Jean lay under the covers, the soft bed sheets caressing her naked body. She lay, and waited. Her breasts ached, her nipple begged for attention.Further down, she was as wet as she had ever been. And yet, she did not admit her helping hand to move from the bed. Only five Sir Thomas More minutes. Tonight was a Tues night, her favourite dark. For three geezerhood now, Jean would look until 3 in the morning, technically, Wednesday, then slip out the living room windowpane, clad only in her natal day suit, and wonder around her village. jean had had 3 eld to derive to terms with her immodesty ; 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 mother wit of the Good Book ; her fumbling, bunglesome teenage twelvemonth were mostly behind and she had developed into an exceptional woman. Standing at 5 foundation 8, Jean was pale in a smooth, Hellenic statue kind of way, with perfectly formed C breasts and a satisfying, if modest, behind. Her stomach was toned and smooth ; as denim well knew, moonlight was her most flattering luminosity.

At high-pitched schoolhouse, which blue jean had just finished, the male child wanted to go after her but the supporter didnt - they knew Jean was no strumpet and would not descend for the dumb football type - and the eccentric person felt themselves completely poor. Those in between, the pocket-size, adept looking guys, would occasionally ask her out and be treated to a nice, if upstage, date. However, Jean never went further. unsung to these fumbling male child, Jean had a ravenous 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 descend into the shoal slattern.

So she kept her distance, and explored her gender alone. After years of development, Jean found that the ultimate shudder lay in exhibitionism, and would admit herself to indulge in this quiver once a week. Why Tuesday ? Because tuesday was her parents'date night, which meant they would return at 11 pm, fairly drunk, have loud, erotic sex which dungaree would listen enviously too, then fall asleep completely idle to the world. denim waited until 3 am to be sure as shooting, and would then mouse downstairs, unfold the window ( no hazard of a robbery in her sleepy settlement, it could be left unresolved ) and wonder around, allowing the cool picnic to caress her naked body. Once the sexual urge became too much, denim would make in to her primal lustfulness, fall to the primer coat and bring herself to a massive orgasm in the grasses, or in the park, or against the tree. That done, she would err back inside and rest.

Before this, she would not permit herself to wank for three days prior, to build the sexual urges. This could guide to some concern situation. Tuesday school day days were the hardest ; she found it hard to digest as she looked forward to the moment when she spread her legs and plunged her fingers into her puss in some field for all to see. One history year early on in her exhibitionist career, she had orgasmed just thinking about it, rubbing her pussycat 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 polished exterior she would maintain to cover her nympho side. So when Tom, a cute guy from her english class, had asked if she would like to cope with him behind the science block ( everyone in school new that this was codification for `` getting it on '' ) she said yes almost immediately. The rest of the day passed agonisingly slowly, and Jean still remembered that wonderful butterfly flavor you get only when you are about to progress to out with a new guy. She waited behind the skill block at 4 after schoolhouse as promised. Tom appeared 100 metres away from behind the language department, and Jean loved the tension as he slowly walked toward her. Her slit 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 hard shaft. Jean shook her head from side to side. Things were not going to get that far, she told herself.

Tom reached her. `` Hi '' he said, and blushed.
Awkward minuscule lecture commenced, and jean realized that if affair were going to happen she would birth to initialize. As they talked, jean sauntered skinny, and before she knew he had planted his lips on hers.
His lips were flaccid, firm but gentle. she molded her body to his and they continued for a few minutes, just enjoying first base liaison. dungaree felt herself getting hot ; her breathing became heavy as she slipped her glossa into his rima oris. Something interchangeable happened to Tom, and with a shock jean realized his hand was dangerously skinny to squeezing her white meat through her tank top. She gasped as she realized she was about to be groped for the low time. Her nipples hardening, denim impatiently moved his helping hand up to caress her breast. Tom seemed offend by her bravado, but took it in his stride.

Five minutes later, both tops were off and jean was loving the tactile property of her breast mashing against his warm body.They fell to the floor, and Jean gasped as she felt his bulge on her thigh .'I 'm losing control', she realized, but could n't barricade herself from wrestling with his trouser till they were down his peg and pushing her own pant and knickers down. Tom whispered `` hell yes ``, seeing that blue jean could n't pull her eyes away from his thick, warm pole. She grabbed his tool, loving the feel of it, and pumped up and down.
'' I need you inside me '' she gasped, and he obliged by placing his hawkshaw at her entrance. 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 judgment 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 skinny to put her fount to his. `` nothing happened, we made out for a bit then went place. OK ? if you ever secern 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.

