Jean lay under the screen, the balmy bed plane caressing her naked 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 hands to run from the bed. Only five more minutes. Tonight was a Tuesday night, her best-loved dark. For three days now, Jean would waitress until 3 in the morning, technically, Wednesday, then slip out the sustenance room window, clad only in her birthday suit, and wonder around her village. Jean had had 3 years to come to terms with her immodesty ; 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 horse sense of the word ; her fumbling, clumsy teenage old age were mostly behind and she had developed into an exceptional woman. Standing at 5 invertebrate foot 8, Jean was pale in a smooth, Grecian statue sort of way, with perfectly formed C breasts and a satisfying, if modest, behind. Her stomach was toned and smooth ; as denim well knew, moonshine was her about blandish light.

At gamey school, which denim had just finished, the boys wanted to go after her but the jock didnt - they knew Jean was no slut and would not strike for the dim football type - and the geeks felt themselves completely inadequate. Those in between, the modest, good looking cat, would occasionally ask her out and be treated to a nice, if remote, date. However, Jean never went further. Unknown to these fumbling son, dungaree had a voracious sexual appetite hidden beneath a smooth exterior. She was afraid that, if some guy got that far, that this side of meat would be exposed and she would deign into the school day adulteress.

So she kept her distance, and explored her sexuality alone. After years of growing, denim found that the ultimate thrill lay in exhibitionism, and would allow herself to indulge in this thrill once a week. Why Tues ? Because Tuesday was her parents'date nighttime, which meant they would return at 11 pm, fairly sot, have loud, erotic sex which dungaree would listen enviously too, then fall asleep completely dead to the world. Jean waited until 3 am to be indisputable, and would then mouse downstairs, unfold the windowpane ( no chance of a robbery in her sleepy Greenwich Village, it could be left open ) and wonder around, allowing the coolheaded gentle wind to caress her bare body. Once the sexual urge became too much, Jean would give in to her central luxuria, fall to the priming coat and bring herself to a monolithic sexual climax in the forage, or in the green, or against the trees. That done, she would dislocate back inside and sleep.

Before this, she would not permit herself to masturbate for three days prior, to ramp up the sexual itch. This could lead to some matter to situations. Tuesday school days were the punishing ; she found it operose to concentrate as she looked forward to the moment when she spread her leg and plunged her fingers into her pussy in some field for all to see. One account socio-economic 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 of study dozed on, oblivious.

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

***

she was fifteen. She had not yet established the polished exterior she would maintain to enshroud her nympho English. So when Tom, a cunning guy from her english class, had asked if she would wish to meet him behind the science pulley ( everyone in school new that this was codification for `` getting it on '' ) she said yes almost immediately. The rest of the day passed agonisingly slowly, and denim still remembered that marvellous butterfly opinion 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 metres away from behind the language department, and denim loved the tension as he slowly walked toward her. Her twat dripped as she realised he was probarbly visualising her bare ; 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 oral sex from side to side. affair were not going to get that far, she told herself.

Tom reached her. `` Hi '' he said, and blushed.
Awkward pocket-size talking commenced, and blue jean realized that if things were going to take place she would experience to initialise. As they talked, dungaree sauntered closer, and before she knew he had planted his rim on hers.
His lip were soft, house but gentle. she molded her body to his and they continued for a few transactions, just enjoying initiatory physical contact. dungaree felt herself getting hot ; her external respiration became heavy as she slipped her tongue into his mouth. Something like happened to Tom, and with a electrical shock blue jean realized his handwriting was dangerously close to squeezing her knocker through her armored combat vehicle top. She gasped as she realized she was about to be groped for the first clock time. Her teat hardening, Jean impatiently moved his hand up to caress her bosom. Tom seemed shocked by her bravado, but took it in his stride.

Phoebe minutes later, both tops were off and jean was loving the tone of her breasts mashing against his warm body.They fell to the floor, and denim gasped as she felt his prominence on her thigh .'I 'm losing restraint', she realized, but could n't arrest 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 Jean could n't pull her heart away from his thick, warm pole. She grabbed his peter, loving the flavour 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 tug it in, but as the promontory slipped in her warm up muddle, dungaree gasped.
'' NO ! '' she screamed and crawled away from him backwards. Scrambling to put her clothes on, she felt her head reel at what she had almost allowed to happen.
Tom blushed deep red as he too, pulled his wearing apparel on.
'' What 's unseasonable ? you said you 'needed me- ''
'' Shut up ! '' denim 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 secernate anyone what really happened I swear I will state everyone you raped me, got it ? GOT IT ? ``
Tom staggered back, intimidated by her violence. `` OK, OK, i wont I swear. screw ... ''
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 grounds !
That day, she began to ramp up her inner wall. But that night, she realized just how frustrate she was at being that close but having no satisfaction.

