blue jean lay under the covers, the soft bed tabloid caressing her raw 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 set aside her hands to move from the bed. Only five more minutes. Tonight was a tuesday night, her preferred Nox. For three years now, dungaree would await until 3 in the morning, technically, Wednesday, then slip out the living room windowpane, clad only in her birthday cause, and wonder around her village. Jean had had 3 eld to fall to terms with her immodesty ; she no longer felt ashamed, nor did she feel particularly anxious of her parents discovering her. At 18 class old, jean was mature in every sense of the word ; her fumbling, gawky teenage twelvemonth were mostly behind and she had developed into an exceptional woman. Standing at 5 foot 8, blue jean 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 Jean well knew, Moon was her most flattering light.

At high school, which Jean had just finished, the male child wanted to go after her but the athlete didnt - they knew Jean was no slut and would not fall for the dull football eccentric - and the eccentric person felt themselves completely poor. Those in between, the mild, practiced looking guy, would occasionally ask her out and be treated to a decent, if distant, day of the month. However, blue jean never went further. Unknown to these fumbling boys, denim had a edacious sexual appetency hidden beneath a placid outside. She was afraid that, if some guy got that far, that this side would be exposed and she would deign into the schooltime slattern.

So she kept her distance, and explored her sexuality alone. After geezerhood of development, Jean found that the ultimate shudder lay in exhibitionism, and would allow herself to indulge in this tingle once a hebdomad. Why Tues ? Because Tues was her parents'date night, which meant they would return at 11 pm, fairly drunkard, have loud, erotic sex which denim would listen enviously too, then pass asleep completely short to the world. Jean waited until 3 am to be sure, and would then slip downstairs, open the windowpane ( no luck of a robbery in her sleepyheaded village, it could be left open ) and wonder around, allowing the cool breezes to caress her naked body. Once the sexual urge became too much, denim would give in to her primaeval lust, crepuscle to the ground and bring herself to a monolithic orgasm in the grasses, or in the parking area, or against the tree diagram. That done, she would steal back inside and log Z's.

Before this, she would not permit herself to masturbate for three days prior, to construct the intimate urges. This could lead to some matter to state of affairs. Tuesday school mean solar day were the laborious ; she found it hard to center as she looked forward to the moment when she spread her legs and plunged her fingers into her pussy in some field for all to see. One chronicle class early on in her exhibitionist career, she had orgasmed just thinking about it, rubbing her cunt surreptitiously against the desk leg as her year dozed on, oblivious.

prevarication in bed, Jean thought back to her kickoff ever night out.

* * *

she was fifteen. She had not yet established the polished exterior she would keep up to enshroud her nympho position. So when Tom, a cute guy from her english class, had asked if she would like to forgather him behind the scientific discipline city block ( everyone in schoolhouse new that this was code for `` getting it on '' ) she said yes almost immediately. The sleep of the day passed agonisingly slowly, and Jean 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 schoolhouse as promised. Tom appeared 100 meter away from behind the language department, and dungaree loved the tautness as he slowly walked toward her. Her puss dripped as she realised he was probarbly visualising her au naturel ; perhaps being pounded from behing as her pap bounced up and down ; perhaps she was on top, screaming as she rode his surd beam of light. 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 dungaree realized that if things were going to encounter she would stimulate to initialise. As they talked, Jean sauntered tight, and before she knew he had planted his lip on hers.
His lip were soft, firm but gentle. she molded her body to his and they continued for a few hour, just enjoying first inter-group communication. dungaree felt herself getting hot ; her breathing became heavy as she slipped her natural language into his mouth. Something standardised happened to Tom, and with a electric shock jean realized his deal was dangerously close to squeezing her breast through her tank top. She gasped as she realized she was about to be groped for the firstly metre. Her tit hardening, jean impatiently moved his manus up to caress her bosom. Tom seemed dismayed by her bravado, but took it in his stride.

five-spot mo later, both tops were off and dungaree was loving the feel of her chest mashing against his warm body.They fell to the floor, and denim gasped as she felt his bulge on her thigh .'I 'm losing controller', she realized, but could n't block up herself from wrestling with his trousers till they were down his legs and pushing her own trouser and bloomers down. Tom whispered `` hell yes ``, seeing that dungaree could n't pull in her eyes away from his thick, warm pole. She grabbed his dick, loving the flavor of it, and pumped up and down.
'' I need you inside me '' she gasped, and he obliged by placing his dick at her entry. HE started to push it in, but as the head slipped in her quick muddle, Jean gasped.
'' NO ! '' she screamed and crawled away from him backwards. Scrambling to put her clothes on, she felt her judgement 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 finis to put her face to his. `` goose egg happened, we made out for a bit then went home. OK ? if you ever tell anyone what really happened I swear I will tell everyone you raped me, got it ? GOT IT ? ``
Tom staggered back, intimidated by her wildness. `` OK, OK, i wont I swear. shag ... ''
With that, he beat a precipitant retreat.

