Jean lay under the covers, the lenient bed sheets caressing her defenseless body. She lay, and waited. Her boob ached, her pap begged for attention.Further down, she was as wet as she had ever been. And yet, she did not provide her hands to move from the bed. Only five Sir Thomas More instant. Tonight was a Tues dark, her preferent night. For three years now, denim would waitress until 3 in the sunrise, technically, Wed, then slip out the living room windowpane, clad only in her natal day suit, and wonder around her hamlet. denim had had 3 age to come to full term with her immodesty ; she no longer felt ashamed, nor did she palpate particularly anxious of her parents discovering her. At 18 long time old, denim was mature in every sense of the word ; her fumbling, fumbling teenage twelvemonth were mostly behind and she had developed into an exceptional woman. Standing at 5 foot 8, Jean was pale in a smooth, Hellenic statue kind 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 most flattering light.

At high gear shoal, which Jean had just finished, the son wanted to go after her but the athletic supporter didnt - they knew dungaree was no slut and would not return for the dense football type - and the oddball felt themselves completely inadequate. Those in between, the pocket-sized, unspoilt looking guy, would occasionally ask her out and be treated to a nice, if distant, date. However, Jean never went further. strange to these fumbling boys, Jean had a voracious sexual appetency hidden beneath a smooth outside. She was afraid that, if some guy got that far, that this side would be exposed and she would go down into the schoolhouse slut.

So she kept her aloofness, and explored her sexuality alone. After old age of growth, Jean found that the ultimate thrill lay in exhibitionism, and would take into account herself to indulge in this thrill once a calendar week. Why Tuesday ? Because Tues was her parents'date night, which meant they would yield at 11 pm, fairly rummy, have loud, erotic sex which dungaree would listen enviously too, then fall asleep completely idle to the world. Jean waited until 3 am to be sure, and would then sneak downstairs, open the windowpane ( no opportunity of a looting in her sleepy village, it could be left open ) and wonder around, allowing the chill breezes to caress her raw body. Once the sexual urge became too much, Jean would give in to her primal lust, dusk to the priming and bring herself to a massive orgasm in the pot, or in the commons, or against the tree. That done, she would drop off back inside and sleep.

Before this, she would not countenance herself to masturbate for three days prior, to establish the sexual itch. This could moderate to some matter to situations. Tuesday school days were the hardest ; she found it hard to boil down as she looked forward to the moment when she spread her ramification and plunged her finger's breadth into her pussy in some flying field for all to see. One history class early on in her exhibitionist career, she had orgasmed just thinking about it, rubbing her pussy surreptitiously against the desk leg as her division dozed on, oblivious.

Lying in bed, dungaree thought back to her outset ever nighttime out.

***

she was fifteen. She had not yet established the polished exterior she would maintain to conceal her nymphomaniac side. So when Tom, a cute guy from her english category, 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 eternal rest of the day passed agonisingly slowly, and Jean still remembered that wonderful butterfly belief you get only when you are about to pass water out with a new guy. She waited behind the science blocking at 4 after schooltime as promised. Tom appeared 100 metres away from behind the terminology department, and blue jean loved the latent hostility as he slowly walked toward her. Her cunt 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 hard shaft. Jean shook her drumhead 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 denim realized that if affair were going to occur she would throw to initialise. As they talked, jean sauntered secretive, and before she knew he had planted his rim on hers.
His sass were soft, business firm but gentle. she molded her trunk to his and they continued for a few hour, just enjoying first physical contact. dungaree felt herself getting hot ; her ventilation became heavy as she slipped her tongue into his sass. Something standardized happened to Tom, and with a shock blue jean realized his manus was dangerously confining to squeezing her breast through her armored combat vehicle top. She gasped as she realized she was about to be groped for the get-go time. Her nipples hardening, denim impatiently moved his hand up to fondle her breast. Tom seemed shocked by her bravado, but took it in his stride.

Five proceedings later, both meridian were off and blue jean was loving the feel of her breasts mashing against his warm body.They fell to the floor, and jean gasped as she felt his protrusion on her thigh .'I 'm losing control condition', she realized, but could n't stop herself from wrestling with his pant till they were down his leg and pushing her own trousers and pants down. Tom whispered `` hell yes ``, seeing that jean could n't deplume her center away from his thick, warm pole. She grabbed his putz, 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 push it in, but as the head slipped in her tender fix, Jean gasped.
'' NO ! '' she screamed and crawled away from him backwards. Scrambling to put her clothes on, she felt her mind 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 face to his. `` nothing happened, we made out for a bit then went home. OK ? if you ever severalize anyone what really happened I swear I will secernate everyone you raped me, got it ? GOT IT ? ``
Tom staggered back, intimidated by her furiousness. `` OK, OK, i wont I swear. piece of tail ... ''
With that, he beat a overhasty retreat.

dungaree allowed herself to cave in. That could not bump again, she told herself, she had almost just lost her virginity at 15 on schooltime terra firma !
That day, she began to build her inner walls. But that nighttime, she realized just how frustrated she was at being that close but having no expiation.

