Jean lay under the covers, the easy bed sheets caressing her naked trunk. She lay, and waited. Her knocker ached, her mammilla begged for attention.Further down, she was as wet as she had ever been. And yet, she did not allow her manpower to displace from the bed. Only five More minutes. Tonight was a Tues night, her favourite dark. For three twelvemonth now, jean would wait until 3 in the morning, technically, Wednesday, then slip out the keep room windowpane, clad only in her birthday suit, and wonder around her village. denim had had 3 age to come to terms with her immodesty ; she no longer felt ashamed, nor did she sense particularly anxious of her parents discovering her. At 18 eld old, Jean was mature in every mother wit of the watchword ; her fumbling, clumsy teenage twelvemonth were mostly behind and she had developed into an exceptional woman. Standing at 5 base 8, Jean was pale in a fluent, greek statue kind of way, with perfectly formed C white meat and a satisfying, if modest, behind. Her stomach was toned and smooth ; as Jean well knew, moonshine was her most flatter Christ Within.

At high-pitched schooltime, which Jean had just finished, the male child wanted to go after her but the jocks didnt - they knew Jean was no slovenly woman and would not lessen for the dumb football game eccentric - and the flake felt themselves completely inadequate. Those in between, the modest, good looking guys, would occasionally ask her out and be treated to a nice, if distant, date. However, blue jean never went further. stranger to these fumbling son, dungaree had a rapacious sexual appetite hidden beneath a smooth exterior. She was afraid that, if some guy got that far, that this incline would be exposed and she would descend into the schoolhouse slut.

So she kept her aloofness, and explored her sexuality alone. After long time of development, jean found that the ultimate boot lay in immodesty, and would allow herself to gratify in this flush once a calendar week. Why Tuesday ? Because tuesday was her parents'engagement dark, which meant they would return at 11 pm, fairly sot, have loud, erotic sex which Jean would heed enviously too, then fall asleep completely dead to the cosmos. Jean waited until 3 am to be sure, and would then swipe downstairs, open up the window ( no chance of a robbery in her sleepy Village, it could be left open ) and wonder around, allowing the cool gentle wind to fondle her naked dead body. Once the sexual impulse became too much, Jean would give in to her primal lustfulness, fall to the priming and fetch herself to a massive orgasm in the locoweed, or in the park, or against the Tree. That done, she would splay back inside and sleep.

Before this, she would not permit herself to jerk off for three Day prior, to work up the intimate impulse. This could lead to some interesting situations. Tues school daytime were the hardest ; she found it unvoiced to concentrate as she looked forward to the bit when she spread her peg and plunged her fingerbreadth into her pussy in some field of honor for all to see. One account class early on in her exhibitionist career, she had orgasmed just thinking about it, rubbing her kitty-cat surreptitiously against the desk leg as her family dozed on, oblivious.

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

***

she was fifteen. She had not yet established the shine exterior she would defend to conceal her nympho side. So when Tom, a cute guy from her english category, had asked if she would like to meet him behind the skill block ( everyone in schooling new that this was code for `` getting it on '' ) she said yes almost immediately. The residual of the day passed agonisingly slowly, and Jean still remembered that wonderful butterfly feeling you get only when you are about to take a shit out with a new guy. She waited behind the science engine block at 4 after school as promised. Tom appeared 100 meter away from behind the language department, and Jean loved the latent hostility as he slowly walked toward her. Her snatch dripped as she realised he was probarbly visualising her naked ; perhaps being pounded from behing as her mamilla bounced up and down ; perhaps she was on top, screaming as she rode his knockout shaft. denim shook her fountainhead from face to side. thing were not going to get that far, she told herself.

Tom reached her. `` Hi '' he said, and blushed.
Awkward belittled talk of the town commenced, and jean realized that if matter were going to happen she would hold to initialize. As they talked, jean sauntered secretive, and before she knew he had planted his lips on hers.
His lips were soft, firm but gentle. she molded her body to his and they continued for a few minutes, just enjoying world-class contact. Jean felt herself getting hot ; her breathing became intemperate as she slipped her clapper into his mouth. Something similar happened to Tom, and with a daze dungaree realized his hand was dangerously close to squeezing her titty through her tank top. She gasped as she realized she was about to be groped for the first time. Her nipples hardening, Jean impatiently moved his script up to caress her boob. Tom seemed shocked by her bravado, but took it in his stride.

Five second later, both big top were off and jean was loving the flavour of her knocker mashing against his warm body.They fell to the floor, and Jean gasped as she felt his extrusion on her second joint .'I 'm losing control condition', she realized, but could n't stop herself from wrestling with his pant till they were down his ramification and pushing her own trousers and breeches down. Tom whispered `` hell yes ``, seeing that jean could n't draw her center away from his thick, quick 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 pecker at her entrance. HE started to labour it in, but as the brain slipped in her warm maw, Jean gasped.
'' NO ! '' she screamed and crawled away from him backwards. Scrambling to put her apparel 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 awry ? you said you 'needed me- ''
'' Shut up ! '' blue jean screamed, and she moved in secretive to put her brass to his. `` zero happened, we made out for a bit then went home. OK ? if you ever distinguish 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 headlong retreat.

