Jean lay under the covers, the gentle bed sheets caressing her naked trunk. 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 men to strike from the bed. Only five more minutes. Tonight was a tuesday nighttime, her favorite night. For three old age now, denim would look until 3 in the morning, technically, Midweek, then slip out the living way window, clad only in her birthday suit, and wonder around her village. denim had had 3 twelvemonth to come to terms with her immodesty ; she no longer felt ashamed, nor did she feel particularly nervous of her parents discovering her. At 18 twelvemonth old, Jean was mature in every signified of the word ; her fumbling, clumsy teenage years were mostly behind and she had developed into an exceptional woman. Standing at 5 foot 8, Jean was pale in a smooth, greek statue kind of way, with perfectly formed C breasts and a satisfying, if mild, behind. Her venter was toned and smooth ; as jean well knew, moonlight was her most flattering lighter.

At highschool school, which blue jean had just finished, the male child wanted to go after her but the jocks didnt - they knew Jean was no slut and would not come for the dumb football eccentric - and the geeks felt themselves completely inadequate. Those in between, the small, dependable looking Guy, would occasionally ask her out and be treated to a nice, if distant, date. However, dungaree never went further. obscure to these fumbling boys, denim had a edacious intimate appetite hidden beneath a still outside. She was afraid that, if some guy got that far, that this side would be exposed and she would descend into the school loose woman.

So she kept her aloofness, and explored her sexuality alone. After years of development, blue jean found that the ultimate thrill lay in exhibitionism, and would appropriate herself to indulge in this shiver once a calendar week. Why Tuesday ? Because Tues was her parents'escort Nox, which meant they would give back at 11 pm, fairly sot, have loud, erotic sex which Jean would listen enviously too, then fall asleep completely all in to the humankind. Jean waited until 3 am to be sure, and would then cabbage downstairs, spread the window ( no probability of a robbery in her sleepy village, it could be left open ) and wonder around, allowing the cool duck soup to caress her naked eubstance. Once the sexual urge became too much, Jean would give in to her primal lust, surrender to the ground and bring herself to a massive orgasm in the grasses, or in the common, or against the trees. That done, she would slip back inside and slumber.

Before this, she would not permit herself to masturbate for three days prior, to build the sexual itch. This could take to some interesting situations. Tuesday school daylight were the intemperately ; she found it hard to digest as she looked forward to the moment when she spread her legs and plunged her fingers into her pussy in some field of operation for all to see. One chronicle class 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, denim thought back to her first ever Night out.

* * *

she was 15. She had not yet established the round exterior she would maintain to veil her nympho side of meat. So when Tom, a cute guy from her english stratum, had asked if she would like to adjoin him behind the scientific discipline block ( everyone in school new that this was codification for `` getting it on '' ) she said yes almost immediately. The eternal sleep of the day passed agonisingly slowly, and dungaree still remembered that tremendous butterfly smell you get only when you are about to earn out with a new guy. She waited behind the scientific discipline block at 4 after school as promised. Tom appeared 100 m away from behind the voice communication department, and dungaree 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 bosom bounced up and down ; perhaps she was on top, screaming as she rode his strong shaft. blue jean shook her head from side of meat to side. matter were not going to get that far, she told herself.

Tom reached her. `` Hi '' he said, and blushed.
Awkward small talk of the town commenced, and jean realized that if things were going to materialise she would have to initialize. As they talked, Jean sauntered closer, and before she knew he had planted his back talk on hers.
His lip were sonant, firm but gentle. she molded her body to his and they continued for a few minutes, just enjoying starting time contact. dungaree felt herself getting hot ; her external respiration became heavy as she slipped her tongue into his mouth. Something alike happened to Tom, and with a shock absorber denim realized his hand was dangerously close to squeezing her chest through her army tank top. She gasped as she realized she was about to be groped for the first sentence. Her mamilla hardening, denim impatiently moved his hand up to fondle her breast. Tom seemed shocked by her bluster, but took it in his stride.

Five minutes later, both crown were off and jean was loving the feel of her boob mashing against his warm body.They fell to the trading floor, and Jean gasped as she felt his extrusion on her thigh .'I 'm losing control', she realized, but could n't stop herself from wrestling with his trouser till they were down his branch and pushing her own pant and knickers down. Tom whispered `` hell yes ``, seeing that Jean could n't take out her center away from his thick, warm magnetic pole. She grabbed his dick, loving the tactile property of it, and pumped up and down.
'' I need you inside me '' she gasped, and he obliged by placing his dick at her entering. HE started to push it in, but as the head slipped in her ardent pickle, dungaree gasped.
'' NO ! '' she screamed and crawled away from him backwards. Scrambling to put her dress on, she felt her mind spool at what she had almost allowed to happen.
Tom blushed deep red as he too, pulled his wearing apparel on.
'' What 's incorrectly ? you said you 'needed me- ''
'' Shut up ! '' Jean screamed, and she moved in close to put her face to his. `` nil happened, we made out for a bit then went domicile. OK ? if you ever tell anyone what really happened I swear I will order everyone you raped me, got it ? GOT IT ? ``
Tom staggered back, intimidated by her ferocity. `` OK, OK, i wont I swear. Fuck ... ''
With that, he beat a headlong retirement.

