jean lay under the covers, the soft bed weather sheet caressing her naked body. She lay, and waited. Her tit ached, her nipples begged for attention.Further down, she was as wet as she had ever been. And yet, she did not admit her mitt to actuate from the bed. Only five more min. Tonight was a Tues night, her best-loved nighttime. For three years now, blue jean would hold back until 3 in the morning, technically, Wednesday, then slip out the animation room window, clad only in her birthday suit, and wonder around her village. jean had had 3 years to come to terms with her exhibitionism ; she no longer felt ashamed, nor did she find particularly anxious of her parents discovering her. At 18 age old, Jean was mature in every horse sense of the word ; her fumbling, ungainly teenage days were mostly behind and she had developed into an exceptional woman. Standing at 5 foot 8, dungaree was pale in a smooth, greek statue kind of way, with perfectly formed C breasts and a satisfying, if modest, behind. Her breadbasket was toned and smooth ; as denim well knew, moonlight was her most flattering Light.

At high school, which Jean had just finished, the boys wanted to go after her but the jocks didnt - they knew Jean was no slut and would not flow for the dumb football case - and the geeks felt themselves completely poor. Those in between, the pocket-sized, good looking guys, would occasionally ask her out and be treated to a nice, if distant, date. However, denim never went further. strange to these fumbling boys, Jean had a edacious sexual appetence hidden beneath a unruffled exterior. She was afraid that, if some guy got that far, that this incline would be exposed and she would descend into the school slut.

So she kept her aloofness, and explored her sexuality alone. After years of development, Jean found that the ultimate bang lay in immodesty, and would allow herself to indulge in this frisson once a week. Why Tuesday ? Because tuesday was her parents'date night, which meant they would revert at 11 pm, fairly drunk, have loud, erotic sex which blue jean would take heed enviously too, then fall asleep completely abruptly to the man. Jean waited until 3 am to be sure, and would then mouse downstairs, open the window ( no chance of a robbery in her sleepy-eyed village, it could be left undefended ) and wonder around, allowing the cool air to fondle her nude eubstance. Once the sexual urge became too much, blue jean would make in to her primal lust, surrender to the ground and land herself to a monumental orgasm in the sens, or in the park, or against the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. That done, she would slip back inside and quietus.

Before this, she would not countenance herself to masturbate for three days prior, to build up the sexual urges. This could take to some concern situations. Tuesday school day days were the toilsome ; she found it severe to boil down as she looked forward to the moment when she spread her legs and plunged her finger into her pussy in some field for all to see. One history class early on in her exhibitionist vocation, she had orgasmed just thinking about it, rubbing her cunt surreptitiously against the desk leg as her course of instruction dozed on, oblivious.

Lying in bed, Jean thought back to her first ever Nox out.

***

she was xv. She had not yet established the polished outside she would conserve to hide her nymphomaniac slope. So when Tom, a precious guy from her side class, had asked if she would like to meet him behind the science closure ( everyone in school new that this was code for `` getting it on '' ) she said yes almost immediately. The residuum of the day passed agonisingly slowly, and dungaree still remembered that howling butterfly stroke feeling you get only when you are about to realize out with a new guy. She waited behind the science block at 4 after school day as promised. Tom appeared 100 metres away from behind the language department, and Jean loved the latent hostility as he slowly walked toward her. Her kitty 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 strong shaft. blue 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 small talk commenced, and jean realized that if things were going to come about she would bear to initialize. As they talked, jean sauntered snug, and before she knew he had planted his rim on hers.
His lips were subdued, firm but gentle. she molded her trunk to his and they continued for a few minutes, just enjoying 1st contact. Jean felt herself getting hot ; her external respiration became heavily as she slipped her knife into his rima oris. Something exchangeable happened to Tom, and with a shock denim realized his hand was dangerously close to squeezing her bosom through her tank top. She gasped as she realized she was about to be groped for the beginning fourth dimension. Her nipples hardening, jean impatiently moved his bridge player up to fondle her breast. Tom seemed blow out of the water by her bravado, but took it in his stride.

Five minutes later, both tops were off and jean was loving the feel of her knocker mashing against his warm body.They fell to the floor, and dungaree gasped as she felt his gibbousness on her thigh .'I 'm losing control', she realized, but could n't arrest herself from wrestling with his trousers till they were down his legs and pushing her own trouser and knickers down. Tom whispered `` hell yes ``, seeing that Jean could n't pull her eyes away from his midst, warm pole. She grabbed his prick, loving the spirit of it, and pumped up and down.
'' I need you inside me '' she gasped, and he obliged by placing his dick at her entrance. HE started to promote it in, but as the principal slipped in her warm hole, Jean gasped.
'' NO ! '' she screamed and crawled away from him backwards. Scrambling to put her apparel on, she felt her mind reel at what she had almost allowed to happen.
Tom blushed deep red as he too, pulled his apparel on.
'' What 's unseasonable ? you said you 'needed me- ''
'' Shut up ! '' dungaree screamed, and she moved in close to put her font to his. `` nothing happened, we made out for a bit then went base. OK ? if you ever severalize 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 hideaway.

Jean allowed herself to crack. That could not come about again, she told herself, she had almost just lost her virginity at 15 on school grounds !
That day, she began to construct her inner walls. But that nighttime, she realized just how scotch she was at being that close but having no atonement.

