Jean lay under the concealment, the soft bed canvass caressing her au naturel consistency. 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 hands to prompt from the bed. Only five more mo. Tonight was a Tuesday Nox, her best-loved night. For three years now, denim would wait until 3 in the forenoon, technically, Wed, then slip out the living room window, clad only in her natal day suit, and wonder around her village. blue jean had had 3 days to fare to footing with her exhibitionism ; 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 sentiency of the Scripture ; her fumbling, bunglesome teenage years were mostly behind and she had developed into an particular woman. Standing at 5 fundament 8, Jean was pale in a smooth, greek statue kind of way, with perfectly formed C breasts and a satisfying, if modest, behind. Her tum was toned and smooth ; as jean well knew, moonshine was her most flattering spark.

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 slow football case - and the flake felt themselves completely poor. Those in between, the modest, good looking guys, would occasionally ask her out and be treated to a decent, if distant, date. However, blue jean never went further. alien to these fumbling son, Jean had a ravening sexual appetite hidden beneath a smooth exterior. She was afraid that, if some guy got that far, that this side would be exposed and she would deign into the schooltime slut.

So she kept her distance, and explored her sexuality alone. After geezerhood of development, Jean found that the ultimate thrill lay in exhibitionism, and would let herself to luxuriate in this bang once a week. Why Tuesday ? Because tuesday was her parents'date night, which meant they would refund at 11 pm, fairly inebriate, have loud, erotic sex which Jean would mind enviously too, then fall asleep completely dead to the world. jean waited until 3 am to be sure, and would then slip downstairs, unfold the window ( no luck of a looting in her sleepy village, it could be left out-of-doors ) and wonder around, allowing the aplomb breeze to fondle her naked physical structure. Once the sexual urge became too much, Jean would give in to her aboriginal lecherousness, fall to the ground and bring herself to a monolithic sexual climax in the supergrass, or in the green, or against the trees. That done, she would slip back inside and sopor.

Before this, she would not countenance herself to masturbate for three days prior, to build up the intimate urges. This could lead to some interesting site. Tues school daylight were the hardest ; she found it hard to condense as she looked forward to the moment when she spread her legs and plunged her digit into her pussy in some field for all to see. One account social class early on in her flasher career, she had orgasmed just thinking about it, rubbing her kitty surreptitiously against the desk leg as her class dozed on, oblivious.

lying in bed, Jean thought back to her first ever night out.

***

she was 15. She had not yet established the fine-tune outside she would maintain to hide her nymphomaniac side. So when Tom, a cute guy from her English language grade, had asked if she would care to meet him behind the science block ( everyone in school day new that this was code for `` getting it on '' ) she said yes almost immediately. The rest of the day passed agonisingly slowly, and Jean still remembered that wonderful butterfly touch you get only when you are about to make out with a new guy. She waited behind the science block at 4 after schooltime as promised. Tom appeared 100 cadence away from behind the language department, and dungaree loved the tension as he slowly walked toward her. Her puss dripped as she realised he was probarbly visualising her nude ; 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 head from face 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 things were going to happen she would have to initialize. As they talked, Jean sauntered closer, and before she knew he had planted his lips on hers.
His lip were easy, firm but gentle. she molded her body to his and they continued for a few minutes, just enjoying low gear contact. Jean felt herself getting hot ; her breathing became grave as she slipped her clapper into his mouth. Something similar happened to Tom, and with a electric shock jean realized his paw was dangerously close to squeezing her breasts through her tank top. She gasped as she realized she was about to be groped for the first time. Her teat hardening, Jean impatiently moved his hand up to caress her breast. Tom seemed shocked by her bravado, but took it in his stride.

Five minutes later, both tops were off and dungaree was loving the feel of her breasts mashing against his warm body.They fell to the level, and blue 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 legs and pushing her own trousers and knee breeches down. Tom whispered `` hell yes ``, seeing that blue jean could n't pull her eyes away from his midst, 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 putz at her entrance. HE started to push it in, but as the head slipped in her warm hole, Jean gasped.
'' NO ! '' she screamed and crawled away from him backwards. Scrambling to put her clothes on, she felt her thinker reel at what she had almost allowed to happen.
Tom blushed deep red as he too, pulled his clothes on.
'' What 's ill-timed ? you said you 'needed me- ''
'' Shut up ! '' Jean screamed, and she moved in close to put her expression to his. `` nothing happened, we made out for a bit then went home plate. 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 ferocity. `` OK, OK, i wont I swear. shag ... ''
With that, he beat a precipitate hideaway.

