dungaree lay under the covers, the mild bed sheets caressing her naked torso. She lay, and waited. Her breast 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 incite from the bed. Only five to a greater extent minutes. Tonight was a tuesday night, her dearie nighttime. For three twelvemonth now, Jean would wait until 3 in the morning, technically, Wednesday, then slip out the livelihood elbow room windowpane, clad only in her natal day courtship, and wonder around her village. Jean had had 3 years to come to footing with her exhibitionism ; she no longer felt ashamed, nor did she feel particularly uneasy of her parents discovering her. At 18 years old, Jean was mature in every common sense of the word ; her fumbling, gawky teenage years were mostly behind and she had developed into an exceptional woman. Standing at 5 ft 8, jean was pale in a smooth, Hellenic statue kind of way, with perfectly formed C white meat and a satisfying, if modest, behind. Her stomach was toned and smooth ; as Jean well knew, Moon was her most blandish visible light.

At high school, which jean had just finished, the boys wanted to go after her but the jocks didnt - they knew Jean was no slattern and would not hang for the dumb football eccentric - and the geeks felt themselves completely inadequate. Those in between, the modest, good looking guys, would occasionally ask her out and be treated to a nice, if distant, date. However, Jean never went further. Unknown to these fumbling boys, blue jean had a ravening sexual appetite hidden beneath a smooth outside. She was afraid that, if some guy got that far, that this side would be exposed and she would descend into the schooling trollop.

So she kept her distance, and explored her sexuality alone. After years of maturation, Jean found that the ultimate shudder lay in immodesty, and would allow herself to cosset in this thrill once a calendar week. Why Tuesday ? Because Tuesday was her parents'appointment night, which meant they would return at 11 pm, fairly sot, have loud, titillating sex which Jean would listen enviously too, then strike asleep completely idle to the world. denim waited until 3 am to be sure, and would then sneak downstairs, open the windowpane ( no luck of a looting in her sleepyheaded settlement, it could be left undefendable ) and wonder around, allowing the coolheaded breezes to caress her nude body. Once the sexual urge became too much, Jean would give in to her primal luxuria, fall to the ground and work herself to a monumental orgasm in the grasses, or in the park, or against the trees. That done, she would dislocate back inside and sleep.

Before this, she would not permit herself to she-bop for three days prior, to build the intimate urges. This could precede to some interesting berth. Tuesday shoal Clarence Shepard Day Jr. were the hardest ; she found it operose to rivet as she looked forward to the present moment when she spread her legs and plunged her fingerbreadth into her pussycat in some line of business for all to see. One history class early on in her exhibitionist career, she had orgasmed just thinking about it, rubbing her snatch surreptitiously against the desk leg as her category dozed on, oblivious.

Lying in bed, Jean thought back to her number 1 ever night out.

***

she was fifteen. She had not yet established the polished exterior she would uphold to obscure her nympho side. So when Tom, a precious guy from her english grade, had asked if she would like to conform to him behind the science engine block ( everyone in school 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 marvelous butterfly stroke smell you get only when you are about to make 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 section, and Jean loved the tension 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 teat bounced up and down ; perhaps she was on top, screaming as she rode his hard shaft. denim shook her head from incline to side. Things were not going to get that far, she told herself.

Tom reached her. `` Hi '' he said, and blushed.
Awkward small-scale talk commenced, and jean realized that if things were going to happen she would cause to initialize. As they talked, denim sauntered penny-pinching, and before she knew he had planted his backtalk on hers.
His lip were sonant, business firm but gentle. she molded her torso to his and they continued for a few proceedings, just enjoying first of all touch. 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 jar Jean realized his helping hand was dangerously last to squeezing her breasts through her tank top. She gasped as she realized she was about to be groped for the inaugural metre. Her mammilla hardening, blue jean impatiently moved his hand up to caress her breast. Tom seemed aghast by her bluster, but took it in his stride.

Five arcminute later, both tip 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 bulge on her second joint .'I 'm losing control', she realized, but could n't stop herself from wrestling with his trousers till they were down his legs and pushing her own trouser and knickers down. Tom whispered `` hell yes ``, seeing that Jean could n't pull her eyes away from his midst, lovesome 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 tool at her entrance. HE started to push it in, but as the head slipped in her warm muddle, Jean gasped.
'' NO ! '' she screamed and crawled away from him backwards. Scrambling to put her wearing apparel on, she felt her judgment reel at what she had almost allowed to happen.
Tom blushed deep red as he too, pulled his apparel on.
'' What 's legal injury ? you said you 'needed me- ''
'' Shut up ! '' Jean screamed, and she moved in near to put her face to his. `` nil happened, we made out for a bit then went house. OK ? if you ever tell anyone what really happened I swear I will separate everyone you raped me, got it ? GOT IT ? ``
Tom staggered back, intimidated by her ferocity. `` OK, OK, i wont I swear. screwing ... ''
With that, he beat a precipitant hideaway.

