Jean lay under the covert, the soft bed sheets caressing her defenseless 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 custody to move from the bed. Only five more min. Tonight was a tuesday night, her favourite night. For three years now, Jean would wait until 3 in the morning, technically, Wed, then slip out the living room windowpane, clad only in her birthday wooing, and wonder around her village. Jean had had 3 geezerhood to make out to terminus with her exhibitionism ; she no longer felt ashamed, nor did she find particularly uneasy of her parents discovering her. At 18 years old, denim was mature in every sense of the word ; her fumbling, clumsy teenage yr were mostly behind and she had developed into an surpassing fair sex. Standing at 5 metrical unit 8, jean was pale in a smoothen, greek statue kind of way, with perfectly formed C breasts and a satisfying, if meek, behind. Her belly was toned and smooth ; as blue jean well knew, moonlight was her most flatter illumination.

At high up school, which Jean had just finished, the boy wanted to go after her but the jocks didnt - they knew denim was no slattern and would not fall for the silent football type - and the oddball felt themselves completely inadequate. Those in between, the modest, honorable looking guy rope, would occasionally ask her out and be treated to a nice, if distant, appointment. However, blue jean never went further. Unknown to these fumbling boys, blue jean had a voracious intimate appetite hidden beneath a polish outside. She was afraid that, if some guy got that far, that this side would be exposed and she would descend into the schooltime slut.

So she kept her distance, and explored her sex alone. After long time of development, Jean found that the ultimate charge lay in exhibitionism, and would allow herself to indulge in this thrill once a week. Why Tues ? Because Tuesday was her parents'date night, which meant they would return at 11 pm, fairly drunk, have loud, titillating sex which denim would listen enviously too, then pass asleep completely dead to the globe. jean waited until 3 am to be certainly, and would then sneak downstairs, open the window ( no luck of a robbery in her sleepy Village, it could be left spread out ) and wonder around, allowing the assuredness air to caress her naked body. Once the sexual itch became too a great deal, denim would give in to her primal lecherousness, drop to the flat coat and bring herself to a massive orgasm in the grasses, or in the park, or against the trees. That done, she would fall away back inside and eternal sleep.

Before this, she would not let herself to jack off for three 24-hour interval prior, to build the sexual urges. This could conduce to some concern state of affairs. Tues school 24-hour interval were the hardest ; she found it heavily to condense as she looked forward to the moment when she spread her peg and plunged her finger into her puss in some arena for all to see. One story form early on in her exhibitionist career, she had orgasmed just thinking about it, rubbing her pussy surreptitiously against the desk leg as her course dozed on, oblivious.

Lying in bed, Jean thought back to her initiatory ever night out.

***

she was xv. She had not yet established the shine exterior she would hold to hide out her nympho side of meat. So when Tom, a cunning guy from her side class, had asked if she would like to foregather him behind the science occlusion ( everyone in school day new that this was codification for " getting it on " ) she said yes almost immediately. The rest of the day passed agonisingly slowly, and blue jean still remembered that wonderful butterfly stroke feeling you get only when you are about to make out with a new guy. She waited behind the science city block at 4 after school as promised. Tom appeared 100 metres away from behind the voice communication department, and Jean loved the tautness 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 tits bounced up and down ; perhaps she was on top, screaming as she rode his heavy shaft. 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 public lecture commenced, and blue jean realized that if things were going to encounter she would have to initialise. As they talked, blue jean sauntered closer, and before she knew he had planted his mouth on hers.
His mouth were soft, firm but gentle. she molded her torso to his and they continued for a few minutes, just enjoying for the first time inter-group communication. Jean felt herself getting hot ; her breathing became heavy as she slipped her tongue into his mouth. Something similar happened to Tom, and with a impact denim realized his hand was dangerously come together to squeezing her breasts through her tank top. She gasped as she realized she was about to be groped for the for the first time time. Her teat hardening, denim impatiently moved his hand up to caress her breast. Tom seemed shocked by her bravado, but took it in his stride.

Five second later, both superlative were off and jean was loving the feel of her breast mashing against his warm body.They fell to the base, and Jean gasped as she felt his bulge on her second joint.'I'm losing control & # 039 ;, she realized, but couldn't block up herself from wrestling with his pant till they were down his legs and pushing her own trouser and bloomers down. Tom whispered " hell yes ", seeing that blue jean couldn't pull her eyes away from his thick, affectionate pole. She grabbed his cock, loving the flavour of it, and pumped up and down.
" I need you inside me " she gasped, and he obliged by placing his peter at her entrance. HE started to push it in, but as the top dog 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 mind reel at what she had almost allowed to happen.
Tom blushed deep red as he too, pulled his clothes on.
" What's wrong ? you said you'needed me- "
" Shut up ! " blue jean screamed, and she moved in confining to put her cheek to his. " zero happened, we made out for a bit then went home base. OK ? if you ever tell anyone what really happened I swear I will tell apart everyone you raped me, got it ? GOT IT ? "
Tom staggered back, intimidated by her fury. " OK, OK, i wont I swear. roll in the hay... "
With that, he beat a hasty retirement.

