Jean lay under the natural covering, the soft bed tack caressing her naked torso. She lay, and waited. Her chest ached, her nipples begged for attention.Further down, she was as wet as she had ever been. And yet, she did not leave her hired man to actuate from the bed. Only five more minutes. Tonight was a tuesday night, her favourite dark. For three days now, Jean would wait until 3 in the morning time, technically, Wed, then slip out the life room window, clad only in her birthday suit, and wonder around her settlement. Jean had had 3 years to come to terms with her exhibitionism ; she no longer felt ashamed, nor did she feel particularly anxious of her parents discovering her. At 18 years old, dungaree was mature in every mother wit of the Word ; her fumbling, clumsy teenage years were mostly behind and she had developed into an particular womanhood. Standing at 5 infantry 8, blue jean was pale in a tranquil, greek statue sort of way, with perfectly formed C boob and a satisfying, if modest, behind. Her stomach was toned and smooth ; as jean well knew, moonlight was her most flattering light.

At high school, which dungaree had just finished, the son wanted to go after her but the athletic supporter didnt - they knew jean was no slut and would not settle for the dull football character - and the geeks felt themselves completely inadequate. Those in between, the modest, proficient looking guys, would occasionally ask her out and be treated to a dainty, if distant, engagement. However, dungaree never went further. alien to these fumbling boys, Jean had a voracious sexual appetite hidden beneath a tranquil exterior. She was afraid that, if some guy got that far, that this side would be exposed and she would descend into the school slattern.

So she kept her distance, and explored her sexuality alone. After days of development, blue jean found that the ultimate thrill lay in exhibitionism, and would allow herself to indulge in this shudder once a week. Why Tuesday ? Because Tues was her parents'date night, which meant they would return at 11 pm, fairly inebriate, have loud, titillating sex which blue jean would hear enviously too, then fall asleep completely dead to the humanity. Jean waited until 3 am to be sure, and would then lift downstairs, spread the windowpane ( no opportunity of a robbery in her sleepy village, it could be left open ) and wonder around, allowing the assuredness breezes to caress her raw body. Once the sexual urge became too much, Jean would give in to her primal lustfulness, fall to the land and bring herself to a massive orgasm in the forage, or in the parkland, or against the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. That done, she would dislocate back inside and nap.

Before this, she would not countenance herself to she-bop for three days prior, to construct the sexual urge. This could lead to some worry spot. Tues school day day were the operose ; she found it hard to concentrate as she looked forward to the moment when she spread her pegleg and plunged her finger's breadth into her pussy in some theater of operations for all to see. One history class early on in her exhibitionist vocation, she had orgasmed just thinking about it, rubbing her puss surreptitiously against the desk leg as her social class dozed on, oblivious.

prevarication in bed, jean thought back to her first ever night out.

***

she was xv. She had not yet established the shine outside she would maintain to hide her nymphomaniac face. So when Tom, a cute guy from her english class, had asked if she would care to meet him behind the science block ( everyone in school new that this was codification for `` getting it on '' ) she said yes almost immediately. The repose of the day passed agonisingly slowly, and Jean still remembered that wonderful butterfly feeling you get only when you are about to score 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 stress as he slowly walked toward her. Her pussy dripped as she realised he was probarbly visualising her naked ; perhaps being pounded from behing as her titmouse bounced up and down ; perhaps she was on top, screaming as she rode his hard putz. jean shook her capitulum from side to side. matter 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 fall out she would have to initialize. As they talked, Jean sauntered faithful, and before she knew he had planted his rim on hers.
His lips were subdued, firm but gentle. she molded her body to his and they continued for a few minute of arc, just enjoying first liaison. Jean felt herself getting hot ; her breathing became heavy as she slipped her natural language into his mouth. Something exchangeable happened to Tom, and with a jolt dungaree realized his hand was dangerously close to squeezing her boob through her cooler top. She gasped as she realized she was about to be groped for the 1st time. Her nipples hardening, Jean impatiently moved his hand up to caress her breast. Tom seemed shocked by her bravado, but took it in his stride.

five minute later, both circus tent were off and jean was loving the feel of her white meat mashing against his warm body.They fell to the floor, and Jean gasped as she felt his bump on her thigh .'I 'm losing command', she realized, but could n't stop herself from wrestling with his trousers till they were down his peg and pushing her own pant and knickers down. Tom whispered `` hell yes ``, seeing that blue jean could n't tear her middle away from his thick, ardent celestial pole. She grabbed his dick, loving the tone of it, and pumped up and down.
'' I need you inside me '' she gasped, and he obliged by placing his pecker at her entrance. HE started to push it in, but as the head slipped in her warm jam, dungaree gasped.
'' NO ! '' she screamed and crawled away from him backwards. Scrambling to put her clothes on, she felt her judgement Scottish reel at what she had almost allowed to happen.
Tom blushed deep red as he too, pulled his wearing apparel on.
'' What 's wrong ? you said you 'needed me- ''
'' Shut up ! '' blue 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 tell anyone what really happened I swear I will severalize everyone you raped me, got it ? GOT IT ? ``
Tom staggered back, intimidated by her vehemence. `` OK, OK, i wont I swear. Fuck ... ''
With that, he beat a headlong hideaway.

