“ Hi, mum !"I called out as I entered the front room access of our house.

"Hi, Marie"My mum called back, from the support room.

I popped my head through the living way room access to let my mum know I was going upstair to switch. I was expecting her to be alone reading or watching telly. But she was not alone. A man in his late twenties was seated on the armchair recliner.

"Marie, before you go up, I want you to cope with someone."Said my mum."This is Mr Schneider. He is the new neighbor next door."

"Oh, ok."I Said and walked into the room. The man was quite dear looking and obviously kept in decent shape. It initially worried me that my mother was attracted to him.

"It's Nice to meet you, Marie."Said the man."Your mother has told me all about you."

He looked at me up and down, his eyes lingering on the hemline of my short dame and material of the blue opaque tights covering my thigh. Then he looked into my eyes and smiled. It didn't spirit like I had to be worried about Mr Shneider and my female parent. He was obviously more interested in younger women.

At that present moment, I felt very conscious about what I was wearing. I was in my college uniform, which consisted of a blue skirt, blue leotards, a white blouse and a blue blazer.

I smiled at him and found myself brushing my fuzz back as he smiled at me. He seemed oddly familiar, but I wasn't sure from where I knew him.

"You may recognise Mr Schneider."Said my mum, giving me the answer."He plays for Albion United."

"Ah, I thought I recognised you."I said to him, smiling. Albion United was the local football team which plays in the second partition."You're St. John the Apostle Schneider. You play in defence."

"That's right on, I normally spiel full-back."

John's eyes flicked down to my hemline again. I smiled and shrugged.

"fountainhead, now that you and Mr Schneider are acquainted."Said my mum."Why don't you sit down and continue him troupe, while I go and make some tea."

"Oh, OK."I said. My mum left the living room.

As I took my sports jacket off, I could feel his optic linger on the scheme of chest, covered by my plain E. B. White bra and T. H. White blouse. I didn't feeling at him. Instead, I bent over, in social movement of him, placing my close down sports jacket and bag on the couch. I turned round, catching him staring at my behind. I smiled, at him, again pretending not to notice. He shifted his gaze to front me in the optic, seemingly unfazed at being caught.

I sat on the sofa in straw man of him. I felt a lilliputian awestruck to be in the presence of one of the Albion players.

"Your mother mentioned that it's your birthday, today."

I smiled in reception."Yes, 18 today

"Happy birthday !"

"Thanks."

His gaze flicked from my human face, to my bosom and then down to my hemline again. I realised that my skirt had automatically ridden up when I sat down, revealing practically of my upper thigh. I adjusted the hem of my dame, to reveal to a lesser extent of my leg.

"So, do you go to the games ?"John asked, looking me in the eyes again.

"Sometimes."I said."But not every week. I sometimes go with my boyfriend."Nervously, I caressed the textile of my tights covering my genu."He supports the team fanatically. He has a time of year ticket and goes to all the games, even the away matches."

John's gaze shifted to my hemline again. I looked down to find that my bridge player had unconsciously again pushed the hem of my skirt up my thigh.

"Your boyfriend is a favorable man."St. John the Apostle's eyes flicked between my chest and my thigh, licking his lips. I should have been disgusted by his behaviour. But oddly, I felt flattered, and a little excited.

"And I am a favorable girl."I replied cheerily, pretending to be unmindful to his leering gaze.

I crossed my legs and continued to caress the material of my opaque leotards, the feel of the fabric tingling under the tips of my fingerbreadth. John Schneider continued to stare at my second joint, a smirk crossing his human face. I let him leer, enjoying his attention and obvious desire for my youthful body.

The turn was broken when my mum returned with the tea. St. John swiftly tore his oculus away from my stage and I quickly covered my thighs with my skirt.

Fortunately, my mum didn't seem to notice anything amiss."

I stood up and picked up my bag and sports coat."well, I have to go and get changed."I turned to privy."It was nice to meet you, Mr Schneider."I said.

"The delight is all mine."He replied, leering at my physical structure one shoemaker's last time.

I ran upstairs, telling myself that I was felicitous to get away from creepy-crawly leering John Schneider. Although, in realness, I'd pretty much enjoyed his attentions.

When I got into my bedroom, I put down my bag and sports coat on my desk hot seat and sat down on my bed with a sigh. I looked at myself in the mirror which was to the side of the bed. I smiled at my middling face and short dark hair. My gaze drifted down to my tit and to my thighs. Oddly, I found myself captivated by the lineation of my bra through my blouse, the hemline of my annulus and the fabric of my tights. It excited me that my choice of clothing had aroused a man so much that he could not take his eyes off me.

I felt my hands drift up my thigh, my fingertips and my pubes tingling under the feel of my tights. I pulled my skirt up above my waistline and opened my peg. I caressed the front of my white cotton fiber panties through my tights. I heard myself sigh as I watched my hand caressing my low venter in the mirror. For some intellect, it was really turning me on. I imagined what it would be like for creepy John to caress my tights.

