Jean lay under the covering, the soft bed sheets caressing her naked body. 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 locomote from the bed. Only five more minute. Tonight was a tuesday dark, her pet night. For three years now, jean would hold off until 3 in the morning, technically, Wed, then slip out the keep room window, clad only in her birthday lawsuit, and wonder around her village. denim had had 3 yr to come to condition with her exhibitionism ; she no longer felt ashamed, nor did she experience particularly anxious of her parents discovering her. At 18 years old, Jean was mature in every mother wit of the word ; her fumbling, clumsy teenage yr were mostly behind and she had developed into an exceptional woman. Standing at 5 foot 8, Jean was pale in a suave, greek statue variety of way, with perfectly formed C breasts and a satisfying, if modest, behind. Her stomach was toned and smooth ; as Jean well knew, moonlight was her nearly flattering Light.

At high school, which denim 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 type - and the eccentric person felt themselves completely poor. Those in between, the modest, good looking guys, would occasionally ask her out and be treated to a prissy, if distant, date. However, dungaree never went further. unnamed to these fumbling male child, Jean had a ravenous 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 adulteress.

So she kept her length, and explored her sex alone. After years of evolution, blue jean found that the ultimate thrill lay in exhibitionism, and would allow herself to coddle in this thrill once a calendar week. Why Tuesday ? Because Tues was her parents'appointment night, which meant they would retort at 11 pm, fairly rummy, have loud, titillating sex which dungaree would mind enviously too, then strike asleep completely deadened to the world. blue jean waited until 3 am to be sure as shooting, and would then filch downstairs, open the window ( no fortune of a looting in her sleepy village, it could be left surface ) and wonder around, allowing the cool off breezes to fondle her naked torso. Once the sexual urge became too a good deal, Jean would give in to her key lust, downfall to the primer and lend herself to a massive sexual climax in the green goddess, or in the park, or against the trees. That done, she would slip back inside and sleep.

Before this, she would not allow herself to masturbate for three twenty-four hours prior, to work up the intimate impulse. This could lead to some occupy situation. Tues school days 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 pussy in some landing field for all to see. One history class early on in her exhibitionist career, she had orgasmed just thinking about it, rubbing her slit surreptitiously against the desk leg as her socio-economic class dozed on, oblivious.

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

***

she was XV. She had not yet established the polished exterior she would maintain to hide her nympho side. So when Tom, a cunning guy from her side class, had asked if she would like to meet him behind the science mental block ( everyone in schoolhouse 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 spirit you get only when you are about to make believe out with a new guy. She waited behind the science block at 4 after schoolhouse as promised. Tom appeared 100 m away from behind the words section, and Jean loved the stress as he slowly walked toward her. Her pussy dripped as she realised he was probarbly visualising her bare ; perhaps being pounded from behing as her teat bounced up and down ; perhaps she was on top, screaming as she rode his hard shaft. dungaree shook her heading from side of meat to side. Things were not going to get that far, she told herself.

Tom reached her. `` Hi '' he said, and blushed.
Awkward low public lecture commenced, and jean realized that if affair were going to take place she would have to initialise. As they talked, jean sauntered close, and before she knew he had planted his brim on hers.
His rim were soft, firm but gentle. she molded her body to his and they continued for a few proceedings, just enjoying initiative impinging. Jean felt herself getting hot ; her breathing became cloggy as she slipped her tongue into his oral fissure. Something exchangeable happened to Tom, and with a daze Jean realized his hand was dangerously close to squeezing her breasts through her tank top. She gasped as she realized she was about to be groped for the maiden time. Her nipples hardening, Jean 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 round top were off and jean was loving the feel of her breasts mashing against his warm body.They fell to the flooring, and blue jean gasped as she felt his hump on her thigh .'I 'm losing controller', she realized, but could n't stop herself from wrestling with his pant till they were down his branch and pushing her own trouser and knickers down. Tom whispered `` hell yes ``, seeing that blue jean could n't root for her eyes away from his thick, warm Pole. She grabbed his hawkshaw, 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 entranceway. HE started to crusade it in, but as the point slipped in her ardent hole, blue 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 dress on.
'' What 's untimely ? you said you 'needed me- ''
'' Shut up ! '' blue jean screamed, and she moved in close to put her face to his. `` nothing happened, we made out for a bit then went home. OK ? if you ever recount 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.

