dungaree lay under the covers, the soft bed canvas caressing her bare physical structure. 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 move from the bed. Only five More hour. Tonight was a tuesday nighttime, her best-loved night. For three eld now, Jean would hold off until 3 in the first light, technically, Wednesday, then slip out the life way window, clad only in her birthday suit of clothes, and wonder around her hamlet. Jean had had 3 days to come to term with her immodesty ; she no longer felt ashamed, nor did she find particularly dying of her parents discovering her. At 18 class old, jean was mature in every gumption of the Word ; her fumbling, clumsy teenage year were mostly behind and she had developed into an exceptional woman. Standing at 5 understructure 8, dungaree was pale in a smooth, greek statue form of way, with perfectly formed C chest and a satisfying, if mild, behind. Her stomach was toned and smooth ; as jean well knew, moonlight was her about flattering light.

At 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 fall for the dumb football game type - and the geeks felt themselves completely unequal. Those in between, the minor, effective looking bozo, would occasionally ask her out and be treated to a nice, if distant, particular date. However, denim never went further. Unknown to these fumbling male child, Jean had a voracious sexual appetency hidden beneath a smooth outside. She was afraid that, if some guy got that far, that this side would be exposed and she would descend into the school strumpet.

So she kept her distance, and explored her gender alone. After year of ontogeny, Jean found that the ultimate thrill lay in exhibitionism, and would tolerate herself to indulge in this shiver once a week. Why Tuesday ? Because Tuesday was her parents'date night, which meant they would return at 11 pm, fairly drunkard, have loud, titillating sex which Jean would take heed enviously too, then fall asleep completely drained to the humanity. Jean 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 open ) and wonder around, allowing the cool breezes to fondle her naked body. Once the sexual urge became too lots, Jean would move over in to her primal lust, descent to the ground and bring herself to a massive coming in the grasses, or in the park, or against the trees. That done, she would slip back inside and slumber.

Before this, she would not countenance herself to jerk off for three solar day prior, to build the sexual itch. This could lead to some concern situations. Tues school years were the hardest ; she found it hard to concentrate as she looked forward to the bit when she spread her branch and plunged her fingers into her pussy in some field for all to see. One history class early on in her exhibitionist career, she had orgasmed just thinking about it, rubbing her puss surreptitiously against the desk leg as her class dozed on, oblivious.

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

***

she was fifteen. She had not yet established the milled exterior she would keep to conceal her nympho side. So when Tom, a cute guy from her english class, had asked if she would like to fulfil him behind the science 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 stroke feeling you get only when you are about to hit out with a new guy. She waited behind the scientific discipline stoppage at 4 after school as promised. Tom appeared 100 m away from behind the words section, and jean loved the tension as he slowly walked toward her. Her pussy dripped as she realised he was probarbly visualising her au naturel ; perhaps being pounded from behing as her pap bounced up and down ; perhaps she was on top, screaming as she rode his arduous shaft. denim shook her forefront from incline 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 jean realized that if things were going to happen she would make to initialize. As they talked, Jean sauntered closer, and before she knew he had planted his rim on hers.
His lips were mild, firm but gentle. she molded her eubstance to his and they continued for a few minutes, just enjoying 1st tangency. Jean felt herself getting hot ; her breathing became grievous as she slipped her lingua into his back talk. Something similar happened to Tom, and with a shock Jean realized his helping hand was dangerously close to squeezing her tit through her tank top. She gasped as she realized she was about to be groped for the first metre. Her nipples hardening, denim impatiently moved his hand up to caress her breast. Tom seemed shocked by her bravado, but took it in his stride.

Five minutes later, both meridian were off and jean was loving the flavour of her tit mashing against his warm body.They fell to the base, and Jean gasped as she felt his gibbosity on her thigh .'I 'm losing dominance', 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 pull out her eye away from his thick, warm Pole. She grabbed his dick, loving the smell of it, and pumped up and down.
'' I need you inside me '' she gasped, and he obliged by placing his putz at her entrance. HE started to crusade it in, but as the school principal slipped in her lovesome hole, denim gasped.
'' NO ! '' she screamed and crawled away from him backwards. Scrambling to put her wearing 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 wrongly ? you said you 'needed me- ''
'' Shut up ! '' dungaree screamed, and she moved in close to put her face to his. `` nothing happened, we made out for a bit then went plate. OK ? if you ever tell anyone what really happened I swear I will evidence 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 retirement.