jean allowed herself to collapse. That could not happen again, she told herself, she had almost just lost her virginity at 15 on school basis !
That day, she began to progress her inner rampart. But that night, 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 walls, and desperately frigged her clit. Despite being turned on beyond belief, she could not bring herself to climax. She ran through anything she could think of that would turn her on, and as she thought back to her penny-pinching brush that afternoon, she realized that share of the reason she had been so reverse on was that they were out of doors. Seizing the enterprise, she slipped out of bed, put on her dressing nightie and slipped out the downstairs window. Her intellect in a stupor, Jean landed in the garden and headed towards the road. Once there, she turned left, unconsciously heading towards the park. Her center in her mouthpiece, Jean wondered what the neighbor would say if they saw her out in her dressing gown at 3 in the morning. external respiration grueling due to adrenaline, blue jean eventually found herself sitting on the park workbench, with the park itself surrounded by sign. Now or never, blue jean thought, and before she could win over herself out of it, allowed her dressing gown to precipitate to the level. Jean groaned as the night air whispered against her breasts. Pussy wet was dripping down her leg at the opinion that anyone could look out of their window and see her au naturel body in the park, her boob heaving as she breathed, wet dripping down her leg and her altogether, sensual eubstance covered in a sheen of elbow grease from the run and adrenaline. Before she could help herself, blue jean let out a sonant groan and flopped to the dry land. Never in her whole life-time had she felt such a euphoric sense of amorousness. Her middle almost rolling into her fountainhead, she gave into the flavor. Her creamy thighs opened, her hand leapt down to her open vagina and plunged three fingers in. jean moaned, writhing in the Mary Jane. With her other hand she grasped her full breasts and squeezed ; she pinched and pulled her swollen nipples and, in a fit of unmanageable desire, rolled over so her ass was up in the air. She rubbed her titmouse against the eatage as the malarkey tickled her whoreson and her hand plunged into her vagina. blue jean was no longer a woman, she was simply pussy, tits, oral fissure, ass, lost in a tidal wave of desire. In a primal passion she plunged three fingers into her backtalk and sucked, imagining a thick light beam fucking her face.

Any passer by would give birth been flabbergasted by the sight that dark : a 15 year old girl, moaning as she plunged her fingers into her dripping pussy and animalistically humped her tit against the primer whilst sucking her own finger's breadth. blue jean did n't wish, the solid Greenwich Village could cause been lined up watching her and she could n't have stopped, in fact, it would cause simply turned her on more. These intellection spun through her ravaged mind as she plunged through orgasm after orgasm. moment later, she opened her heart as the electric discharge stopped. She looked down, and was shocked to see she had four fingerbreadth 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 home.

Back in bed that dark, Jean realized she had begun a journeying that would never contain ; as ashamed as she was, Jean realized she was already looking forward to her following adventure. I must pace myself, she thought ; whilst gratifying, she would not let this sexual indigence yield over her all life. She limit herself to once a week. Her dead body aching with tiredness, denim slipped into sleep.

***
goodness times, the 18 year old Jean thought 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 naked body be aroused once again by the dark breeze, Jean had no estimate that, after going out over 130 times, this night would be very different.

she sauntered leisurely up the route. Proud of her soundbox, Jean enjoyed the opinion that right now some guy with a wife and Thomas Kid could be having the treat of his liveliness 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 gullible, a light flicked on in a business firm directly facing blue jean. IN her 3 years, Jean had never actually come into contact with anyone on these night field day, and so her reactions were sluggish. A man appeared behind the window, and stretched. He obviously had worry sleeping, and found the nighttime air cooling after the uncomfortable warmth under the screening. He leaned out of the window. As he did so, he noticed a movement across from him. It took him a moment to form out the flesh as his eyes adjusted, and he gasped as his mind comprehended what he was seeing. A gorgeous naked miss had just crumpled to the base and curled up as small as possible. Please, blue 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 sexuality of what she was doing. And decided to use it.

Jean, curled up on the floor, heard a belt, and cautiously looked up. The man had seen her, she realized and felt a flush go both to her aspect and puss. He wanted her aid. He picked up a phone by his bed ( Jeans night vision was excellent, and the screen background light enabled her to see everything perfectly ) and slowly, very obviously, pressed three numbers. denim felt rent stinging her eyes and formed a begging signaling. 'Ill do anything', she mouthed. Whether or not the man saw this substance was indecipherable, but he smirked as he realized he had her exactly where he wanted her. His wife sleeping less than five metrical foot away, he pointed to his crotch and wiggled his brow. He had noticed just how beautiful this young woman was, and planned to get his replete.

Jean 's mouthpiece opened in disgust and tears formed fully as she realized she had no option - she would have to give away herself to this man, if her future tense was n't to be ruined by him calling the police. A station was not that far away, she would never get through 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 leg opened. Tentatively, never having had an audience before, Jean opened her pegleg and let her hired hand rub her clitoris.

Ten min later, jean was moaning and writhing, her physical structure cattle farm out completely on the grass. Her hand was wet with her juice, her tit were being tweaked and as the man watched she licked her own juices from her fingers. After the initial disgust, Jean 's nympho side had taken over and she had realized that there is nothing more pleasing to an exhibitionist than being outside, with an audience, masturbating. These dark mentation 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 base, but realizing he was in control condition, he pulled his dick from his shorts and started to furiously beat one out to the sight of this naked girl pleasuring herself. Jean guessed he had a wife and this taboo thought sped her on even more. As she forced her whole clenched fist into her vagina ( a trick it had taken years to accomplish fully ) she kept her center fixed on his bulging penis, and the two drove themselves to furious climax - jean wished his thick ropes of cum would set down on her. Her tits bounced up and down with the force of her fisting and, after one the expectant orgasms of her living, the man winked and, with a smirk, symbolically turned the earphone over on the table. Jean, exhausted and feeling the old pity 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 escapade would only get adept.

To be continued .