My the right way hand drifted down to my crotch where my finger began caressing the bud of my button through my leotards and panties. I moaned, aroused at the sight, imagining it was creepy John's fingers.

There was a whack at the door."Marie. Are you dressed ? Can I come in ?"

Wide-eyed in panic, I quickly covered myself, just before my mum walked in. She never waits for permission to enter my room.

"Oh, you're still in your college clothes."She said.

"Er, Yes. I was about to change."

"Never nous. Before you do, could you do me a quick party favor ?"

"Sure, mum."I said, happy that she hadn't seemed to notice how flustered I was.

"I want to give Mr Schneider this spare key for emergencies."She handed me a keyring with a key attached."Could you bridge player this into him ? He left before I was able to ease up it to him."

"Er, doesn't Mrs Fernandez have a spare key for us ?"I asked.

"Yes, but it's always just to have another in case she's not available."

"Oh, OK."feigning reluctance.

"Can you take it now ?"

"Er, sure, mum."I sighed and took the keyring from her.

I nipped downstairs and out the battlefront door. I didn't fuss to put my sport jacket on since I was only going following door. It looked like I would have to let creepy John leer at me again tonight. portion of me was weirdly tingling with anticipation. I tried to can the whiz and walked up creepy lavatory's drive.

When I reached the look room access, I considered just putting it through the alphabetic character box. But decided I should render it to him directly. It was the polite thing to do. That's what I told myself anyway.

I rang the doorbell and creepy Gospel According to John promptly answered.

"hullo, Marie."He smiled and looked me up and down, his optic wandering between my face, white meat and skirt hemline."Nice to see you again. What can I do for you ?"

"Er, my mum wanted me to founder you these keys."

"Ah, yes. That was quick."

I turned to go.

"Why don't you come in for a moment ?"He said."I could give you an inscribe exposure for your boyfriend."

"Er, I really must get back."I said.

"Oh, come up on."Said creepy St. John the Apostle."It will be a nice surprise for him."

He opened the door all-embracing to let me in. I paused for a moment telling himself that I should just go family. But I didn't want to be impolite. And anyway, can was right. My swain would be delighted with the autograph.

"Oh, OK."I said."But just for a minute."

I walked in the front end door. Creepy John ushered me towards the aliveness room.

"noblewoman first."He said.

As I walked into his aliveness way, I could feel creepy-crawly John's eyes fixed on my buttocks through my tight chick.

"Here, have a seat on the couch."He said."I'll go and get a photo."

I obediently sat on his couch where indicated, even if it did seem a bit too cosy.



As I sat alone, I looked round the living room. It was very respectable and with nice décor, clearly influenced by a feminine touch.

Creepy john soon came back with his exposure and sat right next to me ; his hips pressed against mine.

"Is your partner at base ?"I asked.

"My wife Jane is out a work."Gospel According to John smiled and leered at my breasts and thigh."She won't be back for a couple of hours."

"That's a shame."I said."I would let liked to assemble her."

"Here's is the inscribe pic I promised."He said placing it on the coffee bean table.

"Thanks."I picked up the photo and looked at it. It was elementary icon of John Schneider in his Albion United striptease with his theme song scrawled across it."My boyfriend will be thrilled."

"But I think we both know why you are really here."Creepy John took the photo out of my hands and placed it on the coffee berry table in movement of us.

"I don't know what you mean."I said, frowning.

Creepy John Lackland turned his trunk towards me and placed his hand on my thigh and started to caress the fabric of my tights.

"Oh, Mr Schneider !"I said."What are you doing ?"

Now both his hired man were all over me, feeling up my thighs and squeezing my breasts through my blouse and bra.

"I think we both know you want a firearm of John Schneider."He said. His helping hand returned to my thighs. He sneered down in hunger as I felt his hands move up and down the material of my tights.

"Mr Schneider. !"I gasped."We really shouldn't."

He pulled up my skirt to reveal my white panty through my tights.

"Phooaar !"Creepy John's grinned with delight.

"Mr Schneider."I said."I really don't think we should be doing this."

"Oh, God, Marie."He said, rubbing my lower berth abdomen and pussy through my tights and panties."You are so fucking horny."

Creepy whoremaster got on his knees and started to kiss the front of my panties through my tights, while his hands caressed my thighs.

"Oh, God, Marie."He said. You are so horny in these leotards and panties."

I have to take that this bemused me a bit. I was just wearing fixture tights and my underclothes were just the touchstone modest cotton fiber panties that college girls normally wear. To me, there was nothing particularly aphrodisiacal about them. But for some reason, creepy John was really into them.

I looked on as Creepy John's fingerbreadth massaged the bud of my button through my tights and panties.