dungaree allowed herself to founder. That could not happen again, she told herself, she had almost just lost her virginity at 15 on schoolhouse grounds !
That day, she began to establish her inner walls. But that Night, she realized just how discomfited 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 button. Despite being turned on beyond belief, she could not bring herself to climax. She ran through anything she could consider of that would turn her on, and as she thought back to her conclusion confrontation that afternoon, she realized that persona of the reason she had been so release on was that they were outside. Seizing the go-ahead, she slipped out of bed, put on her dressing gown and slipped out the downstairs window. Her mind in a daze, Jean landed in the garden and headed towards the road. Once there, she turned left, unconsciously heading towards the park. Her heart in her sass, Jean wondered what the neighbors would say if they saw her out in her dressing gown at 3 in the sunup. respiration hard due to adrenaline, denim eventually found herself sitting on the parkland bench, with the Mungo Park itself surrounded by planetary house. Now or never, blue jean thought, and before she could convert herself out of it, allowed her dressing nightie to flow to the floor. blue jean groaned as the night air whispered against her knocker. Pussy moisture was dripping down her leg at the intellection that anyone could look out of their window and see her naked body in the park, her bosom heaving as she breathed, wet dripping down her leg and her altogether, carnal body covered in a lustre of sweat from the run and Adrenalin. Before she could help herself, Jean let out a easygoing groan and flopped to the priming coat. Never in her entirely animation had she felt such a euphoric sensation of eroticism. Her eyes almost rolling into her head, she gave into the look. Her creamy thighs opened, her hand leapt down to her undefended vagina and plunged three finger in. denim moaned, writhing in the grass. With her other hired man she grasped her full breasts and squeezed ; she pinched and pulled her intumesce nipples and, in a fit of uncontrollable desire, rolled over so her ass was up in the air. She rubbed her nipple against the gage as the wind tickled her asshole and her manus plunged into her vagina. blue jean was no tenacious a woman, she was simply twat, tits, back talk, ass, lost in a tidal wave of desire. In a primal passion she plunged three fingerbreadth into her mouth and sucked, imagining a thick shaft fucking her face.

Any passer by would have been flabbergasted by the wad that Nox : a 15 twelvemonth old girl, moaning as she plunged her fingers into her dripping kitty-cat and animalistically humped her bosom against the land whilst sucking her own digit. Jean did n't care, the whole village could have been lined up watching her and she could n't let stopped, in fact, it would stimulate simply turned her on more. These thoughts spun through her ravaged mind as she plunged through sexual climax after sexual climax. Minutes later, she opened her eyes 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 gown and glancing nervously around, quickly ran back habitation.

Back in bed that dark, Jean realized she had begun a journey that would never stop ; as ashamed as she was, Jean realized she was already looking forward to her next escapade. I must stride myself, she thought ; whilst enjoyable, she would not let this intimate want take over her altogether spirit. She limit herself to once a week. Her body aching with fatigue, denim slipped into sleep.

***
Good fourth dimension, the 18 year old jean thought to herself. She no longer bothered with the dressing gown, exiting her way completely au naturel. But that night, as she slipped out the window and felt her raw consistency be aroused once again by the dark zephyr, jean had no thought that, after going out over 130 clock time, this night would be very different.

she sauntered leisurely up the road. Proud of her eubstance, denim enjoyed the thought that right now some guy with a married woman and kidskin could be having the treat of his liveliness as he looked out the window. This was in theory. In practice, jean 's response would be very unlike. As she stepped onto the village honey oil, a light flicked on in a house directly facing Jean. IN her 3 long time, Jean had never actually come into impinging with anyone on these night outing, and so her reaction were sulky. A man appeared behind the window, and stretched. He obviously had trouble quiescence, and found the Nox air cooling after the uncomfortable heat under the blanket. He leaned out of the window. As he did so, he noticed a apparent movement across from him. It took him a instant to put to work out the conformation as his eyes adjusted, and he gasped as his mind comprehended what he was seeing. A gorgeous defenseless 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 hollo the police, but would n't. He understood the sexuality of what she was doing. And decided to use it.

dungaree, curled up on the floor, heard a roast, 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 headphone by his bed ( Jeans night vision was splendid, and the desktop Christ Within enabled her to see everything perfectly ) and slowly, very obviously, pressed three Numbers. Jean felt tears stinging her eyes and formed a solicit 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 foundation away, he pointed to his crotch and wiggled his eyebrows. He had noticed just how beautiful this girl was, and planned to get his good.

Jean 's sassing opened in disgust and weeping formed fully as she realized she had no selection - she would stimulate to reveal herself to this man, if her future was n't to be ruined by him calling the police. A station was not that far away, she would never reach her house in time, and the man knew it. Stifling a sob, She reluctantly lay down on the Mary Jane, and the man panted as her titty swayed and her legs opened. Tentatively, never having had an interview before, dungaree opened her pegleg and let her hand rub her clitoris.

Ten minutes later, jean was moaning and writhing, her body spread out completely on the skunk. Her helping hand was wet with her juices, her tit were being tweaked and as the man watched she licked her own juices from her fingers. After the initial disgust, denim 's nymphomaniac side of meat had taken over and she had realized that there is nothing more pleasing to an flasher than being outside, with an audience, masturbating. These dark thoughts had taken over and she had given herself up completely to the raging desires coursing through her organic structure. The man saw the passage from force to consensual sex and had gotten carried away himself ; tentatively at first, but realizing he was in dominance, he pulled his shaft from his shorts and started to furiously amaze one out to the deal of this naked young lady 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 trick it had taken long time to carry out fully ) she kept her eyes fixed on his bulging penis, and the two drove themselves to furious orgasms - jean wished his thick ropes of cum would land on her. Her tits bounced up and down with the personnel of her fisting and, after one the great orgasms of her life, the man winked and, with a smirk, symbolically turned the phone over on the table. jean, exhausted and feeling the old shame creep up on her again, crept back to her house. Were there no point of accumulation to her turpitude ?

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

To be continued .