Jean lay under the cover, the soft bed mainsheet 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 allow her hands to motivate from the bed. Only five more minutes. Tonight was a Tuesday Nox, her favored night. For three old age now, jean would look until 3 in the dawning, technically, Wednesday, then slip out the living way window, clad only in her birthday lawsuit, and wonder around her village. Jean had had 3 twelvemonth to come 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, Jean was mature in every sensory faculty of the Bible ; her fumbling, inept teenage years were mostly behind and she had developed into an prodigious woman. Standing at 5 ft 8, jean was pale in a quiet, Grecian statue sort of way, with perfectly formed C bosom and a satisfying, if pocket-size, behind. Her tummy was toned and smooth ; as Jean well knew, moonlight was her most flatter igniter.

At high school day, which Jean had just finished, the boys wanted to go after her but the jocks didnt - they knew dungaree was no slut and would not diminish for the dumb football type - and the geeks felt themselves completely unequal. Those in between, the mild, upright looking cat, would occasionally ask her out and be treated to a nice, if aloof, date. However, dungaree never went further. strange to these fumbling son, blue jean had a esurient sexual appetency hidden beneath a suave exterior. She was afraid that, if some guy got that far, that this side would be exposed and she would fall into the school day slut.

So she kept her distance, and explored her sexuality alone. After yr of developing, Jean found that the ultimate thrill lay in exhibitionism, and would allow herself to indulge in this rush once a week. Why Tues ? Because Tues was her parents'date night, which meant they would give at 11 pm, fairly drunk, have loud, erotic sex which Jean would listen enviously too, then fall asleep completely numb to the world. dungaree waited until 3 am to be indisputable, and would then sneak downstairs, open the window ( no luck of a robbery in her sleepy village, it could be left open ) and wonder around, allowing the cool breeze to caress her naked torso. Once the sexual urge became too a great deal, Jean would give in to her primal luxuria, fall to the reason and bring herself to a monumental climax in the grasses, or in the parking area, or against the trees. That done, she would slip back inside and eternal rest.

Before this, she would not permit herself to masturbate for three days prior, to progress the intimate urges. This could pass to some worry situations. Tuesday school days were the arduous ; she found it heavy to rivet as she looked forward to the instant when she spread her legs and plunged her digit into her puss in some field for all to see. One history year early on in her exhibitionist vocation, she had orgasmed just thinking about it, rubbing her slit surreptitiously against the desk leg as her social 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 sustain to hide her nympho side. So when Tom, a precious guy from her English people class, had asked if she would like to meet him behind the scientific discipline blocking ( everyone in school new that this was code for `` getting it on '' ) she said yes almost immediately. The respite of the day passed agonisingly slowly, and blue jean still remembered that wonderful butterfly stroke touch you get only when you are about to make out with a new guy. She waited behind the scientific discipline block at 4 after school as promised. Tom appeared 100 time away from behind the spoken language department, and Jean loved the stress as he slowly walked toward her. Her snatch dripped as she realised he was probarbly visualising her naked ; perhaps being pounded from behing as her breast bounced up and down ; perhaps she was on top, screaming as she rode his hard jibe. Jean shook her capitulum from side to side. thing were not going to get that far, she told herself.

Tom reached her. `` Hi '' he said, and blushed.
Awkward little talk commenced, and jean realized that if things were going to occur she would have to initialize. As they talked, Jean sauntered closer, and before she knew he had planted his brim on hers.
His sassing were soft, business firm but gentle. she molded her body to his and they continued for a few minutes, just enjoying first contact. Jean felt herself getting hot ; her breathing became heavy as she slipped her tongue into his backtalk. Something standardized happened to Tom, and with a shock jean realized his hand was dangerously close-fitting to squeezing her titty through her armored combat vehicle top. She gasped as she realized she was about to be groped for the first time. Her nipples hardening, Jean impatiently moved his hand up to fondle her breast. Tom seemed aghast by her bravado, but took it in his stride.

five minutes later, both tops were off and dungaree was loving the feel of her breast mashing against his warm body.They fell to the floor, and Jean gasped as she felt his hump on her thigh .'I 'm losing control', she realized, but could n't break herself from wrestling with his trouser till they were down his ramification and pushing her own trousers and knickers down. Tom whispered `` hell yes ``, seeing that Jean could n't pull her centre away from his thick, warm 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 dick at her entrance. HE started to advertise it in, but as the head slipped in her ardent hole, Jean gasped.
'' NO ! '' she screamed and crawled away from him backwards. Scrambling to put her clothes on, she felt her mind bobbin at what she had almost allowed to happen.
Tom blushed deep red as he too, pulled his dress on.
'' What 's wrong ? you said you 'needed me- ''
'' Shut up ! '' dungaree screamed, and she moved in come together to put her human face to his. `` zilch happened, we made out for a bit then went plate. OK ? if you ever differentiate anyone what really happened I swear I will differentiate everyone you raped me, got it ? GOT IT ? ``
Tom staggered back, intimidated by her ferocity. `` OK, OK, i wont I swear. fucking ... ''
With that, he beat a overhasty retreat.

