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

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

I popped my head through the living room door to let my mum know I was going on a higher floor to change. I was expecting her to be alone reading or watching telly. But she was not alone. A man in his tardily twenties was seated on the armchair recliner.

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

"Oh, ok."I Said and walked into the way. The man was quite just looking and obviously kept in nice 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 middle lingering on the hemline of my suddenly skirt and material of the blueing opaque leotards covering my thigh. Then he looked into my heart and smiled. It didn't look like I had to be worried about Mr Shneider and my mother. He was obviously more interested in younger women.

At that minute, I felt very witting about what I was wearing. I was in my college uniform, which consisted of a blue dame, puritanical tights, a white blouse and a blue blazer.

I smiled at him and found myself brushing my hair back as he smiled at me. He seemed oddly associate, 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 division."You're john Schneider. You play in defence."

"That's decent, I normally play full-back."

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

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

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

As I took my sport coat off, I could find his eyes linger on the outline of breasts, covered by my plain ashen bra and white blouse. I didn't look at him. Instead, I bent over, in front of him, placing my folded blazer and bag on the lounge. I turned stave, catching him staring at my keister. I smiled, at him, again pretending not to notice. He shifted his gaze to look me in the eyes, seemingly unfazed at being caught.

I sat on the couch in figurehead of him. I felt a little awestruck to be in the presence of one of the Albion players.

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

I smiled in response."Yes, eighteen today

"Happy natal day !"

"Thanks."

His gaze flicked from my face, to my breast and then down to my hemline again. I realised that my dame had automatically ridden up when I sat down, revealing a good deal of my speed thigh. I adjusted the hem of my skirt, to let out less of my leg.

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

"Sometimes."I said."But not every week. I sometimes go with my boyfriend."Nervously, I caressed the material of my tights covering my human knee."He supports the team fanatically. He has a season tag and goes to all the plot, even the away matches."

John's gaze shifted to my hemline again. I looked down to see that my work force had unconsciously again pushed the hem of my chick up my thigh.

"Your fellow is a lucky man."John's eyes flicked between my breasts and my second joint, licking his lip. I should suffer been disgusted by his behaviour. But oddly, I felt flattered, and a little excited.

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

I crossed my legs and continued to fondle the cloth of my opaque tights, the feel of the textile tingling under the confidential information of my finger. privy Schneider continued to stare at my thigh, a smirk crossing his face. I let him leer, enjoying his aid and obvious desire for my youthful body.

The spell was broken when my mum returned with the tea. trick swiftly tore his eyes away from my stage and I quickly covered my thigh with my bird.

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

I stood up and picked up my bag and blazer."fountainhead, I have to go and get changed."I turned to John."It was nice to meet you, Mr Schneider."I said.

"The pleasure is all mine."He replied, leering at my physical structure one stopping point time.

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

When I got into my sleeping accommodation, I put down my bag and blazer on my desk chairwoman and sat down on my bed with a suspiration. I looked at myself in the mirror which was to the side of the bed. I smiled at my middling font and short-change dark hair. My regard drifted down to my breast and to my thighs. Oddly, I found myself captivated by the outline of my bra through my blouse, the hemline of my doll and the textile of my leotards. It excited me that my choice of article of clothing had aroused a man so very much that he could not take his optic off me.

I felt my bridge player drift up my second joint, my fingertips and my loins tingling under the feel of my leotards. I pulled my chick up above my waist and opened my legs. I caressed the front of my ovalbumin cotton panty through my tights. I heard myself suspire as I watched my hand caressing my lower abdomen in the mirror. For some cause, it was really turning me on. I imagined what it would be like for creepy John to fondle my leotards.

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

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

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

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

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

"Never creative thinker. Before you do, could you do me a quick favour ?"

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

"I want to give Mr Schneider this supererogatory key for emergencies."She handed me a keyring with a key attached."Could you hand this into him ? He left before I was able to kick in it to him."

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

"Yes, but it's always dependable to let another in cause she's not available."

"Oh, OK."Feigning reluctance.

"Can you make it now ?"