jean allowed herself to cave in. That could not befall again, she told herself, she had almost just lost her virginity at 15 on schoolhouse basis !
That day, she began to build her inner bulwark. But that Nox, she realized just how crucify 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 culminate. She ran through anything she could think of that would turn her on, and as she thought back to her close skirmish that afternoon, she realized that part of the rationality she had been so turned on was that they were outside. Seizing the initiative, she slipped out of bed, put on her dressing scrubs and slipped out the downstairs windowpane. 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 and soul in her mouthpiece, denim wondered what the neighbour would say if they saw her out in her dressing nightie at 3 in the first light. Breathing hard due to adrenaline, blue jean eventually found herself sitting on the park bench, with the ballpark itself surrounded by houses. Now or never, Jean thought, and before she could convince herself out of it, allowed her dressing night-robe to descend to the base. denim groaned as the night air whispered against her white meat. Pussy moisture was dripping down her leg at the idea that anyone could see out of their windowpane and see her nude consistency in the car park, her boob heaving as she breathed, moisture dripping down her leg and her whole, sensual body covered in a sheen of sweat from the run and epinephrin. Before she could assist herself, Jean let out a soft moan and flopped to the priming coat. Never in her solid life had she felt such a euphoric sense of eroticism. Her oculus almost rolling into her head word, she gave into the feelings. Her creamy thighs opened, her hand leapt down to her assailable vagina and plunged three fingerbreadth in. dungaree moaned, writhing in the grass. With her former hired man she grasped her entire titty and squeezed ; she pinched and pulled her swollen mammilla and, in a fit of uncontrollable desire, rolled over so her ass was up in the air. She rubbed her tits against the Gunter Wilhelm Grass as the fart tickled her asshole and her deal plunged into her vagina. blue jean was no foresighted a adult female, she was simply pussy, tits, mouth, ass, lost in a tidal wave of desire. In a primordial passion she plunged three finger's breadth into her back talk and sucked, imagining a thick shaft fucking her face.

Any passer by would have been flabbergasted by the sight that night : a 15 year old girl, moaning as she plunged her fingers into her dripping puss and animalistically humped her breast against the priming whilst sucking her own fingers. blue jean did n't care, the totally hamlet could get been lined up watching her and she could n't deliver stopped, in fact, it would birth simply turned her on more. These thoughts spun through her raped mind as she plunged through orgasm after orgasm. instant later, she opened her oculus as the sparks 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 home.

spinal column in bed that night, 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 risky venture. I must pace myself, she thought ; whilst pleasurable, she would not let this intimate need payoff over her whole life. She limit herself to once a hebdomad. Her eubstance aching with tiredness, denim slipped into sleep.

***
Good times, the 18 year old denim thinking to herself. She no longer bothered with the dressing gown, exiting her room completely defenseless. But that night, as she slipped out the window and felt her defenseless consistence be aroused once again by the night breeze, Jean had no musical theme that, after going out over 130 times, this night would be very different.

she sauntered leisurely up the route. Proud of her trunk, jean enjoyed the sentiment that right now some guy with a married woman and kids could be having the treat of his life-time as he looked out the window. This was in possibility. In exercise, Jean 's reaction would be very different. As she stepped onto the Village green, a light flicked on in a business firm directly facing denim. IN her 3 eld, denim had never actually come into contact with anyone on these night picnic, and so her reaction were sluggish. A man appeared behind the window, and stretched. He obviously had worry sleeping, and found the night air cooling after the uncomfortable rut 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 material body as his middle adjusted, and he gasped as his idea comprehended what he was seeing. A gorgeous defenseless girl had just crumpled to the floor and curled up as pocket-size as possible. Please, Jean prayed, please do n't see me. But see her he had. His creative thinker racing, he realized he should address 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 floor, heard a knock, and cautiously looked up. The man had seen her, she realized and felt a thrill go both to her face and pussy. He wanted her aid. He picked up a phone by his bed ( Jeans dark vision was excellent, and the background signal light enabled her to see everything perfectly ) and slowly, very obviously, pressed three numbers. Jean felt split stinging her centre and formed a solicit signal. '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 LE than five metrical foot away, he pointed to his crotch and wiggled his supercilium. He had noticed just how beautiful this girlfriend was, and planned to get his full.

Jean 's mouth opened in disgust and tears formed fully as she realized she had no choice - she would have to expose herself to this man, if her future tense was n't to be ruined by him calling the police force. A place 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 Grass, and the man panted as her bosom swayed and her wooden leg opened. Tentatively, never having had an interview before, denim opened her legs and let her hand rub her clit.

Ten mo later, blue jean was moaning and writhing, her consistency counterpane out completely on the locoweed. Her hand was wet with her succus, 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 hearing, masturbating. These dark persuasion had taken over and she had given herself up completely to the raging desires coursing through her physical structure. The man saw the transition from force to consensual sex and had gotten carried away himself ; tentatively at low gear, but realizing he was in control, he pulled his gumshoe from his shorts and started to furiously pound one out to the sight of this nude fille pleasuring herself. Jean guessed he had a wife and this taboo thought sped her on even more. As she forced her solid fist into her vagina ( a fast one it had taken geezerhood to achieve fully ) she kept her eyes fixed on his bulging member, and the two drove themselves to angered orgasms - Jean wished his blockheaded ropes of cum would land on her. Her tits bounced up and down with the force of her fisting and, after one the self-aggrandising orgasms of her sprightliness, the man winked and, with a smirk, symbolically turned the telephone set over on the table. blue jean, exhausted and feeling the old ignominy creep up on her again, crept back to her theatre. Were there no bound to her depravity ?

Despite her qualm, Jean eventually returned to the streets at night, after a bare three calendar week of absence seizure. Unbeknownst to her, however, her escapade would only get sound.

To be continued .