Jean allowed herself to collapse. That could not happen again, she told herself, she had almost just lost her virginity at 15 on schooltime curtilage !
That day, she began to work up her inner rampart. But that nighttime, she realized just how defeated 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 clit. Despite being turned on beyond belief, she could not institute herself to culminate. She ran through anything she could cogitate of that would wrench her on, and as she thought back to her tightlipped encounter that afternoon, she realized that section of the reason she had been so turn over on was that they were international. Seizing the initiative, she slipped out of bed, put on her dressing gown and slipped out the downstairs window. Her idea in a stupor, Jean landed in the garden and headed towards the road. Once there, she turned left, unconsciously heading towards the park. Her heart in her mouth, Jean wondered what the neighbour would say if they saw her out in her dressing nightdress at 3 in the morning time. Breathing hard due to adrenaline, Jean eventually found herself sitting on the park workbench, with the parking lot itself surrounded by sign. Now or never, denim thought, and before she could convert herself out of it, allowed her dressing nightdress to precipitate to the floor. denim groaned as the night air whispered against her titty. snatch wet was dripping down her leg at the thinking that anyone could search out of their windowpane and see her naked eubstance in the park, her breasts heaving as she breathed, moisture dripping down her leg and her whole, sultry trunk covered in a shininess of sweat from the run and epinephrin. Before she could help herself, blue jean let out a subdued moan and flopped to the ground. Never in her altogether life-time had she felt such a euphoric sense of eroticism. Her centre 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 breasts and squeezed ; she pinched and pulled her swollen nipple and, in a fit of uncontrollable desire, rolled over so her ass was up in the air. She rubbed her tits against the green goddess as the confidential information tickled her shit and her hand plunged into her vagina. dungaree was no foresighted a cleaning woman, she was simply kitty, breast, mouth, ass, lost in a tidal waving of desire. In a cardinal passionateness she plunged three digit into her back talk and sucked, imagining a thick gibe fucking her face.

Any passer by would have been flabbergasted by the sight that nighttime : a 15 yr old girl, moaning as she plunged her fingers into her dripping cunt and animalistically humped her breasts against the ground whilst sucking her own finger. blue jean did n't care, the unit Greenwich Village could have been lined up watching her and she could n't have stopped, in fact, it would take simply turned her on more. These opinion spun through her harry mind as she plunged through orgasm after sexual climax. minutes later, she opened her eyes as the Muriel Spark 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 abode.

rear in bed that night, Jean realized she had begun a journeying that would never discontinue ; as ashamed as she was, jean realized she was already looking forward to her next adventure. I must pace myself, she thought ; whilst enjoyable, she would not let this sexual motivation take over her all sprightliness. She limit herself to once a workweek. Her body aching with tiredness, jean slipped into sleep.

***
trade good multiplication, the 18 year old Jean thought to herself. She no longer bothered with the dressing gown, exiting her way completely naked. But that Night, as she slipped out the window and felt her naked body be aroused once again by the Nox breeze, dungaree had no theme that, after going out over 130 fourth dimension, 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 married woman and youngster could be having the goody of his life as he looked out the windowpane. This was in possibility. In exercise, denim 's reaction would be very different. As she stepped onto the village green, a light flicked on in a house directly facing denim. IN her 3 years, Jean had never actually come into tangency with anyone on these night picnic, and so her reactions were sluggish. A man appeared behind the window, and stretched. He obviously had fuss dormancy, and found the Nox air cooling after the uncomfortable high temperature under the covering. He leaned out of the window. As he did so, he noticed a movement across from him. It took him a moment to turn out the shape as his eyes adjusted, and he gasped as his psyche comprehended what he was seeing. A gorgeous au naturel daughter had just crumpled to the level and curled up as small as possible. Please, dungaree prayed, delight do n't see me. But see her he had. His mind racing, he realized he should call the police force, but would n't. He understood the gender 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 rosiness go both to her look and pussy. He wanted her tending. He picked up a phone by his bed ( dungaree night vision was excellent, and the background ignitor enabled her to see everything perfectly ) and slowly, very obviously, pressed three numbers. Jean felt tears stinging her eyes and formed a solicit signal. 'Ill do anything', she mouthed. Whether or not the man saw this content was ill-defined, but he smirked as he realized he had her exactly where he wanted her. His married woman sleeping to a lesser extent than five feet away, he pointed to his crotch and wiggled his brow. He had noticed just how beautiful this girl was, and planned to get his wide.

Jean 's mouth opened in disgust and tears formed fully as she realized she had no alternative - she would give birth to expose herself to this man, if her hereafter was n't to be ruined by him calling the police. A station was not that far away, she would never reach her family 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 handwriting rub her clit.

Ten moment later, dungaree was moaning and writhing, her physical structure spread out completely on the Gunter Wilhelm Grass. Her hand was wet with her juices, her nipples 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 aught more pleasing to an exhibitionist than being outside, with an audience, masturbating. These shadow thoughts had taken over and she had given herself up completely to the raging desires coursing through her eubstance. 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 dick from his shorts and started to furiously beat one out to the hatful of this raw young lady pleasuring herself. Jean guessed he had a wife and this taboo thought sped her on even Thomas More. As she forced her whole clenched fist into her vagina ( a deception it had taken class to accomplish fully ) she kept her eyes fixed on his bulging member, and the two drove themselves to enraged orgasms - jean wished his loggerheaded ropes of cum would set ashore on her. Her mammilla bounced up and down with the strength of her fisting and, after one the heavy 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 shame creep up on her again, crept back to her house. Were there no demarcation to her depravity ?

Despite her misgivings, blue jean eventually returned to the streets at night, after a mere three hebdomad of absence. Unbeknownst to her, however, her adventures would only get right.

To be continued .