She lay in bed, her parents snores rumbling through the wall, and desperately frigged her clit. Despite being turned on beyond belief, she could not get herself to culminate. She ran through anything she could recollect of that would turn her on, and as she thought back to her skinny encounter that good afternoon, she realized that part of the rationality she had been so turned on was that they were outside. Seizing the initiative, she slipped out of bed, put on her dressing surgical gown and slipped out the downstairs window. Her intellect in a daze, Jean landed in the garden and headed towards the road. Once there, she turned left, unconsciously heading towards the ballpark. Her tenderness in her oral cavity, Jean wondered what the neighbour would say if they saw her out in her dressing nightdress at 3 in the morning. respiration gruelling due to adrenaline, denim eventually found herself sitting on the park workbench, with the park itself surrounded by theater. Now or never, Jean thought, and before she could win over herself out of it, allowed her dressing gown to fall to the floor. denim groaned as the night air whispered against her breasts. pussy moisture was dripping down her leg at the opinion that anyone could look out of their window and see her naked body in the ballpark, her breasts heaving as she breathed, moisture dripping down her leg and her whole, carnal body covered in a sheen of sweat from the run and epinephrine. Before she could assist herself, Jean let out a soft moan and flopped to the ground. Never in her totally life had she felt such a euphoric sense of eroticism. Her eye almost rolling into her question, 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 dope. With her other hired man she grasped her full phase of the moon breasts and squeezed ; she pinched and pulled her swollen tit and, in a fit of uncontrollable desire, rolled over so her ass was up in the air. She rubbed her tits against the grass as the wind tickled her prick and her paw plunged into her vagina. jean was no longer a woman, she was simply pussy, knocker, sassing, ass, lost in a tidal wave of desire. In a key passion she plunged three digit into her mouth and sucked, imagining a midst shaft fucking her face.

Any passer by would consume been flabbergasted by the sight that Night : a 15 year old miss, moaning as she plunged her fingers into her dripping cunt and animalistically humped her bosom against the ground whilst sucking her own fingerbreadth. Jean did n't care, the whole village could birth been lined up watching her and she could n't accept stopped, in fact, it would make simply turned her on more. These opinion spun through her ravaged nous as she plunged through orgasm after orgasm. proceedings later, she opened her eyes as the sparks 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 abode.

spine 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 next adventure. I must stride myself, she thought ; whilst gratifying, she would not let this sexual need yield over her whole life. She limit herself to once a calendar week. Her body aching with tiredness, blue jean slipped into sleep.

***
Good time, the 18 yr old Jean idea to herself. She no longer bothered with the dressing gown, exiting her room completely naked. But that Night, as she slipped out the window and felt her raw body be aroused once again by the night breeze, denim 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 organic structure, Jean enjoyed the thought that right now some guy with a wife and fry could be having the treat of his biography as he looked out the window. This was in theory. In practice, blue jean 's chemical reaction would be very different. As she stepped onto the village green, a light flicked on in a family directly facing Jean. IN her 3 years, Jean had never actually come into impinging with anyone on these night outings, and so her reactions were sluggish. A man appeared behind the windowpane, and stretched. He obviously had trouble quiescence, and found the nighttime air cooling after the uncomfortable high temperature under the covers. He leaned out of the windowpane. As he did so, he noticed a social movement across from him. It took him a moment to put to work out the shape as his optic adjusted, and he gasped as his judgment comprehended what he was seeing. A gorgeous au naturel girl had just crumpled to the floor and curled up as minor as possible. Please, dungaree prayed, please do n't see me. But see her he had. His mind racing, he realized he should call the constabulary, but would n't. He understood the sexuality of what she was doing. And decided to use it.

Jean, curled up on the base, heard a knock, and cautiously looked up. The man had seen her, she realized and felt a peak go both to her face and pussy. He wanted her aid. He picked up a speech sound by his bed ( dungaree night vision was excellent, and the background brightness level enabled her to see everything perfectly ) and slowly, very obviously, pressed three figure. Jean felt crying stinging her eyes and formed a beggary 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 to a lesser extent than five human foot away, he pointed to his privates and wiggled his eyebrows. He had noticed just how beautiful this female child was, and planned to get his full.

denim 's mouthpiece opened in disgust and rent formed fully as she realized she had no choice - she would let to expose herself to this man, if her future was n't to be ruined by him calling the law. A station was not that far away, she would never give her house in time, and the man knew it. Stifling a sob, She reluctantly lay down on the grass, and the man panted as her knocker swayed and her legs opened. Tentatively, never having had an consultation before, Jean opened her legs and let her handwriting rub her button.

Ten minutes later, blue jean was moaning and writhing, her consistency ranch out completely on the pot. Her hand was wet with her succus, her nipples were being tweaked and as the man watched she licked her own juices from her fingers. After the initial disgust, Jean 's nympho side of meat had taken over and she had realized that there is nothing more pleasing to an exhibitionist than being outside, with an hearing, masturbating. These dark mentation had taken over and she had given herself up completely to the raging desires coursing through her eubstance. The man saw the transition from military force to consensual sex and had gotten carried away himself ; tentatively at get-go, but realizing he was in control, he pulled his prick from his boxers and started to furiously beat one out to the tidy sum of this naked female child pleasuring herself. Jean guessed he had a wife and this tabu thought sped her on even more than. As she forced her whole clenched fist into her vagina ( a thaumaturgy it had taken twelvemonth to fulfill fully ) she kept her optic fixed on his bulging fellow member, and the two drove themselves to furious coming - blue jean wished his wooden-headed R-2 of cum would set ashore on her. Her tits bounced up and down with the force of her fisting and, after one the biggest orgasms of her life, the man winked and, with a smirk, symbolically turned the telephone over on the table. blue jean, exhausted and feeling the old pity creep up on her again, crept back to her house. Were there no limits to her putrefaction ?

Despite her qualm, Jean eventually returned to the streets at dark, after a mere three weeks of absence seizure. Unbeknownst to her, however, her adventure would only get better.

To be continued .