Jean allowed herself to give way. That could not happen again, she told herself, she had almost just lost her virginity at 15 on school day priming coat !
That day, she began to progress her inner bulwark. But that night, 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 paries, and desperately frigged her clitoris. Despite being turned on beyond belief, she could not add herself to climax. She ran through anything she could think of that would turn her on, and as she thought back to her closing curtain brush that afternoon, she realized that function of the reason she had been so turned on was that they were alfresco. Seizing the enterprise, she slipped out of bed, put on her dressing gown and slipped out the downstairs windowpane. Her head in a daze, Jean landed in the garden and headed towards the road. Once there, she turned left, unconsciously heading towards the commons. Her heart in her back talk, Jean wondered what the neighbors would say if they saw her out in her dressing nightgown at 3 in the morn. ventilation toilsome due to adrenaline, blue jean eventually found herself sitting on the car park bench, with the park itself surrounded by houses. Now or never, denim thought, and before she could convince herself out of it, allowed her dressing night-robe to fall to the floor. denim groaned as the night air whispered against her breasts. puss moisture was dripping down her leg at the thought that anyone could look out of their window and see her au naturel organic structure in the park, her breasts heaving as she breathed, wet dripping down her leg and her whole, sensual dead body covered in a shininess of sweat from the run and epinephrine. Before she could facilitate herself, Jean let out a soft groan and flopped to the dry land. Never in her altogether living had she felt such a euphoric sense of amativeness. Her eyes almost rolling into her head, she gave into the feelings. Her creamy thighs opened, her bridge player leapt down to her undefended vagina and plunged three fingers in. Jean moaned, writhing in the grass. With her other hand she grasped her full white meat and squeezed ; she pinched and pulled her swollen nipples and, in a fit of uncontrollable desire, rolled over so her ass was up in the air. She rubbed her tits against the grass as the wind tickled her asshole and her hand plunged into her vagina. dungaree was no foresighted a cleaning lady, she was simply kitty-cat, nipple, mouth, ass, lost in a tidal undulation of desire. In a primeval warmth she plunged three digit into her mouth and sucked, imagining a midst rotating shaft fucking her face.

Any forward passer by would have been flabbergasted by the plenty that night : a 15 year old female child, moaning as she plunged her fingers into her dripping pussycat and animalistically humped her breasts against the ground whilst sucking her own fingers. denim did n't care, the whole village could have been lined up watching her and she could n't birth stopped, in fact, it would get simply turned her on more. These thoughts spun through her ravaged mind as she plunged through orgasm after coming. minute later, she opened her heart as the sparkle stopped. She looked down, and was shocked to see she had four finger's breadth in her vagina. She shivered in post-orgasm, and suddenly felt ashamed. She quickly put on her dressing scrubs and glancing nervously around, quickly ran back home.

Back in bed that night, jean realized she had begun a journey that would never end ; as ashamed as she was, dungaree realized she was already looking forward to her future adventure. I must tread myself, she thought ; whilst pleasurable, she would not let this sexual demand takings over her all life. She limit herself to once a hebdomad. Her eubstance aching with tiredness, dungaree slipped into sleep.

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

she sauntered leisurely up the road. Proud of her consistency, Jean enjoyed the thought that right now some guy with a wife and kids could be having the kickshaw of his life 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 greenish, a visible radiation flicked on in a house directly facing Jean. IN her 3 yr, Jean had never actually come into contact with anyone on these night outings, and so her reactions were slow. A man appeared behind the window, and stretched. He obviously had hassle sleeping, and found the night air cooling after the uncomfortable heat under the covers. He leaned out of the window. As he did so, he noticed a move across from him. It took him a instant to process out the bod 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 potential. Please, jean prayed, please do n't see me. But see her he had. His mind racing, he realized he should call the law, 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 bang, and cautiously looked up. The man had seen her, she realized and felt a flush go both to her facial expression and cunt. He wanted her aid. He picked up a headphone by his bed ( Jeans Night vision was excellent, and the setting light enabled her to see everything perfectly ) and slowly, very obviously, pressed three bit. blue jean felt bust stinging her heart and formed a begging 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 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 wax.

blue jean 's mouth opened in disgust and tears formed fully as she realized she had no choice - she would receive to divulge herself to this man, if her future was n't to be ruined by him calling the law. 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 gage, and the man panted as her breasts swayed and her legs opened. Tentatively, never having had an audience before, Jean opened her legs and let her hand rub her clitoris.

Ten minutes later, jean was moaning and writhing, her body spread out completely on the grass. Her hand was wet with her juices, her nipples were being tweaked and as the man watched she licked her own juice from her finger's breadth. After the initial disgust, denim 's nympho slope had taken over and she had realized that there is nothing more pleasing to an show-off than being outside, with an audience, masturbating. These night thought process had taken over and she had given herself up completely to the raging desires coursing through her body. The man saw the transition from forcefulness to consensual sex and had gotten carried away himself ; tentatively at first, but realizing he was in control, he pulled his dick from his shortstop and started to furiously trounce one out to the ken of this au naturel female child 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 caper it had taken years to achieve fully ) she kept her eyes fixed on his bulging member, and the two drove themselves to furious climax - jean wished his thickly rope of cum would land on her. Her teat bounced up and down with the force of her fisting and, after one the vainglorious orgasms of her spirit, the man winked and, with a smirk, symbolically turned the earpiece over on the table. Jean, exhausted and feeling the old shame creep up on her again, crept back to her house. Were there no limits to her degeneracy ?

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

To be continued .