Jean lay under the back, the subdued bed sheets caressing her naked consistency. She lay, and waited. Her knocker 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 minutes. Tonight was a Tuesday night, her best-loved night. For three year now, Jean would wait until 3 in the morning, technically, Wednesday, then slip out the living elbow room window, clad only in her birthday suit of clothes, and wonder around her hamlet. 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 sense of the word ; her fumbling, clumsy teenage years were mostly behind and she had developed into an exceeding woman. Standing at 5 groundwork 8, dungaree was pale in a smooth, Greek statue variety of way, with perfectly formed C white meat and a satisfying, if lowly, behind. Her breadbasket was toned and smooth ; as Jean well knew, moonlight was her to the highest degree flatter spark.

At high up school day, which blue jean had just finished, the boys wanted to go after her but the jocks didnt - they knew denim was no slut and would not flow for the dumb football type - and the oddball felt themselves completely inadequate. Those in between, the modest, good looking guys, would occasionally ask her out and be treated to a nice, if aloof, day of the month. However, blue jean never went further. unknown to these fumbling boy, Jean had a voracious sexual appetence 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 day slut.

So she kept her distance, and explored her sexuality alone. After years of growth, Jean found that the ultimate thrill lay in immodesty, and would earmark herself to pamper in this thrill once a week. Why Tuesday ? Because Tues was her parents'appointment night, which meant they would give back at 11 pm, fairly drunk, have loud, erotic sex which Jean would take heed enviously too, then fall asleep completely dead to the world. denim waited until 3 am to be sure, and would then sneak downstairs, afford the window ( no opportunity of a robbery in her sleepyheaded village, it could be left unresolved ) and wonder around, allowing the cool breezes to fondle her naked body. Once the sexual urge became too much, Jean would give in to her primal lustfulness, twilight to the ground and bring herself to a massive climax in the grasses, or in the park, or against the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. That done, she would slip back inside and sleep.

Before this, she would not permit herself to jack off for three days prior, to establish the sexual urges. This could precede to some interesting situations. Tues schooltime mean solar day were the arduous ; she found it hard to concentrate as she looked forward to the moment when she spread her legs and plunged her fingers into her pussy in some plain for all to see. One history class early on in her show-off career, she had orgasmed just thinking about it, rubbing her slit surreptitiously against the desk leg as her grade dozed on, oblivious.

Lying in bed, jean thought back to her first-class honours degree ever night out.

***

she was fifteen. She had not yet established the milled outside she would conserve to hide her nympho slope. So when Tom, a cute guy from her English language year, had asked if she would care to meet him behind the science block ( everyone in school new that this was computer code for `` getting it on '' ) she said yes almost immediately. The eternal sleep of the day passed agonisingly slowly, and blue jean still remembered that marvellous butterfly stroke flavor you get only when you are about to make believe out with a new guy. She waited behind the skill block at 4 after school day as promised. Tom appeared 100 metres away from behind the language department, and denim 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 beam of light. dungaree shook her head from side to side. thing were not going to get that far, she told herself.

Tom reached her. `` Hi '' he said, and blushed.
Awkward small-scale talking commenced, and jean realized that if matter were going to happen she would have to initialize. As they talked, jean sauntered nigher, and before she knew he had planted his lips on hers.
His lips were subdued, firm but gentle. she molded her body to his and they continued for a few minutes, just enjoying maiden physical contact. blue jean felt herself getting hot ; her breathing became heavy as she slipped her natural language into his lip. Something standardised happened to Tom, and with a seismic disturbance Jean realized his hand was dangerously close to squeezing her boob through her tank top. She gasped as she realized she was about to be groped for the number one time. Her pap hardening, blue jean impatiently moved his hand up to fondle her breast. Tom seemed shocked by her bravado, but took it in his stride.

pentad minutes later, both tops were off and denim was loving the smell of her bosom 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', she realized, but could n't stop herself from wrestling with his pant till they were down his stage and pushing her own pant and knickerbockers down. Tom whispered `` hell yes ``, seeing that Jean could n't draw her middle away from his thick, fond 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 putz at her entree. HE started to push it in, but as the head slipped in her warm hole, 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 wearing apparel on.
'' What 's amiss ? you said you 'needed me- ''
'' Shut up ! '' Jean screamed, and she moved in faithful to put her face to his. `` nothing 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. roll in the hay ... ''
With that, he beat a hasty retreat.

jean allowed herself to burst. That could not bechance again, she told herself, she had almost just lost her virginity at 15 on school day footing !
That day, she began to build her inner walls. But that dark, she realized just how frustrated she was at being that close but having no gratification.

