked lady friend had just crumpled to the level and curled up as small 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 law, but would n't. He understood the sexuality of what she was doing. And decided to use it.

jean, curled up on the floor, heard a knock, and cautiously looked up. The man had seen her, she realized and felt a rush go both to her nerve and slit. He wanted her attending. He picked up a phone by his bed ( denim Night imaginativeness was fantabulous, and the background light enabled her to see everything perfectly ) and slowly, very obviously, pressed three numeral. blue jean felt tears stinging her eye and formed a begging signaling. 'Ill do anything', she mouthed. Whether or not the man saw this content was unclear, but he smirked as he realized he had her exactly where he wanted her. His wife sleeping less than five invertebrate foot away, he pointed to his genitals and wiggled his eyebrows. He had noticed just how beautiful this girl was, and planned to get his full.

dungaree 's backtalk opened in disgust and tears formed fully as she realized she had no choice - she would have to let on herself to this man, if her future was n't to be ruined by him calling the police. A station was not that far away, she would never reach her sign of the zodiac in time, and the man knew it. Stifling a sob, She reluctantly lay down on the smoke, and the man panted as her breast swayed and her legs opened. Tentatively, never having had an hearing before, Jean opened her legs and let her deal rub her clit.

Ten hour later, jean was moaning and writhing, her organic structure spread out completely on the gage. Her paw was wet with her juice, her nipples were being tweaked and as the man watched she licked her own juices from her fingers. After the initial disgust, denim 's nympho English had taken over and she had realized that there is zippo more pleasing to an flasher than being outside, 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 transition from force to consensual sex and had gotten carried away himself ; tentatively at first, but realizing he was in control, he pulled his tool from his shorts and started to furiously tucker one out to the lot of this naked daughter 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 fast one it had taken long time to carry through fully ) she kept her eyes fixed on his bulging member, and the two drove themselves to furious orgasm - Jean wished his thick ropes of cum would shoot down on her. Her tits bounced up and down with the military group of her fisting and, after one the grownup sexual climax of her life, the man winked and, with a smirk, symbolically turned the phone over on the mesa. Jean, exhausted and feeling the old shame creep up on her again, crept back to her mansion. Were there no limits to her turpitude ?

Despite her distrust, Jean eventually returned to the streets at Night, after a mere three weeks of absence. Unbeknownst to her, however, her adventures would only get better.

To be continued .