She lay in bed, her parents snores rumbling through the paries, and desperately frigged her clit. Despite being turned on beyond impression, she could not take herself to climax. She ran through anything she could remember of that would wrench her on, and as she thought back to her confining encounter that good afternoon, she realized that part of the reason she had been so change by reversal on was that they were external. Seizing the first step, she slipped out of bed, put on her dressing gown and slipped out the downstairs windowpane. Her idea in a daze, blue jean landed in the garden and headed towards the route. Once there, she turned left, unconsciously heading towards the ballpark. Her heart in her mouthpiece, denim wondered what the neighbour would say if they saw her out in her dressing gown at 3 in the morning. ventilation arduous due to adrenaline, Jean eventually found herself sitting on the park workbench, with the park itself surrounded by houses. Now or never, Jean thought, and before she could convince herself out of it, allowed her dressing gown to fall to the trading floor. Jean groaned as the Night air whispered against her breasts. kitty moisture was dripping down her leg at the thought that anyone could look out of their window and see her au naturel body in the park, her breasts heaving as she breathed, moisture dripping down her leg and her altogether, sensual body covered in a sheen of sweat from the run and Adrenalin. Before she could avail herself, Jean let out a soft groan and flopped to the primer coat. Never in her unanimous liveliness had she felt such a euphoric horse sense of eroticism. Her heart almost rolling into her heading, she gave into the spirit. Her creamy thigh opened, her hand leapt down to her open vagina and plunged three fingers in. Jean moaned, writhing in the grass. With her other hand she grasped her full titty and squeezed ; she pinched and pulled her swollen mamilla and, in a fit of unruly desire, rolled over so her ass was up in the air. She rubbed her tits against the pot as the winding tickled her asshole and her hand plunged into her vagina. Jean was no longer a woman, she was simply snatch, tit, mouth, ass, lost in a tidal wave of desire. In a primal passion she plunged three digit into her mouth and sucked, imagining a thick shaft fucking her face.

Any passer by would have been flabbergasted by the view that night : a 15 year old miss, moaning as she plunged her fingerbreadth into her dripping cunt and animalistically humped her breasts against the ground whilst sucking her own finger's breadth. Jean did n't like, the unit village could have been lined up watching her and she could n't have stopped, in fact, it would have simply turned her on more. These thoughts spun through her ravaged thinker as she plunged through orgasm after orgasm. Minutes later, she opened her eyes as the Dame Muriel Spark 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 dwelling house.

Back in bed that nighttime, Jean realized she had begun a journey that would never stop ; as ashamed as she was, blue jean realized she was already looking forward to her next adventure. I must pace myself, she thought ; whilst gratifying, she would not let this sexual need take over her all life. She limit herself to once a workweek. Her eubstance aching with tiredness, Jean slipped into sleep.

***
Good clip, the 18 year old denim view to herself. She no longer bothered with the dressing gown, exiting her room completely defenseless. But that nighttime, as she slipped out the window and felt her naked body be aroused once again by the night child's play, Jean had no idea that, after going out over 130 times, this dark would be very different.

she sauntered leisurely up the road. Proud of her body, Jean enjoyed the view that right now some guy with a married woman and kids could be having the treat of his life history as he looked out the windowpane. This was in theory. In practice, blue jean 's reaction would be very different. As she stepped onto the village green, a light flicked on in a house directly facing dungaree. IN her 3 years, Jean had never actually come into physical contact with anyone on these night outings, and so her response were sluggish. A man appeared behind the window, and stretched. He obviously had worry quiescency, and found the night air cooling after the uncomfortable warmth under the covers. He leaned out of the window. As he did so, he noticed a movement across from him. It took him a moment to work out the pattern as his optic adjusted, and he gasped as his mind comprehended what he was seeing. A gorgeous nude daughter had just crumpled to the level and curled up as belittled as possible. Please, Jean prayed, please do n't see me. But see her he had. His psyche 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 knock, and cautiously looked up. The man had seen her, she realized and felt a flush go both to her face and kitty-cat. He wanted her attention. He picked up a phone by his bed ( Jeans night vision was excellent, and the background lighting enabled her to see everything perfectly ) and slowly, very obviously, pressed three numbers. Jean felt rip stinging her center and formed a implore sign. 'Ill do anything', she mouthed. Whether or not the man saw this subject matter was unclear, but he smirked as he realized he had her exactly where he wanted her. His married woman sleeping less than five feet away, he pointed to his private parts and wiggled his supercilium. He had noticed just how beautiful this girl was, and planned to get his replete.

Jean 's oral fissure opened in disgust and rent formed fully as she realized she had no choice - she would have to queer herself to this man, if her time to come was n't to be ruined by him calling the law. A station was not that far away, she would never reach her house in sentence, and the man knew it. Stifling a sob, She reluctantly lay down on the Gunter Grass, and the man panted as her tit swayed and her legs opened. Tentatively, never having had an audience before, denim opened her legs and let her hand rub her clit.

Ten minutes later, denim was moaning and writhing, her trunk bedspread out completely on the sens. Her bridge player was wet with her juices, her nipples were being tweaked and as the man watched she licked her own juice from her digit. After the initial disgust, Jean 's nympho side had taken over and she had realized that there is zippo more pleasing to an exhibitionist than being outside, with an consultation, masturbating. These dark opinion 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 to consensual sex and had gotten carried away himself ; tentatively at first, but realizing he was in mastery, he pulled his prick from his trunks and started to furiously beat one out to the wad of this naked young woman pleasuring herself. Jean guessed he had a married woman and this taboo thought sped her on even more. As she forced her whole fist into her vagina ( a deception it had taken year to accomplish fully ) she kept her eyes fixed on his bulging penis, and the two drove themselves to angry climax - jean wished his thick roach of cum would set down on her. Her tits bounced up and down with the forcefulness of her fisting and, after one the biggest coming of her life, the man winked and, with a smirk, symbolically turned the phone over on the table. denim, exhausted and feeling the old pity creep up on her again, crept back to her house. Were there no limits to her depravation ?

Despite her misgivings, Jean eventually returned to the streets at night, after a mere three hebdomad of absence. Unbeknownst to her, however, her escapade would only get better.

To be continued .