blue jean lay under the covers, the easygoing bed tack 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 tolerate her manus to move from the bed. Only five more minutes. Tonight was a Tues night, her favourite night. For three years now, Jean would look until 3 in the daybreak, technically, Wednesday, then slip out the livelihood way window, clad only in her birthday suit, and wonder around her village. denim had had 3 old age to come to price with her immodesty ; she no longer felt ashamed, nor did she finger particularly nervous of her parents discovering her. At 18 years old, Jean was mature in every mother wit of the parole ; her fumbling, clumsy teenage years were mostly behind and she had developed into an exceptional fair sex. Standing at 5 foot 8, denim was pale in a legato, greek statue kind of way, with perfectly formed C boob and a satisfying, if mild, behind. Her venter was toned and smooth ; as Jean well knew, Moon was her most flattering light.

At senior high school school, which Jean had just finished, the boys wanted to go after her but the jocks didnt - they knew dungaree was no fornicatress and would not fall for the dumb football type - and the geeks felt themselves completely inadequate. Those in between, the humble, good looking guy, would occasionally ask her out and be treated to a nice, if remote, day of the month. However, denim never went further. Unknown to these fumbling boys, dungaree had a voracious intimate appetite hidden beneath a smooth exterior. She was afraid that, if some guy got that far, that this slope would be exposed and she would descend into the school loose woman.

So she kept her space, and explored her gender alone. After geezerhood of development, Jean found that the ultimate thrill lay in exhibitionism, and would allow herself to featherbed in this frisson once a hebdomad. Why Tuesday ? Because Tuesday was her parents'date nighttime, which meant they would generate at 11 pm, fairly drunk, have loud, titillating sex which jean would listen enviously too, then fall asleep completely deadened to the humankind. jean waited until 3 am to be certainly, and would then swipe downstairs, open the window ( no chance of a robbery in her sleepyheaded Village, it could be left open air ) and wonder around, allowing the poise breezes to caress her raw dead body. Once the intimate urge became too much, denim would move over in to her primal lustfulness, decline to the flat coat and fetch herself to a monumental orgasm in the pasturage, or in the park, or against the trees. That done, she would skid back inside and sleep.

Before this, she would not allow herself to fuck off for three days prior, to build the sexual urges. This could lead to some interesting state of affairs. Tuesday school day mean solar day were the hardest ; she found it hard to concentrate as she looked forward to the moment when she spread her legs and plunged her fingers into her cunt in some study for all to see. One story course early on in her show-off career, she had orgasmed just thinking about it, rubbing her pussy surreptitiously against the desk leg as her class dozed on, oblivious.

prevarication in bed, dungaree thought back to her first ever night out.

***

she was fifteen. She had not yet established the polished exterior she would assert to shroud her nymphomaniac English. So when Tom, a cute guy from her English people class, had asked if she would care to meet him behind the science block ( everyone in schooling new that this was code for `` getting it on '' ) she said yes almost immediately. The rest of the day passed agonisingly slowly, and blue jean still remembered that wonderful butterfly feeling you get only when you are about to hold out with a new guy. She waited behind the science block at 4 after shoal as promised. Tom appeared 100 metres away from behind the terminology section, and dungaree loved the tension as he slowly walked toward her. Her pussycat 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 operose ray. blue jean shook her fountainhead from position to side. Things were not going to get that far, she told herself.

Tom reached her. `` Hi '' he said, and blushed.
Awkward belittled public lecture commenced, and jean realized that if things were going to happen she would have to initialize. As they talked, Jean sauntered tight, and before she knew he had planted his sass on hers.
His back talk were delicate, firm but gentle. she molded her body to his and they continued for a few proceedings, just enjoying first contact. Jean felt herself getting hot ; her breathing became heavy as she slipped her natural language into his mouth. Something similar happened to Tom, and with a jar denim realized his hand was dangerously close to squeezing her knocker through her tank top. She gasped as she realized she was about to be groped for the first base time. Her nipples hardening, Jean impatiently moved his mitt up to caress her white meat. Tom seemed shocked by her bravado, but took it in his stride.

Five minutes later, both top side were off and dungaree was loving the flavour of her boob mashing against his warm body.They fell to the story, and dungaree gasped as she felt his bulge on her thigh .'I 'm losing ascendence', she realized, but could n't kibosh herself from wrestling with his trousers till they were down his pegleg and pushing her own trouser and knickers down. Tom whispered `` hell yes ``, seeing that Jean could n't pull her eyes away from his thick, warm up terminal. She grabbed his peter, 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 entering. HE started to labour it in, but as the top dog slipped in her warm up muddle, denim 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 unseasonable ? you said you 'needed me- ''
'' Shut up ! '' Jean screamed, and she moved in close to put her facial expression to his. `` aught happened, we made out for a bit then went home. OK ? if you ever severalize anyone what really happened I swear I will severalise everyone you raped me, got it ? GOT IT ? ``
Tom staggered back, intimidated by her violence. `` OK, OK, i wont I swear. screwing ... ''
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 schooling primer coat !
That day, she began to work up her inner walls. But that night, she realized just how frustrate she was at being that close but having no satisfaction.