Jean allowed herself to collapse. That could not materialise again, she told herself, she had almost just lost her virginity at 15 on school grounds !
That day, she began to build up her inner walls. But that nighttime, 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 belief, she could not play herself to climax. She ran through anything she could think of that would turn her on, and as she thought back to her close clash that afternoon, she realized that part of the reason she had been so turned on was that they were alfresco. Seizing the enterprisingness, she slipped out of bed, put on her dressing gown and slipped out the downstairs window. Her mind in a shock, 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, Jean wondered what the neighbour would say if they saw her out in her dressing surgical gown at 3 in the sunup. Breathing difficult due to adrenaline, Jean eventually found herself sitting on the park bench, with the commons itself surrounded by houses. Now or never, denim thought, and before she could convince herself out of it, allowed her dressing gown to shine to the base. jean groaned as the night air whispered against her breasts. cunt moisture was dripping down her leg at the thought that anyone could take care out of their window and see her naked body in the Mungo Park, 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 adrenaline. Before she could help herself, dungaree let out a soft moan and flopped to the ground. Never in her all life had she felt such a euphoric sense of sexiness. Her eyes almost rolling into her oral sex, she gave into the flavour. Her creamy second joint opened, her script leapt down to her unfastened vagina and plunged three finger in. dungaree moaned, writhing in the Grass. With her former script she grasped her full bosom and squeezed ; she pinched and pulled her conceited nipples and, in a fit of uncontrollable desire, rolled over so her ass was up in the air. She rubbed her breast against the pot as the breaking wind tickled her asshole and her hand plunged into her vagina. Jean was no long a woman, she was simply cunt, tits, mouth, ass, lost in a tidal wave of desire. In a primal passionateness she plunged three fingers into her mouthpiece and sucked, imagining a thick peter fucking her face.

Any passer by would get been flabbergasted by the sight that night : a 15 year old girl, moaning as she plunged her fingerbreadth into her dripping kitty-cat and animalistically humped her breasts against the earth whilst sucking her own fingers. Jean did n't handle, the unhurt village could have been lined up watching her and she could n't have stopped, in fact, it would take in simply turned her on more. These thinking spun through her scourge mind as she plunged through orgasm after climax. moment later, she opened her eyes as the sparkle stopped. She looked down, and was shocked to see she had four fingers 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 place.

back in bed that night, dungaree realized she had begun a journey that would never end ; as ashamed as she was, jean realized she was already looking forward to her next escapade. I must step myself, she thought ; whilst enjoyable, she would not let this sexual need take over her whole spirit. She limit herself to once a week. Her body aching with tiredness, jean slipped into sleep.

***
commodity clock time, the 18 twelvemonth old blue jean thinking to herself. She no longer bothered with the dressing gown, exiting her room completely au naturel. But that dark, as she slipped out the window and felt her naked consistency be aroused once again by the night air, Jean had no idea that, after going out over 130 times, this night would be very different.

she sauntered leisurely up the road. Proud of her body, jean enjoyed the thought process that right now some guy with a wife and nestling could be having the delicacy of his lifespan as he looked out the window. This was in theory. In practice, jean 's reaction would be very unlike. As she stepped onto the Village honey oil, a easy flicked on in a house directly facing Jean. IN her 3 twelvemonth, Jean had never actually come into middleman with anyone on these Night outings, and so her reactions were slow. 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 windowpane. As he did so, he noticed a social movement across from him. It took him a moment to work out the physical body as his eyes adjusted, and he gasped as his idea comprehended what he was seeing. A gorgeous naked girl had just crumpled to the floor and curled up as small as possible. Please, jean prayed, please 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 sex of what she was doing. And decided to use it.

Jean, curled up on the floor, heard a rap, and cautiously looked up. The man had seen her, she realized and felt a flush go both to her face and pussy. He wanted her attention. He picked up a telephone by his bed ( denim nighttime vision was first-class, and the background light enabled her to see everything perfectly ) and slowly, very obviously, pressed three numbers. Jean felt crying stinging her eyes and formed a begging signal. 'Ill do anything', she mouthed. Whether or not the man saw this substance was ill-defined, but he smirked as he realized he had her exactly where he wanted her. His wife sleeping less than five metrical unit away, he pointed to his fork and wiggled his brow. He had noticed just how beautiful this miss 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 tense was n't to be ruined by him calling the constabulary. A post was not that far away, she would never reach her house in fourth dimension, and the man knew it. Stifling a sob, She reluctantly lay down on the grass, and the man panted as her titty swayed and her legs opened. Tentatively, never having had an audience before, jean opened her legs and let her hand rub her clitoris.

Ten minutes later, dungaree was moaning and writhing, her body facing pages out completely on the sess. Her hired hand was wet with her succus, her nipples were being tweaked and as the man watched she licked her own succus from her fingerbreadth. After the initial disgust, Jean 's nympho side had taken over and she had realized that there is null more pleasing to an exhibitionist than being outside, with an hearing, masturbating. These wickedness idea had taken over and she had given herself up completely to the raging desires coursing through her soundbox. The man saw the passage from personnel to consensual sex and had gotten carried away himself ; tentatively at first, but realizing he was in ascendency, he pulled his peter from his shorts and started to furiously beat one out to the muckle of this naked lady friend pleasuring herself. Jean guessed he had a wife and this taboo thought sped her on even to a greater extent. As she forced her unanimous clenched fist into her vagina ( a trick it had taken twelvemonth to accomplish fully ) she kept her eyes fixed on his bulging phallus, and the two drove themselves to furious coming - blue jean wished his thick ropes of cum would shore on her. Her nipple bounced up and down with the force of her fisting and, after one the biggest orgasms of her life history, the man winked and, with a smirk, symbolically turned the phone over on the tabular array. blue 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 simple three weeks of absence. Unbeknownst to her, however, her adventures would only get amend.

To be continued .