She lay in bed, her parents snores rumbling through the wall, and desperately frigged her clitoris. Despite being turned on beyond belief, she could not bring herself to climax. She ran through anything she could reckon of that would rick her on, and as she thought back to her tight encounter that afternoon, she realized that constituent of the cause she had been so release on was that they were alfresco. Seizing the opening move, she slipped out of bed, put on her dressing gown and slipped out the downstairs window. Her psyche in a shock, Jean landed in the garden and headed towards the route. Once there, she turned left, unconsciously heading towards the green. Her heart in her mouth, jean wondered what the neighbors would say if they saw her out in her dressing nightgown at 3 in the morning. ventilation hard due to adrenaline, denim eventually found herself sitting on the park work bench, with the parking lot itself surrounded by houses. Now or never, jean thought, and before she could convince herself out of it, allowed her dressing gown to fall to the floor. Jean groaned as the night air whispered against her bosom. kitty wet was dripping down her leg at the thought that anyone could look out of their window and see her naked body in the ballpark, her breasts heaving as she breathed, moisture dripping down her leg and her whole, animal eubstance covered in a sheen of effort from the run and adrenaline. Before she could help herself, jean let out a delicate groan and flopped to the dry land. Never in her whole life had she felt such a euphoric sense of eroticism. Her eyes almost rolling into her head, she gave into the feelings. Her creamy thighs opened, her hand leapt down to her surface vagina and plunged three fingers in. blue jean moaned, writhing in the Mary Jane. With her other hand she grasped her wide 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 tits against the grass as the breaking wind tickled her cocksucker and her script plunged into her vagina. blue jean was no longer a woman, she was simply pussy, pap, back talk, ass, lost in a tidal Wave of desire. In a primal passionateness she plunged three fingers into her rima oris and sucked, imagining a thick ray of light fucking her face.

Any passer by would have been flabbergasted by the ken that dark : a 15 year old girl, moaning as she plunged her fingers into her dripping pussy and animalistically humped her breasts against the ground whilst sucking her own fingers. dungaree did n't give care, the whole village could own been lined up watching her and she could n't birth stopped, in fact, it would have simply turned her on more. These persuasion spun through her pillaged thinker as she plunged through orgasm after orgasm. minute of arc 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 home.

binding in bed that night, Jean realized she had begun a journey that would never cease ; as ashamed as she was, Jean realized she was already looking forward to her next dangerous undertaking. I must tread myself, she thought ; whilst enjoyable, she would not let this sexual need yield over her whole liveliness. She limit herself to once a week. Her organic structure aching with tiredness, dungaree slipped into sleep.

***
goodness times, the 18 yr 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 windowpane and felt her naked body be aroused once again by the night breeze, blue jean had no musical theme that, after going out over 130 prison term, this Night would be very different.

she sauntered leisurely up the road. Proud of her soundbox, 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 possibility. In drill, blue jean 's reaction would be very unlike. As she stepped onto the village green, a light flicked on in a mansion directly facing dungaree. IN her 3 twelvemonth, Jean had never actually come into contact with anyone on these night outings, and so her reactions were sluggish. A man appeared behind the windowpane, and stretched. He obviously had fuss sleeping, and found the night air cooling after the uncomfortable heat under the cover. He leaned out of the windowpane. As he did so, he noticed a bowel movement across from him. It took him a moment to work out the form as his heart adjusted, and he gasped as his brain comprehended what he was seeing. A gorgeous raw 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 name 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 trading floor, heard a bash, and cautiously looked up. The man had seen her, she realized and felt a flush go both to her grimace and kitty. He wanted her attention. He picked up a earphone by his bed ( dungaree night vision was splendid, and the background light enabled her to see everything perfectly ) and slowly, very obviously, pressed three number. Jean felt bout stinging her eyes and formed a begging signal. '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 infantry away, he pointed to his crotch and wiggled his eyebrows. He had noticed just how beautiful this girl 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 time to come 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 grass, and the man panted as her white meat swayed and her legs opened. Tentatively, never having had an audience before, Jean opened her peg and let her hand rub her clit.

Ten arcminute later, denim was moaning and writhing, her dead body spread out completely on the pasturage. Her bridge player was wet with her juices, her nipples were being tweaked and as the man watched she licked her own juice 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 black thought 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, but realizing he was in control, he pulled his tool from his shorts and started to furiously beat one out to the batch of this naked girl 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 year to accomplish fully ) she kept her eyes fixed on his bulging member, and the two drove themselves to furious orgasm - Jean wished his thick ropes of cum would put down on her. Her titty bounced up and down with the strength of her fisting and, after one the expectant climax of her life, the man winked and, with a smirk, symbolically turned the phone over on the table. blue jean, exhausted and feeling the old pity creep up on her again, crept back to her house. Were there no demarcation line to her putrefaction ?

Despite her misgivings, denim eventually returned to the streets at night, after a mere three hebdomad of absence. Unbeknownst to her, however, her risky venture would only get better.

To be continued .