It's only weeks away from her 19th birthday and the voluptuous and sultry long black hair office prick teaser Jenny remains erotically inspired for new exhibitionist adventures.
Her life is an ocean of sexual fantasy and on any day she's out there fishing for unsuspecting men to take her bait. Playfully flashing her natural assets towards the grateful gaze of older men in particular is her idea for excitement, turning them on when they can't do anything about it.
Hiding behind her guise of complete innocence she's a natural show-off, using her overt sexuality to titillate them into harmless perversion such as the time she needed help in the change booth of the clothing outlet.
She covertly wanted a really grown man's opinion of how she looked in her g-string thong, suspender belt and nylon stockings and matching bra set -- a surprise she claimed for her non-existent boyfriend. It didn't matter that it took four changes of panties and bras while she insisted the poor man stay in the booth while she changed each time. He gratefully gawked in eternal gratitude a mere four feet away-- Jenny using the excuse for keeping him there that she didn't want him called aside by another customer and keeping her waiting. Besides, she bought every set she paraded so personally for him since intimate underwear isn't a hand-back item once it's tried on.
Such is Jenny. Being able to show something as though she's naive when the circumstances are safe is a real buzz to her and she's been that way for the past 10 years. She really made that 49 year-old shop assistant's day as one to remember, especially when he said he had a daughter the same age.
He went back to more mundane matters of personal service with a smile on his face and Jenny left the store smiling, too, more assured the man's wife will get the rub-off when the shop assistant serves her that evening with Jenny still on mind.
When a young chick's got a suntanned 38C cup-22-34 inch figure, she's tall, trim, taught and therefore terrific in the backside, it's easy to be upfront about her body. She's never backward about being forward, but she does it cleverly in such a way she always acts like she's fresh out of school and easily led.
She knows the element of innocence can supercharge a man's libido when young female flesh comes into view. It doubles her pleasure, especially when she imagines the man in question going to think about what he saw for a long time and either use it to stimulate his excitement when having sex with his woman or maybe to make it a moment to remember when masturbating.
Jenny got the impression that the man -- married with family - in the change booth with her at the clothing chain store wished she had several boyfriends so she'd come back and try on something for each one of them. Ah, but memories of such madcap moments live on in the mind for years to come in order to come again, and again, and for whenever the married man with family's feeling down and wants to get it up.
Right now Jenny's on her way to her friend Alison's house to cheekily find out how observant her daddy is after both sexy teens were body painted nude by the 48 year-old new artist in town called Jerry. Could a man look at a naked young woman, especially one so stunningly sexy, and not realise she's really undressed?
Jerry of course -- a master painter from the far away hills - was overjoyed to find two sparkling-eyed teenagers knocking on his door offering their wholesome well developed bodies for his experiment in body painting as a way of advertising his new to town how-to skills. They got paid $300 each for doing the dare and when sensitive parts are touched over and over with a small paint brush it's enough to make even a naughty-minded girl blush.
Alison's dear daddy Charlie, bless his 45 year-old heart and soul, was a close to-the-church religious bible basher with nought a naughty thought in mind about his delicious 18 year-old daughter until he met Jenny and she made him think again.
Jenny's encouraged the previously innocent Alison how to use her sultry looks to turn a man on -- yes, even her daddy -- just by sexual innuendo even when she doesn't intend anything to happen. She's told Alison a man needs to know that his equipment's in working order. So, given the innocent opportunity to flaunt certain parts of her body such as a perfectly shaped fleshy firm bum bending over in a thong, it helps to let him know that his working tool is really working.
Naturally, Jenny's urged her to make sure he doesn't get so serious about the church and its puritan protocols that he forgets that the family that prays together should also play together.
Ever since she was a growing girl first becoming aware of how sexy her fast developing body was at a mere nine years of age with first signs of buds starting to bulge under her nipples, Jenny's pushed her luck to the limit as a little show-off.
Never one to hide the fact even as an advanced preteen for her age that she was blessed with a shapely figure, mouth watering thighs and sensuously smooth tanned skin, she made many a much older man in particular groan in gratitude somewhere out in public.
She's played her innocent flashing game in the shopping malls, on the crowded bus, up the escalators and in even in the various shoes stores one after the other like a sex kitten trying joggers on in her shortest possible skirts and making the salesmen kneel subserviently in front of her exposed thighs. Meeeowww.
And yes, she even believed in Santa Claus; well, she believed in prick teasing Santa Claus because she was always the oldest prepubescent to sit on his lap the longest time in the shopping centres. And just as well there's more than one Santa in town at the time the way she always managed to sit on their laps and discretely edge one hand behind her back where it never failed to provoke a response from inside his pants. The man from the North Pole, she discovered in the different department stores, had a personal pole down south that's hot blooded as any. So much for cold storage.
Whenever Santa did his duty and whispered kindly in her ear if she's been a good girl and what she'd like for Christmas Jenny was ready for it. "A hard cock," she'd whisper back, making the old gentlemen of the different stores go as red in the face as their Santa suits but recovering quickly from the shock to always bounce her up and down on their lap singing "Ho! Ho! Ho!" as they pretended for a mere moment to be giving her one. Ah to be young again.
How many girls are clever enough to give Santa a hand -- a real hand -- where he can use it and not interrupt his work at the same time?
Right now she's arriving at Charlie's house where the bible bashing father of Alison has dozed off sound asleep on the back deck in the warm sunshine near the pool. They sneak up on him and Jenny very gently traces her fingers over the bulge in his Lycra material Speedo swim trunks as snores peacefully.
He doesn't stir so she increases the pressure ever so carefully, making out where the head of his seven and a half-inch fat penis is behind the sometimes too revealing material. Her discreet stimulation's working and Alison puts her hand over her mouth so he won't hear her giggle.
Jenny strokes with slightly more pressure as she sees the shape of his penis start to unbuckle itself from its cosy curled up sleeping position like a cobra snake responding in its basket to the alluring sound of the Indian's flute. Catholic Charlie's in dreamland and he's dreaming of a vestal virgin from the Roman Empire era stroking him in preparation for dirty doings of the kind that had a real vestal virgin called Aemilia put to death in 114BC for several counts of incest, and stepping outside her 30-year service of celibacy.
But it's Jenny's fingers making him dream of poor Aemilia as he dreams of how religious rites can make it seem right for early Romans to feel so righteous about rollicking good times with innocent virgins -- provided its sex outside family ties.
