EXPOSED_(1)

Jean lay under the covers, the soft bed sheets 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 move from the bed. Only five more minutes. Tonight was a tuesday night, her favourite night. For three years now, Jean would wait until 3 in the morning, technically, Wednesday, then slip out the living room window, clad only in her birthday suit, and wonder around her village. Jean had had 3 years to come to terms 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 sense 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 modest, behind. Her stomach was toned and smooth; as Jean well knew, moonlight was her most flattering 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 slut and would not fall for the dumb football type – 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, Jean had a voracious 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 descend into the school slut.

So she kept her distance, and explored her sexuality alone. After years of development, Jean found that the ultimate thrill lay in exhibitionism, and would allow herself to indulge in this thrill once a week. Why Tuesday? Because tuesday was her parents’ date night, which meant they would return at 11 pm, fairly drunk, have loud, erotic sex which Jean would listen enviously too, then fall asleep completely dead to the world. Jean waited until 3 am to be sure, and would then sneak downstairs, open the window ( no chance of a robbery in her sleepy village, it could be left open) and wonder around, allowing the cool breezes to caress her naked body. Once the sexual urge became too much, Jean would give in to her primal lust, fall to the ground and bring herself to a massive orgasm in the grasses, or in the park, or against the trees. That done, she would slip back inside and sleep.

Before this, she would not permit herself to masturbate for three days prior, to build the sexual urges. This could lead to some interesting situations. Tuesday school days were the hardest; she found it hard to concentrate as she looked forward to the moment when she spread her legs and plunged her fingers into her pussy in some field for all to see. One history class early on in her exhibitionist career, she had orgasmed just thinking about it, rubbing her pussy 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 fifteen. She had not yet established the polished exterior she would maintain to hide her nympho side. So when Tom, a cute guy from her english class, had asked if she would like to meet him behind the science block (everyone in school 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 feeling you get only when you are about to make out with a new guy.