dungaree allowed herself to collapse. That could not happen again, she told herself, she had almost just lost her virginity at 15 on school grounds !
That day, she began to make her inner rampart. But that Nox, 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 bulwark, and desperately frigged her clitoris. Despite being turned on beyond opinion, she could not bestow herself to climax. She ran through anything she could think of that would bend her on, and as she thought back to her near clash that afternoon, she realized that component part of the intellect she had been so change state on was that they were external. Seizing the initiative, she slipped out of bed, put on her dressing gown and slipped out the downstairs window. Her mind in a stupor, blue jean landed in the garden and headed towards the road. Once there, she turned left, unconsciously heading towards the common. Her heart in her oral fissure, Jean wondered what the neighbor would say if they saw her out in her dressing nightdress at 3 in the cockcrow. breathing hard due to adrenaline, blue jean eventually found herself sitting on the parking lot bench, with the park itself surrounded by house. Now or never, jean thought, and before she could convince herself out of it, allowed her dressing gown to fall down to the level. dungaree groaned as the night air whispered against her chest. kitty-cat moisture was dripping down her leg at the mentation that anyone could take care out of their window and see her naked body in the park, her breasts heaving as she breathed, moisture dripping down her leg and her hale, sensual body covered in a shininess of sweat from the run and adrenaline. Before she could help herself, Jean let out a soft groan and flopped to the footing. Never in her whole life had she felt such a euphoric sense of eroticism. Her oculus almost rolling into her headway, she gave into the feelings. Her creamy thighs opened, her hired man leapt down to her subject vagina and plunged three fingers in. Jean moaned, writhing in the grass. With her other 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 pasturage as the hint tickled her prick and her hand plunged into her vagina. blue jean was no longer a cleaning woman, she was simply pussy, tit, mouth, ass, lost in a tidal undulation of desire. In a primaeval mania she plunged three digit into her lip and sucked, imagining a thick peter fucking her face.

Any passer by would have been flabbergasted by the heap that night : a 15 twelvemonth old young lady, moaning as she plunged her finger's breadth into her dripping pussycat and animalistically humped her breasts against the background whilst sucking her own fingerbreadth. dungaree did n't care, the unhurt Greenwich Village could cause 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 scourge idea as she plunged through orgasm after orgasm. Minutes later, she opened her oculus as the sparks 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 nightgown and glancing nervously around, quickly ran back home.

Back in bed that dark, Jean realized she had begun a journeying that would never stop ; as ashamed as she was, dungaree realized she was already looking forward to her next adventure. I must pace myself, she thought ; whilst gratifying, she would not let this sexual motive take over her hale life. She limit herself to once a week. Her body aching with weariness, denim slipped into sleep.

* * *
Good times, the 18 twelvemonth old dungaree thought to herself. She no longer bothered with the dressing nightgown, exiting her room completely bare. But that nighttime, as she slipped out the window and felt her au naturel dead body be aroused once again by the dark walkover, blue jean had no idea that, after going out over 130 clip, this nighttime would be very different.

she sauntered leisurely up the road. Proud of her body, jean enjoyed the thought that right now some guy with a wife and kids could be having the treat of his aliveness as he looked out the window. This was in hypothesis. In recitation, Jean 's reaction would be very dissimilar. As she stepped onto the village green, a wakeful flicked on in a theatre directly facing dungaree. IN her 3 year, Jean had never actually come into contact with anyone on these night outings, and so her chemical reaction were sluggish. A man appeared behind the window, and stretched. He obviously had trouble quiescency, and found the night air cooling after the uncomfortable heat under the back. He leaned out of the window. As he did so, he noticed a trend across from him. It took him a consequence to work out the shape as his eyes adjusted, and he gasped as his thinker comprehended what he was seeing. A gorgeous naked girl had just crumpled to the trading floor and curled up as small as possible. Please, Jean prayed, please do n't see me. But see her he had. His creative thinker racing, he realized he should call the police, but would n't. He understood the gender of what she was doing. And decided to use it.

Jean, curled up on the story, heard a whang, and cautiously looked up. The man had seen her, she realized and felt a bloom go both to her side and pussy. He wanted her attention. He picked up a sound by his bed ( Jeans night vision was excellent, and the background light enabled her to see everything perfectly ) and slowly, very obviously, pressed three numbers. jean felt tears stinging her eyes and formed a beggary signaling. '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 girl was, and planned to get his full.

blue jean 's lip opened in disgust and weeping formed fully as she realized she had no option - she would have to display herself to this man, if her futurity was n't to be ruined by him calling the police. A place was not that far away, she would never reach her theatre in time, and the man knew it. Stifling a sob, She reluctantly lay down on the grass, and the man panted as her breasts swayed and her peg opened. Tentatively, never having had an audience before, blue jean opened her legs and let her hired hand rub her clit.

Ten instant later, jean was moaning and writhing, her torso spread out completely on the grass. Her hand was wet with her succus, her teat were being tweaked and as the man watched she licked her own juices from her fingers. After the initial disgust, Jean 's nymphomaniac side had taken over and she had realized that there is cipher more pleasing to an exhibitionist than being outside, with an audience, masturbating. These dreary thoughts had taken over and she had given herself up completely to the raging desires coursing through her body. The man saw the modulation from military unit to consensual sex and had gotten carried away himself ; tentatively at first, but realizing he was in control, he pulled his pecker from his drawers and started to furiously beat one out to the survey of this naked girlfriend pleasuring herself. Jean guessed he had a married woman and this taboo thought sped her on even more. As she forced her all fist into her vagina ( a caper it had taken years to achieve fully ) she kept her eyes fixed on his bulging member, and the two drove themselves to maddened sexual climax - Jean wished his thick ropes of cum would land on her. Her tits bounced up and down with the force of her fisting and, after one the fully grown orgasms of her aliveness, 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 terminus ad quem to her turpitude ?

Despite her distrust, Jean eventually returned to the streets at Night, after a mere three hebdomad of absence seizure. Unbeknownst to her, however, her dangerous undertaking would only get break.

To be continued .