blue jean allowed herself to fall in. That could not materialize again, she told herself, she had almost just lost her virginity at 15 on schooling grounds !
That day, she began to progress her inner paries. But that Nox, she realized just how thwart 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 belief, she could not bring in herself to climax. She ran through anything she could consider of that would turn her on, and as she thought back to her shut down encounter that good afternoon, she realized that part of the reason she had been so turned on was that they were outside. Seizing the initiative, she slipped out of bed, put on her dressing nightie 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 parking area. Her nub in her mouth, dungaree wondered what the neighbors would say if they saw her out in her dressing gown at 3 in the morn. respiration hard due to adrenaline, blue jean eventually found herself sitting on the car park work 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 strike to the floor. Jean groaned as the nighttime air whispered against her breasts. Pussy wet was dripping down her leg at the thought that anyone could look out of their window and see her nude body in the park, her breasts heaving as she breathed, moisture dripping down her leg and her whole, sensual torso covered in a lustre of stew from the run and adrenaline. Before she could help herself, Jean let out a sonant moan and flopped to the basis. Never in her whole life had she felt such a euphoric sense of sexiness. Her eyes almost rolling into her head word, she gave into the feelings. Her creamy thighs opened, her hand leapt down to her unresolved 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 nipples and, in a fit of uncontrollable 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 mitt plunged into her vagina. blue jean was no longer a woman, she was simply kitty, tits, backtalk, ass, lost in a tidal wave of desire. In a primal passion she plunged three digit into her mouth and sucked, imagining a thick shaft fucking her face.

Any passer by would have been flabbergasted by the sight that night : a 15 yr old girl, moaning as she plunged her fingerbreadth into her dripping pussy and animalistically humped her titty against the reason whilst sucking her own finger. denim did n't care, the unharmed village could throw been lined up watching her and she could n't make stopped, in fact, it would have simply turned her on more. These thoughts spun through her ravaged nous as she plunged through orgasm after orgasm. min later, she opened her eyes as the Muriel Sarah 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 night-robe and glancing nervously around, quickly ran back home.

book binding in bed that Night, blue jean realized she had begun a journey that would never quit ; as ashamed as she was, Jean realized she was already looking forward to her next escapade. I must rate myself, she thought ; whilst enjoyable, she would not let this sexual penury payoff over her whole life. She limit herself to once a week. Her body aching with weariness, denim slipped into sleep.

***
Good times, the 18 year old blue jean opinion to herself. She no longer bothered with the dressing scrubs, exiting her room completely naked. But that Nox, as she slipped out the window and felt her naked body be aroused once again by the dark snap, Jean had no idea that, after going out over 130 times, this dark would be very different.

she sauntered leisurely up the road. Proud of her organic structure, Jean enjoyed the thought that right now some guy with a wife and kids could be having the treat of his animation as he looked out the windowpane. This was in theory. In practice, denim 's reaction would be very different. As she stepped onto the small town park, a light flicked on in a house directly facing dungaree. IN her 3 years, Jean had never actually come into contact with anyone on these night outings, and so her reactions were sluggish. A man appeared behind the window, and stretched. He obviously had problem sleeping, and found the Nox air cooling after the uncomfortable heat under the covers. He leaned out of the window. As he did so, he noticed a movement across from him. It took him a present moment to work out the SHAPE as his eyes adjusted, and he gasped as his thinker comprehended what he was seeing. A gorgeous bare girl had just crumpled to the floor and curled up as pocket-sized as possible. Please, Jean prayed, please do n't see me. But see her he had. His mind racing, he realized he should shout out 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 storey, heard a knocking, 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 ( Jeans dark vision was fantabulous, and the background light enabled her to see everything perfectly ) and slowly, very obviously, pressed three Book of Numbers. Jean felt tears stinging her eyes and formed a solicit sign. '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 wife sleeping less than five animal foot away, he pointed to his genital organ and wiggled his eyebrows. He had noticed just how beautiful this female child was, and planned to get his full.

Jean 's backtalk opened in disgust and tears formed fully as she realized she had no choice - she would feature to expose 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 gain her house in clip, 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 stage and let her hand rub her clitoris.

Ten transactions later, blue jean was moaning and writhing, her dead body spread out completely on the pasturage. Her hand was wet with her succus, her mamilla were being tweaked and as the man watched she licked her own juices from her finger's breadth. After the initial disgust, Jean 's nympho side had taken over and she had realized that there is nada more pleasing to an flasher than being out-of-door, 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 conversion from force to consensual sex and had gotten carried away himself ; tentatively at starting time, but realizing he was in ascendency, he pulled his dick from his shorts and started to furiously beat one out to the mass of this naked lady friend pleasuring herself. Jean guessed he had a wife and this tabu thought sped her on even More. As she forced her whole fist into her vagina ( a magic it had taken long time to accomplish fully ) she kept her middle fixed on his bulging appendage, and the two drove themselves to fierce orgasm - Jean wished his thick ropes of cum would bring on her. Her tits bounced up and down with the force of her fisting and, after one the biggest sexual climax 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 limits to her depravity ?

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

To be continued .