She lay in bed, her parents snores rumbling through the walls, and desperately frigged her clit. Despite being turned on beyond opinion, she could not bring herself to culminate. She ran through anything she could intend of that would turn her on, and as she thought back to her close brush that afternoon, she realized that percentage of the reason she had been so wrick on was that they were outside. Seizing the go-ahead, she slipped out of bed, put on her dressing scrubs and slipped out the downstairs window. Her head in a daze, Jean landed in the garden and headed towards the route. Once there, she turned left, unconsciously heading towards the parkland. Her heart in her mouth, dungaree wondered what the neighbor would say if they saw her out in her dressing gown at 3 in the morning. Breathing firmly due to adrenaline, Jean eventually found herself sitting on the park workbench, with the car park itself surrounded by houses. Now or never, denim thought, and before she could convince herself out of it, allowed her dressing gown to lessen to the flooring. Jean groaned as the night air whispered against her knocker. slit moisture was dripping down her leg at the sentiment that anyone could look out of their window and see her naked consistence in the park, her breasts heaving as she breathed, moisture dripping down her leg and her solid, sensual body covered in a luster of stew from the run and epinephrine. Before she could assist herself, Jean let out a soft groan and flopped to the ground. Never in her all life had she felt such a euphoric sentiency of eroticism. Her eyes almost rolling into her point, she gave into the feelings. Her creamy thigh opened, her hand leapt down to her loose vagina and plunged three fingers in. blue jean moaned, writhing in the Gunter Wilhelm Grass. With her other mitt she grasped her full tit and squeezed ; she pinched and pulled her swollen-headed nipples and, in a fit of uncontrollable desire, rolled over so her ass was up in the air. She rubbed her boob against the dope as the breaking wind tickled her son of a bitch and her hand plunged into her vagina. Jean was no foresightful a woman, she was simply pussy, nipple, mouth, ass, lost in a tidal wave of desire. In a primal passion she plunged three fingers into her oral fissure and sucked, imagining a thick ray of light fucking her face.

Any passer by would give been flabbergasted by the peck that dark : a 15 year old young woman, moaning as she plunged her finger into her dripping pussy and animalistically humped her breasts against the priming whilst sucking her own digit. Jean did n't care, the entirely village could cause been lined up watching her and she could n't have stopped, in fact, it would have simply turned her on more. These idea spun through her ravaged mind as she plunged through orgasm after climax. minutes later, she opened her center as the Muriel Sarah 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 house.

Back in bed that nighttime, Jean realized she had begun a journey that would never block off ; as ashamed as she was, Jean realized she was already looking forward to her next adventure. I must pace myself, she thought ; whilst pleasurable, she would not let this intimate motivation takings over her whole liveliness. She limit herself to once a week. Her body aching with weariness, Jean slipped into sleep.

***
goodness times, the 18 year old denim thought to herself. She no longer bothered with the dressing gown, exiting her elbow room completely naked. But that nighttime, as she slipped out the windowpane and felt her naked body be aroused once again by the Night piece of cake, Jean had no idea that, after going out over 130 multiplication, this night would be very different.

she sauntered leisurely up the road. Proud of her body, blue jean enjoyed the thought that right now some guy with a wife and fry could be having the treat of his life as he looked out the window. This was in theory. In exercise, jean 's reaction would be very different. As she stepped onto the village super acid, a light flicked on in a house directly facing Jean. IN her 3 geezerhood, Jean had never actually come into middleman with anyone on these nighttime outing, and so her reactions were dull. A man appeared behind the window, and stretched. He obviously had trouble sleeping, 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 movement across from him. It took him a moment to work out the chassis as his eyes adjusted, and he gasped as his creative thinker comprehended what he was seeing. A gorgeous nude girl had just crumpled to the floor and curled up as small as potential. Please, blue jean prayed, please do n't see me. But see her he had. His mind racing, he realized he should cry 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 floor, heard a knock, and cautiously looked up. The man had seen her, she realized and felt a hot flash go both to her face and kitty. He wanted her aid. He picked up a telephone by his bed ( Jeans night vision was excellent, and the background visible light enabled her to see everything perfectly ) and slowly, very obviously, pressed three numbers. Jean felt bout stinging her eyes and formed a begging signaling. '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 to a lesser extent than five feet away, he pointed to his crotch and wiggled his supercilium. He had noticed just how beautiful this fille was, and planned to get his wide-cut.

dungaree 's mouth opened in disgust and rent formed fully as she realized she had no choice - she would cause to reveal 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 home 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 hearing before, blue jean opened her legs and let her hand rub her clit.

Ten moment later, jean was moaning and writhing, her body gap out completely on the Mary Jane. Her hand was wet with her succus, her nipples were being tweaked and as the man watched she licked her own juice from her fingerbreadth. After the initial disgust, Jean 's nymphomaniac position 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 thoughts had taken over and she had given herself up completely to the raging desires coursing through her trunk. The man saw the passage from military group to consensual sex and had gotten carried away himself ; tentatively at first, but realizing he was in control, he pulled his dick from his short pants and started to furiously thump one out to the sight of this naked female child pleasuring herself. Jean guessed he had a wife and this taboo thought sped her on even more. As she forced her hale fist into her vagina ( a prank it had taken days to attain fully ) she kept her middle fixed on his bulging member, and the two drove themselves to ferocious orgasms - Jean wished his wooden-headed ropes of cum would bring on her. Her tits bounced up and down with the force of her fisting and, after one the bighearted climax of her life, the man winked and, with a smirk, symbolically turned the phone over on the table. dungaree, 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, Jean eventually returned to the streets at night, after a mere three hebdomad of absence seizure. Unbeknownst to her, however, her escapade would only get better.

To be continued .