Jean lay under the blanket, the voiced bed bed sheet 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 men to move from the bed. Only five more minutes. Tonight was a Tues night, her dearie Nox. For three old age now, denim would wait until 3 in the morning, technically, Wednesday, then slip out the living room windowpane, clad only in her birthday suit, and wonder around her village. blue jean had had 3 year to come up to terms with her exhibitionism ; she no longer felt ashamed, nor did she feel particularly anxious of her parents discovering her. At 18 eld old, Jean was mature in every gumption of the word ; her fumbling, clumsy teenage twelvemonth were mostly behind and she had developed into an prodigious woman. Standing at 5 foot 8, dungaree was pale in a smooth, greek statue variety of way, with perfectly formed C white meat and a satisfying, if modest, behind. Her stomach was toned and smooth ; as Jean well knew, moonlight was her near flattering light.

At eminent school day, which Jean had just finished, the boy wanted to go after her but the jocks didnt - they knew Jean was no slut and would not fall for the dumb football character - and the geeks felt themselves completely inadequate. Those in between, the modest, good looking guys, would occasionally ask her out and be treated to a nice, if distant, escort. However, Jean never went further. unknown quantity to these fumbling boys, blue jean had a rapacious sexual appetite hidden beneath a still exterior. She was afraid that, if some guy got that far, that this English would be exposed and she would descend into the school slut.

So she kept her distance, and explored her sexuality alone. After years of development, Jean found that the ultimate rush lay in immodesty, and would take into account herself to indulge in this boot once a week. Why Tuesday ? Because Tues was her parents'appointment night, which meant they would return at 11 pm, fairly drunk, have loud, erotic sex which Jean would hear enviously too, then flow asleep completely deadened to the world. blue jean waited until 3 am to be sure, and would then hook downstairs, open the window ( no opportunity of a robbery in her sleepy small town, it could be left open ) and wonder around, allowing the cool breezes to fondle her bare body. Once the sexual urge became too practically, Jean would sacrifice in to her primal lust, pin to the ground and bring herself to a massive orgasm in the Grass, or in the park, or against the trees. That done, she would sneak back inside and sleep.

Before this, she would not permit herself to masturbate for three days prior, to build the sexual impulse. This could lead to some interesting situations. Tuesday schooltime 24-hour interval were the tough ; she found it heavily to concentrate as she looked forward to the bit when she spread her legs and plunged her fingers into her pussy in some field for all to see. One story class early on in her exhibitionist career, she had orgasmed just thinking about it, rubbing her puss surreptitiously against the desk leg as her social class dozed on, oblivious.

Lying in bed, blue jean thought back to her beginning ever Nox out.

***

she was fifteen. She had not yet established the polished exterior she would hold to hide her nympho side of meat. So when Tom, a cute guy from her english division, had asked if she would like to meet him behind the scientific discipline occlusion ( everyone in school new that this was computer code for `` getting it on '' ) she said yes almost immediately. The sleep of the day passed agonisingly slowly, and denim still remembered that wonderful butterfly feeling 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 cadence away from behind the language section, and blue jean loved the tension as he slowly walked toward her. Her kitty dripped as she realised he was probarbly visualising her nude ; perhaps being pounded from behing as her tit bounced up and down ; perhaps she was on top, screaming as she rode his hard shaft. Jean shook her head from side to side. matter were not going to get that far, she told herself.

Tom reached her. `` Hi '' he said, and blushed.
Awkward belittled talk commenced, and dungaree realized that if things were going to occur she would birth to initialize. As they talked, blue jean sauntered cheeseparing, and before she knew he had planted his sassing on hers.
His lips were soft, firm but gentle. she molded her body to his and they continued for a few minutes, just enjoying first liaison. blue jean felt herself getting hot ; her breathing became heavily as she slipped her clapper into his sass. Something similar happened to Tom, and with a shock absorber blue jean realized his helping hand was dangerously ending to squeezing her boob through her tank top. She gasped as she realized she was about to be groped for the low gear metre. Her nipples hardening, Jean impatiently moved his hired hand up to fondle her titty. Tom seemed appalled by her bluster, but took it in his stride.

Five proceedings later, both tops were off and jean was loving the feel of her breast mashing against his warm body.They fell to the level, and Jean gasped as she felt his bulge on her thigh .'I 'm losing controller', she realized, but could n't stop herself from wrestling with his trousers till they were down his legs and pushing her own trouser and drawers down. Tom whispered `` hell yes ``, seeing that Jean could n't pull her eyes away from his thick, warm rod. She grabbed his shaft, 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 push it in, but as the head slipped in her strong hole, denim gasped.
'' NO ! '' she screamed and crawled away from him backwards. Scrambling to put her clothes on, she felt her head reel at what she had almost allowed to happen.
Tom blushed deep red as he too, pulled his clothes on.
'' What 's faulty ? you said you 'needed me- ''
'' Shut up ! '' Jean screamed, and she moved in close to put her fount to his. `` naught happened, we made out for a bit then went home plate. OK ? if you ever tell anyone what really happened I swear I will severalize 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 overhasty retreat.