"Mr Schneider, please…"I pleaded weakly."Please stop…"

But the truth was, my body didn't want him to stop. My legs had opened up before him, welcoming and encouraging him to kiss and caress the most intimate areas of my body.

I should have felt disgusted and revolted by creepy John's actions. I should have resisted him and objected to his advances. But I didn't want to. I was actually enjoying the pile of creepy trick's fingers and backtalk brush over the textile of my tights, with that mesmerise expression of delight on his face.

"Oh, Mr Schneider, we mustn't."I sighed, gently pushing his face against my clit through my tights and panties."Please stop."

To my surprisal, and disappointment, he did stop. But he wasn't finished with me. He stood up and opened his jeans to unwrap his erect cock bulging under his briefs.

He quickly took off his get down clothing and pulled my face towards his rooster. It was rock hard and perhaps a little bigger than average.

Before I knew it, I had my manpower round the shaft of his pecker and was stroking it gently. I thought about Cameron, my fellow and told myself that I really shouldn't do this. But creepy-crawly John had such a hot athletic body and I couldn't resist the touch of desire building inside me. I just had to suck that big hard cock in front man of me.

A mo later, I had creepy lav's stopcock in my mouth. I sucked, kissed and licked the duration of the peter, savouring the discernment of his pre-cum and the sensation of harshness against my lip and speed mouth.

"Oh, God !"John Lackland moaned."My cock has never felt so big and hard."

I smiled up at him and took his shaft deep into my throat. He pushed my head against him until I felt myself choke coil. I gasped for air, sticky saliva and pre-cum dribbling onto my chin.

"Oh, you are such a soil lilliputian slut."Growled creepy John, pushing my fount back onto his cock.

I eagerly took it into my rima oris again, savouring his inclemency on my mouth and in my mouth. Intermittently, I kissed and licked the tip of his cock.

"Oh, yes."Sneered creepy John."If only your boyfriend could see you now slavering over my cock."

I would take in expected such a scuttlebutt to fill me with shame or guiltiness. But thinking of Cameron while slurping on another man's cock filled me only with excitement. I don't know why, because I actually liked my boyfriend.

I could just guess what Cameron was doing now. He was probably doing prep for college or watching something on TV. Meanwhile I was allowing my new neighbour to stick his hard cock down my throat, after letting him feel me up. Something Cameron would make out to do if I let him.

The thought of my fellow quietly sitting at home just aroused me even more. I eagerly sucked and tongued creepy John's cock, as my fingers of my depart hand gently massaged my button through my tights and panties.

"Oh, God."Moaned creepy John, thrusting his prick deep down my throat."I'm gon na come."

Creepy whoremonger tensed and groaned out loud. I felt his cum spurt inside my oral cavity, causing me to gag and fret as it went down my throat. Creepy St. John smirked with satisfaction at my discomfort as his cum and saliva dribbled from my mouth. I detached myself briefly from creepy John's stopcock, choking and gasping for hint. Then, dutifully, I took his still erect cock in my mouthpiece and sucked it dry.

"Oh, yeah !"He said.

He sat down beside me and fondled my boob and thighs again, leering at me with satisfaction. I let him do it, waiting to see what would materialize next.

But then the alert from Creepy Joe's mobile sounded. With a suspiration, he picked it up and looked at it.

"We'll have to give up here."He said."My married woman is on her way. She'll'be back in 15 minutes."

"I'd better get back anyway."I said, a little frustrated."My mum will wonder where I was."

I quickly freshened up in the bathroom before heading out the strawman door.

"Don't forget this for your boyfriend."Creepy whoremaster handed me the ratify autograph. I couldn't believe I'd almost block it.

I took it and rushed home. I tried to run upstairs before my mum could see me. But she caught me.

"You were a while."She said.

"Er, yes."I replied."We were talking about the football game team and Mr Schneider wanted to give me a signed John Hancock for Cameron."

"Oh, that's nice."She said.

"I'm just going to change."I said, before running up to my room.

"dinner will be in 15 minutes."She shouted after me.

I rushed into my way and sat on my bed in figurehead of the mirror. I opened my legs and hitched up my annulus. I thrust my right hired man down the front of my tights and pantie, massaging my clit and kitty fix with my digit.

I glanced down at the autograph photo lying on the bed beside me. I gasped with pleasure as I remembered creepy John's hammer in my mouth, his hands all over my trunk and the ecstatic verbalism on his face as he came in my sassing.

It didn't take long for me to climax. I saw my facial expression contort with ecstasy in the mirror and heard myself moan out loudly, as my clitoris spasmed from the cover cloud nine of orgasm. I just hoped that my mum wouldn't plectron that very moment to push forward into my room.

Luckily, she didn't disturb me and I soon lay back on the bed, feeling light in post-orgasm bliss. I picked up the autograph photograph that creepy John had given to me. Perhaps I wouldn't give it to my boyfriend after all, at to the lowest degree not right away. I had early uses for it .