Jean allowed herself to collapse. That could not happen again, she told herself, she had almost just lost her virginity at 15 on school reason !
That day, she began to ramp up her inner walls. But that dark, 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 clit. Despite being turned on beyond belief, she could not bring herself to culminate. She ran through anything she could opine of that would sprain her on, and as she thought back to her close skirmish that afternoon, she realized that portion of the reason she had been so turned on was that they were outside. Seizing the initiative, she slipped out of bed, put on her dressing gown and slipped out the downstairs window. Her mind in a shock, blue jean landed in the garden and headed towards the road. Once there, she turned left, unconsciously heading towards the parkland. Her fondness in her mouth, denim wondered what the neighbors would say if they saw her out in her dressing nightdress at 3 in the aurora. Breathing hard due to adrenaline, dungaree eventually found herself sitting on the green bench, with the park itself surrounded by houses. Now or never, blue jean thought, and before she could convince herself out of it, allowed her dressing gown to fall to the floor. dungaree groaned as the nighttime air whispered against her breasts. snatch moisture was dripping down her leg at the persuasion that anyone could look out of their window and see her defenseless body in the park, her breasts heaving as she breathed, moisture dripping down her leg and her whole, sultry body covered in a sheen of sweat from the run and epinephrin. Before she could help herself, denim let out a soft groan and flopped to the ground. Never in her whole life had she felt such a euphoric sense of sexiness. Her eyes almost rolling into her head, she gave into the feelings. Her creamy thigh opened, her hand leapt down to her open air vagina and plunged three fingers in. Jean moaned, writhing in the grass. With her former hand she grasped her full breasts and squeezed ; she pinched and pulled her egotistical nipples and, in a fit of unmanageable desire, rolled over so her ass was up in the air. She rubbed her tits against the eatage as the wind tickled her arsehole and her script plunged into her vagina. Jean was no thirster a womanhood, she was simply pussy, tits, sass, ass, lost in a tidal wave of desire. In a primeval passion she plunged three fingers into her lip and sucked, imagining a thick cock fucking her face.

Any passer by would have been flabbergasted by the sight that night : a 15 class old girlfriend, moaning as she plunged her fingerbreadth into her dripping pussy and animalistically humped her tit against the ground whilst sucking her own finger's breadth. blue jean didn't care, the altogether Village could have been lined up watching her and she couldn't have stopped, in fact, it would have simply turned her on more. These thoughts spun through her pillaged mind as she plunged through sexual climax after coming. Minutes later, she opened her heart 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 home.

backrest in bed that nighttime, jean realized she had begun a journeying that would never stop ; as ashamed as she was, Jean realized she was already looking forward to her next adventure. I must gait myself, she thought ; whilst enjoyable, she would not let this sexual need takings over her whole life. She limit herself to once a week. Her body aching with tiredness, jean slipped into sleep.

***
Good times, the 18 yr old jean thought to herself. She no longer bothered with the dressing gown, exiting her elbow room completely nude. But that night, as she slipped out the window and felt her au naturel dead body be aroused once again by the night piece of cake, Jean had no melodic theme that, after going out over 130 times, this night would be very different.

she sauntered leisurely up the route. 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 life as he looked out the windowpane. This was in theory. In drill, jean's reaction would be very unlike. As she stepped onto the village green, a illumination flicked on in a house directly facing Jean. IN her 3 class, Jean had never actually come into physical contact with anyone on these night expedition, and so her reactions were soggy. A man appeared behind the window, and stretched. He obviously had hassle sleeping, and found the Night air cooling after the uncomfortable heat energy under the covers. He leaned out of the windowpane. As he did so, he noticed a movement across from him. It took him a moment to sour out the SHAPE as his eyes adjusted, and he gasped as his mind comprehended what he was seeing. A gorgeous naked girl had just crumpled to the floor and curled up as small as possible. Please, Jean prayed, please don't see me. But see her he had. His nous racing, he realized he should call the police force, but wouldn't. He understood the sexuality of what she was doing. And decided to use it.

jean, curled up on the floor, heard a knocking, and cautiously looked up. The man had seen her, she realized and felt a flush go both to her font and pussy. He wanted her attention. He picked up a phone by his bed ( blue jean Night imaginativeness was first-class, and the backcloth lighting enabled her to see everything perfectly ) and slowly, very obviously, pressed three numbers. Jean felt crying stinging her middle and formed a mendicancy signal.'Ill do anything & # 039 ;, 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 married woman sleeping less than five fundament away, he pointed to his privates and wiggled his eyebrows. He had noticed just how beautiful this girl was, and planned to get his full.

jean's oral cavity opened in disgust and binge formed fully as she realized she had no choice - she would give birth to expose herself to this man, if her futurity wasn't to be ruined by him calling the police. A station was not that far away, she would never touch her house in metre, and the man knew it. Stifling a sob, She reluctantly lay down on the grass, and the man panted as her chest swayed and her legs opened. Tentatively, never having had an consultation before, jean opened her legs and let her mitt rub her clit.

Ten instant later, jean was moaning and writhing, her body spread out completely on the sens. Her handwriting was wet with her juice, her nipples were being tweaked and as the man watched she licked her own juice from her fingers. After the initial disgust, dungaree's nympho side had taken over and she had realized that there is nothing more pleasing to an flasher than being international, with an audience, masturbating. These dark thoughts 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 world-class, but realizing he was in ascendance, he pulled his cock from his underdrawers and started to furiously baffle one out to the sight of this raw girl pleasuring herself. Jean guessed he had a wife and this tabu thought sped her on even More. As she forced her solid clenched fist into her vagina ( a trick it had taken age to attain fully ) she kept her eyes fixed on his bulging member, and the two drove themselves to wild orgasms - Jean wished his thick ropes of cum would land on her. Her tits bounced up and down with the force play of her fisting and, after one the biggest sexual climax of her aliveness, the man winked and, with a smirk, symbolically turned the phone over on the mesa. Jean, exhausted and feeling the old pity creep up on her again, crept back to her theater. Were there no limit to her depravity ?

Despite her qualm, dungaree 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.