Jean allowed herself to collapse. That could not materialise again, she told herself, she had almost just lost her virginity at 15 on shoal grounds !
That day, she began to build her inner walls. But that nighttime, 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 bulwark, and desperately frigged her clit. Despite being turned on beyond notion, she could not make for herself to climax. She ran through anything she could think of that would turn her on, and as she thought back to her closing curtain meeting that good afternoon, she realized that part of the reason she had been so turned on was that they were outdoor. Seizing the first step, she slipped out of bed, put on her dressing gown and slipped out the downstairs window. Her judgement in a haze, jean landed in the garden and headed towards the road. Once there, she turned left, unconsciously heading towards the ballpark. Her heart in her mouth, Jean wondered what the neighbour 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 bench, with the car park itself surrounded by family. Now or never, Jean thought, and before she could convince herself out of it, allowed her dressing gown to hang to the floor. denim groaned as the night air whispered against her breasts. pussy moisture was dripping down her leg at the thought that anyone could depend out of their windowpane and see her nude trunk in the park, her breasts heaving as she breathed, moisture dripping down her leg and her whole, sensual trunk covered in a shininess 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-time had she felt such a euphoric sense of eroticism. Her eyes almost rolling into her head, she gave into the feelings. Her creamy thighs opened, her handwriting leapt down to her outdoors vagina and plunged three digit in. blue jean moaned, writhing in the grass. With her early paw 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 mamilla against the pasturage as the wind tickled her arsehole and her manus plunged into her vagina. Jean was no longer a woman, she was simply pussy, tits, mouth, ass, lost in a tidal wave of desire. In a primal rage she plunged three fingers into her sassing and sucked, imagining a thick quill fucking her face.

Any forward passer by would feature been flabbergasted by the sight that Night : a 15 year old young lady, moaning as she plunged her finger into her dripping pussy and animalistically humped her breasts against the ground whilst sucking her own fingers. Jean did n't care, the totally hamlet 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 ravaged thinker as she plunged through coming after orgasm. Minutes later, she opened her eyes as the 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 home.

vertebral column in bed that night, Jean realized she had begun a journey that would never stop ; as ashamed as she was, Jean realized she was already looking forward to her succeeding adventure. I must stride myself, she thought ; whilst enjoyable, she would not let this intimate penury return over her unit living. She limit herself to once a workweek. Her consistency aching with tiredness, Jean slipped into sleep.

***
commodity times, the 18 year old blue jean thought to herself. She no longer bothered with the dressing gown, exiting her room completely nude. But that night, as she slipped out the window and felt her au naturel dead body be aroused once again by the Night snap, Jean had no theme that, after going out over 130 times, this night would be very different.

she sauntered leisurely up the route. Proud of her body, dungaree enjoyed the thought that right now some guy with a wife and Thomas Kid could be having the treat of his animation as he looked out the window. This was in hypothesis. In drill, Jean 's response would be very unlike. As she stepped onto the hamlet green, a light source flicked on in a theatre directly facing Jean. IN her 3 geezerhood, Jean had never actually come into liaison with anyone on these night junket, and so her chemical reaction were sluggish. A man appeared behind the window, and stretched. He obviously had bother 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 social movement across from him. It took him a moment to solve out the configuration as his eye adjusted, and he gasped as his judgement comprehended what he was seeing. A gorgeous naked girl had just crumpled to the floor and curled up as small as possible. Please, dungaree prayed, delight do n't see me. But see her he had. His brain racing, he realized he should call the police force, 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 bang go both to her aspect and pussycat. He wanted her attention. He picked up a sound by his bed ( jean night imaginativeness was fantabulous, and the background signal light enabled her to see everything perfectly ) and slowly, very obviously, pressed three numbers. Jean felt teardrop stinging her center and formed a beg signal. 'Ill do anything', she mouthed. Whether or not the man saw this message was indecipherable, but he smirked as he realized he had her exactly where he wanted her. His wife sleeping LE than five feet away, he pointed to his crotch and wiggled his eyebrows. He had noticed just how beautiful this young lady was, and planned to get his full.

Jean 's mouth opened in disgust and split formed fully as she realized she had no option - she would get to exhibit herself to this man, if her future was n't to be ruined by him calling the police force. A place was not that far away, she would never reach her theater in prison term, and the man knew it. Stifling a sob, She reluctantly lay down on the pasturage, 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 button.

Ten proceedings later, jean was moaning and writhing, her body spread out completely on the pasturage. Her helping hand was wet with her juices, her nipples were being tweaked and as the man watched she licked her own succus from her finger. After the initial disgust, Jean 's nympho English had taken over and she had realized that there is nothing more pleasing to an exhibitionist than being exterior, with an audience, masturbating. These colored 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 dick from his shorts and started to furiously beat one out to the stack of this naked girl 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 trick it had taken geezerhood to reach fully ) she kept her eyes fixed on his bulging member, and the two drove themselves to raging orgasms - Jean wished his chummy ropes of cum would land on her. Her nipple bounced up and down with the strength of her fisting and, after one the biggest 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 planetary house. Were there no limits to her depravation ?

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

To be continued .