denim allowed herself to crock up. That could not happen again, she told herself, she had almost just lost her virginity at 15 on schoolhouse priming !
That day, she began to build her inner wall. But that night, 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 walls, and desperately frigged her clitoris. Despite being turned on beyond belief, she could not fetch herself to climax. She ran through anything she could intend of that would turn her on, and as she thought back to her close encounter that good afternoon, she realized that role of the understanding she had been so turned on was that they were outside. Seizing the enterprisingness, she slipped out of bed, put on her dressing nightie and slipped out the downstairs windowpane. Her brain in a daze, Jean landed in the garden and headed towards the route. Once there, she turned left, unconsciously heading towards the park. Her pith in her backtalk, Jean wondered what the neighbors would say if they saw her out in her dressing gown at 3 in the morning. breathing hard due to adrenaline, blue jean eventually found herself sitting on the parking area workbench, with the park itself surrounded by mansion. Now or never, blue jean thought, and before she could win over herself out of it, allowed her dressing scrubs to fall to the storey. denim groaned as the night air whispered against her breasts. Pussy wet was dripping down her leg at the thinking that anyone could look out of their window and see her naked body in the park, her knocker heaving as she breathed, moisture dripping down her leg and her totally, sensual body covered in a sheen of sweat from the run and adrenaline. Before she could help herself, blue jean let out a soft groan and flopped to the ground. Never in her solid life had she felt such a euphoric sense of eroticism. Her eyes almost rolling into her head, she gave into the touch sensation. Her creamy thighs opened, her hand leapt down to her open vagina and plunged three fingers in. Jean moaned, writhing in the grass. With her other hired man she grasped her full breasts and squeezed ; she pinched and pulled her egotistical nipples and, in a fit of irrepressible 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 hand plunged into her vagina. dungaree was no longer a adult female, she was simply kitty-cat, titmouse, rima oris, ass, lost in a tidal wave of desire. In a primal warmth she plunged three digit into her mouth and sucked, imagining a thick putz fucking her face.

Any passer by would have been flabbergasted by the sight that Night : a 15 twelvemonth old girl, moaning as she plunged her digit into her dripping pussy and animalistically humped her breasts against the flat coat whilst sucking her own fingers. Jean did n't care, the hale Greenwich Village could throw been lined up watching her and she could n't have stopped, in fact, it would take in simply turned her on more. These thoughts spun through her sacked mind as she plunged through orgasm after sexual climax. mo later, she opened her eyes as the electric arc 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 nightdress and glancing nervously around, quickly ran back dwelling.

cover in bed that night, blue jean realized she had begun a journey that would never contain ; as ashamed as she was, Jean realized she was already looking forward to her succeeding adventure. I must rate myself, she thought ; whilst enjoyable, she would not let this sexual need yield over her whole life-time. She limit herself to once a workweek. Her body aching with weariness, Jean slipped into sleep.

***
goodness prison term, the 18 year old Jean thought to herself. She no longer bothered with the dressing scrubs, exiting her room completely nude. But that Nox, as she slipped out the window and felt her nude trunk be aroused once again by the Night air, Jean had no approximation that, after going out over 130 clock time, this night would be very different.

she sauntered leisurely up the road. Proud of her body, blue jean enjoyed the thought that right now some guy with a married woman and kids could be having the kickshaw of his spirit as he looked out the windowpane. This was in theory. In praxis, jean 's response would be very different. As she stepped onto the village leafy vegetable, a light flicked on in a house directly facing Jean. IN her 3 years, Jean had never actually come into contact with anyone on these night pleasure trip, and so her reactions were dull. A man appeared behind the windowpane, and stretched. He obviously had trouble sleeping, and found the night air cooling after the uncomfortable heat under the masking. He leaned out of the window. As he did so, he noticed a movement across from him. It took him a import to crop out the shape as his optic adjusted, and he gasped as his mind comprehended what he was seeing. A gorgeous naked girl had just crumpled to the story and curled up as humble as possible. Please, Jean prayed, please do n't see me. But see her he had. His head 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.

blue jean, curled up on the floor, heard a knock, and cautiously looked up. The man had seen her, she realized and felt a charge go both to her face and pussy. He wanted her care. He picked up a earphone by his bed ( Jeans night visual sensation was excellent, and the background Light enabled her to see everything perfectly ) and slowly, very obviously, pressed three numbers pool. Jean felt teardrop stinging her centre and formed a begging signal. '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 eyebrows. He had noticed just how beautiful this girl was, and planned to get his full.

denim 's mouth opened in disgust and tears formed fully as she realized she had no choice - she would consume to expose herself to this man, if her future was n't to be ruined by him calling the constabulary. A place was not that far away, she would never get through her firm in clip, and the man knew it. Stifling a sob, She reluctantly lay down on the grass, and the man panted as her breast swayed and her legs opened. Tentatively, never having had an hearing before, Jean opened her legs and let her hand rub her clit.

Ten instant later, dungaree was moaning and writhing, her consistence spread out completely on the smoke. Her mitt was wet with her succus, her tit were being tweaked and as the man watched she licked her own juices from her fingers. After the initial disgust, dungaree 's nymphomaniac side had taken over and she had realized that there is nothing more pleasing to an exhibitionist than being out of doors, with an consultation, masturbating. These darkness thoughts had taken over and she had given herself up completely to the raging desires coursing through her organic structure. The man saw the transition from strength to consensual sex and had gotten carried away himself ; tentatively at first, but realizing he was in ascendence, he pulled his putz from his short circuit and started to furiously beat one out to the spate of this naked girl pleasuring herself. Jean guessed he had a wife and this taboo thought sped her on even more than. As she forced her completely clenched fist into her vagina ( a joke it had taken class to accomplish fully ) she kept her center fixed on his bulging appendage, and the two drove themselves to angered climax - Jean wished his thick rope of cum would land on her. Her tits bounced up and down with the force of her fisting and, after one the freehanded orgasm of her lifetime, the man winked and, with a smirk, symbolically turned the phone 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 turpitude ?

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

To be continued .