denim allowed herself to collapse. That could not materialise again, she told herself, she had almost just lost her virginity at 15 on schooling land !
That day, she began to build her inner rampart. But that night, she realized just how rag 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 bring herself to climax. She ran through anything she could recall of that would turn her on, and as she thought back to her close clash that afternoon, she realized that part of the grounds she had been so change state on was that they were outside. Seizing the initiative, she slipped out of bed, put on her dressing night-robe and slipped out the downstairs windowpane. Her judgment in a fog, Jean landed in the garden and headed towards the route. Once there, she turned left, unconsciously heading towards the park. Her pith in her oral fissure, denim 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 Bench, with the parkland itself surrounded by houses. Now or never, jean thought, and before she could win over herself out of it, allowed her dressing gown to pass to the trading floor. denim groaned as the night air whispered against her breast. Pussy moisture was dripping down her leg at the sentiment that anyone could await out of their windowpane and see her defenseless body in the park, her breasts heaving as she breathed, wet dripping down her leg and her whole, sensual consistence covered in a luster of exertion from the run and epinephrin. Before she could help herself, Jean let out a piano groan and flopped to the ground. Never in her unhurt life had she felt such a euphoric sense of erotism. Her eyes almost rolling into her head, she gave into the notion. Her creamy thighs opened, her manus leapt down to her unresolved vagina and plunged three fingers in. Jean moaned, writhing in the grass. With her other helping hand she grasped her full breasts and squeezed ; she pinched and pulled her swollen nipples 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 wind tickled her asshole and her script plunged into her vagina. blue jean was no longer a woman, she was simply pussy, tits, mouth, ass, lost in a tidal undulation of desire. In a central rage she plunged three fingers into her mouth and sucked, imagining a thick barb fucking her face.

Any passer by would have been flabbergasted by the quite a little that Night : a 15 year old girl, moaning as she plunged her fingerbreadth into her dripping kitty and animalistically humped her chest against the ground whilst sucking her own fingers. Jean did n't worry, the hale village could cause been lined up watching her and she could n't have stopped, in fact, it would suffer simply turned her on more. These thoughts spun through her ravage idea as she plunged through orgasm after orgasm. Minutes later, she opened her eyes as the sparks 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 abode.

Back in bed that night, blue jean realized she had begun a journey that would never finish ; as ashamed as she was, jean realized she was already looking forward to her next adventure. I must step myself, she thought ; whilst pleasurable, she would not let this intimate want take over her whole living. She limit herself to once a hebdomad. Her body aching with fatigue, denim slipped into sleep.

***
good metre, the 18 twelvemonth old Jean thought to herself. She no longer bothered with the dressing nightgown, exiting her room completely naked. But that Night, as she slipped out the window and felt her bare body be aroused once again by the dark breeze, Jean had no musical theme that, after going out over 130 metre, this night would be very different.

she sauntered leisurely up the road. Proud of her torso, dungaree enjoyed the thought that right now some guy with a wife and shaver could be having the treat of his life as he looked out the window. This was in theory. In praxis, Jean 's chemical reaction would be very different. As she stepped onto the Village green, a easy flicked on in a sign of the zodiac directly facing Jean. IN her 3 years, Jean had never actually come into contact with anyone on these dark outings, and so her chemical reaction were sluggish. 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 covering. He leaned out of the window. As he did so, he noticed a bowel movement across from him. It took him a consequence to run out the Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe as his eyes adjusted, and he gasped as his mind comprehended what he was seeing. A gorgeous naked girl had just crumpled to the trading floor and curled up as small as possible. Please, denim prayed, please do n't see me. But see her he had. His mind racing, he realized he should address 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 gush go both to her face and pussy. He wanted her attention. He picked up a phone by his bed ( Jeans night vision was excellent, and the scope Light enabled her to see everything perfectly ) and slowly, very obviously, pressed three numbers. Jean felt crying stinging her center and formed a begging signal. '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 wife sleeping less than five feet away, he pointed to his crotch and wiggled his brow. He had noticed just how beautiful this missy was, and planned to get his wide-cut.

jean 's oral fissure opened in disgust and tears formed fully as she realized she had no choice - she would let 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 sign in meter, and the man knew it. Stifling a sob, She reluctantly lay down on the sens, and the man panted as her titty swayed and her branch opened. Tentatively, never having had an audience before, Jean opened her peg and let her hand rub her clitoris.

Ten min later, jean was moaning and writhing, her trunk spread out completely on the grass. Her deal was wet with her juices, her nipples were being tweaked and as the man watched she licked her own juice 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 outside, with an audience, masturbating. These dark persuasion 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-out to consensual sex and had gotten carried away himself ; tentatively at first, but realizing he was in control, he pulled his putz from his shorts and started to furiously pulsate one out to the sight of this naked girl pleasuring herself. Jean guessed he had a wife and this tabu thought sped her on even More. As she forced her completely clenched fist into her vagina ( a caper it had taken years to reach fully ) she kept her optic fixed on his bulging member, and the two drove themselves to furious sexual climax - dungaree wished his thick rope of cum would set ashore on her. Her pap bounced up and down with the military group of her fisting and, after one the adult orgasms of her life, the man winked and, with a smirk, symbolically turned the headphone 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, denim eventually returned to the streets at night, after a mere three workweek of absence. Unbeknownst to her, however, her adventures would only get better.

To be continued .