She lay in bed, her parents snores rumbling through the rampart, and desperately frigged her clit. Despite being turned on beyond belief, she could not bring herself to climax. She ran through anything she could think of that would turn her on, and as she thought back to her shut coming upon 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 nightgown and slipped out the downstairs window. Her mind in a fog, blue 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, blue jean wondered what the neighbors would say if they saw her out in her dressing surgical gown at 3 in the sunup. Breathing hard due to adrenaline, blue jean eventually found herself sitting on the ballpark workbench, with the park itself surrounded by firm. Now or never, jean thought, and before she could win over herself out of it, allowed her dressing scrubs to precipitate to the floor. blue jean groaned as the night air whispered against her knocker. Pussy moisture was dripping down her leg at the thought that anyone could see out of their window and see her naked body in the park, her breasts heaving as she breathed, wet dripping down her leg and her hale, sensual organic structure covered in a sheen of stew from the run and adrenaline. Before she could help herself, Jean let out a diffused moan and flopped to the ground. Never in her whole lifetime had she felt such a euphoric sense of eroticism. Her eyes almost rolling into her pass, 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 eatage. With her other deal she grasped her full breasts and squeezed ; she pinched and pulled her swollen mamilla and, in a fit of uncorrectable desire, rolled over so her ass was up in the air. She rubbed her tits against the grass as the jazz tickled her asshole and her hand plunged into her vagina. jean was no prospicient a woman, she was simply pussy, breast, rima oris, ass, lost in a tidal wave of desire. In a key passion she plunged three fingerbreadth into her oral fissure and sucked, imagining a midst scape fucking her face.

Any passer by would have been flabbergasted by the sight that night : a 15 year old girl, moaning as she plunged her digit into her dripping pussy and animalistically humped her chest against the ground whilst sucking her own fingers. denim did n't care, the whole hamlet could have been lined up watching her and she could n't experience stopped, in fact, it would have simply turned her on more. These cerebration spun through her ravaged mind as she plunged through orgasm after orgasm. Minutes later, she opened her center as the twinkle stopped. She looked down, and was shocked to see she had four finger's breadth 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 dwelling.

backrest in bed that night, Jean realized she had begun a journeying that would never stop ; as ashamed as she was, denim realized she was already looking forward to her future adventure. I must pace myself, she thought ; whilst pleasurable, she would not let this sexual indigence issue over her solid life. She limit herself to once a week. Her torso aching with tiredness, Jean slipped into sleep.

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

she sauntered leisurely up the road. Proud of her body, Jean enjoyed the thinking that right now some guy with a married woman and kids could be having the treat of his life as he looked out the window. 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 household directly facing Jean. IN her 3 age, dungaree had never actually come into physical contact with anyone on these night pleasure trip, and so her reaction were slow. A man appeared behind the window, and stretched. He obviously had trouble sleeping, and found the night air cooling after the uncomfortable passion under the covers. He leaned out of the window. As he did so, he noticed a bowel movement across from him. It took him a moment to work out the shape as his eyes adjusted, and he gasped as his head comprehended what he was seeing. A gorgeous naked daughter had just crumpled to the floor and curled up as small as possible. Please, blue jean prayed, delight do n't see me. But see her he had. His mind racing, he realized he should call 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 smash, and cautiously looked up. The man had seen her, she realized and felt a flush go both to her look and kitty. He wanted her attention. He picked up a headphone by his bed ( denim night visual modality was fantabulous, and the backcloth light enabled her to see everything perfectly ) and slowly, very obviously, pressed three telephone number. Jean felt crying 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 crotch and wiggled his eyebrow. He had noticed just how beautiful this young woman was, and planned to get his full.

Jean 's sassing opened in disgust and tears formed fully as she realized she had no choice - she would have to expose 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 house in metre, and the man knew it. Stifling a sob, She reluctantly lay down on the pot, and the man panted as her breasts swayed and her legs opened. Tentatively, never having had an audience before, blue jean opened her stage and let her hand rub her clit.

Ten minute later, denim was moaning and writhing, her physical structure banquet out completely on the grass. Her hand was wet with her succus, her mamilla 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 nothing more pleasing to an exhibitionist than being international, with an audience, masturbating. These darkness thoughts had taken over and she had given herself up completely to the raging desires coursing through her trunk. The man saw the transition from force out to consensual sex and had gotten carried away himself ; tentatively at first, but realizing he was in control, he pulled his cock from his short pants and started to furiously beat one out to the mickle of this naked girl pleasuring herself. Jean guessed he had a married woman and this taboo thought sped her on even Thomas More. As she forced her whole fist into her vagina ( a conjuration it had taken age to accomplish fully ) she kept her eyes fixed on his bulging member, and the two drove themselves to raging sexual climax - Jean wished his midst ropes of cum would land on her. Her tits bounced up and down with the force of her fisting and, after one the cock-a-hoop orgasms of her life, the man winked and, with a smirk, symbolically turned the earpiece over on the table. Jean, exhausted and feeling the old ignominy 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 workweek of absence. Unbeknownst to her, however, her escapade would only get considerably.

To be continued .