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

I nipped downstairs and out the front door. I didn't bother to put my blazer on since I was only going adjacent door. It looked like I would have to let creepy John leer at me again tonight. Part of me was weirdly tingling with anticipation. I tried to dismiss the sensation and walked up creepy toilet's drive.

When I reached the front room access, I considered just putting it through the letter of the alphabet box. But decided I should chip in it to him directly. It was the civil thing to do. That's what I told myself anyway.

I rang the doorbell and creepy John promptly answered.

"Hello, Marie."He smiled and looked me up and down, his eyes wandering between my face, breasts and wench hemline."Nice to see you again. What can I do for you ?"

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

"Ah, yes. That was quick."

I turned to go.

"Why don't you come in for a here and now ?"He said."I could grant you an autographed exposure for your boyfriend."

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

"Oh, do on."Said creepy privy."It will be a courteous surprise for him."

He opened the doorway extensive to let me in. I paused for a consequence telling himself that I should just go home. But I didn't want to be impolite. And anyway, Saint John the Apostle was right. My swain would be delighted with the autograph.

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

I walked in the breast door. Creepy John ushered me towards the animation way.

"Ladies first."He said.

As I walked into his living elbow room, I could sense creepy John Lackland's eyes fixed on my buttocks through my rigorous wench.

"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 front a bit too cosy.



As I sat alone, I looked round the aliveness way. It was very tidy and with squeamish décor, clearly influenced by a feminine touch.

Creepy King John soon came back with his photo and sat veracious next to me ; his hips pressed against mine.

"Is your partner at house ?"I asked.

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

"That's a shame."I said."I would have liked to meet her."

"Here's is the autograph photo I promised."He said placing it on the coffee table.

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

"But I think we both know why you are really here."Creepy King John took the photo out of my hands and placed it on the chocolate tabular array in front of us.

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

Creepy toilet turned his body towards me and placed his script on my second joint and started to caress the fabric of my tights.

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

Now both his hands were all over me, feeling up my second joint and squeezing my chest through my blouse and bra.

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

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

He pulled up my chick to reveal my tweed panties 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 abdomen and pussy through my tights and panties."You are so fucking horny."

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

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

I have to admit that this bemused me a bit. I was just wearing steady tights and my underwear were just the standard lowly cotton wool panties that college girls normally wear. To me, there was nada particularly aphrodisiac about them. But for some reason, creepy John the Evangelist was really into them.

I looked on as Creepy John Lackland's fingers massaged the bud of my clit through my tights and step-in.

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

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

I should stimulate felt disgusted and revolted by creepy John's actions. I should accept resisted him and objected to his progression. But I didn't want to. I was actually enjoying the survey of creepy St. John the Apostle's fingers and lips brush over the framework of my tights, with that spell-bound saying of delight on his face.

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

To my surprise, and letdown, he did contain. But he wasn't finished with me. He stood up and opened his jeans to reveal his erect cock bulging under his briefs.

He quickly took off his humbled clothing and pulled my nerve towards his shaft. It was rock hard and perhaps a little great than norm.

Before I knew it, I had my hands round the shaft of his putz and was stroking it gently. I thought about Cameron, my swain and told myself that I really shouldn't do this. But creepy John had such a hot acrobatic organic structure and I couldn't resist the feelings of desire construction inside me. I just had to breastfeed that big hard rooster in front of me.

A mo later, I had creepy John's dick in my mouth. I sucked, kissed and licked the distance of the putz, savouring the mouthful of his pre-cum and the sensation of hardness against my lips and amphetamine mouth.

"Oh, God !"trick moaned."My hammer has never felt so big and hard."

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

"Oh, you are such a filthy piddling slut."Growled creepy John, pushing my aspect back onto his cock.

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

"Oh, yes."Sneered creepy St. John the Apostle."If only your fellow could see you now slavering over my cock."

I would have 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 inflammation. I don't know why, because I actually liked my fellow.

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

The thought of my young man quietly sitting at home plate just aroused me even more. I eagerly sucked and tongued creepy John's stopcock, as my fingerbreadth of my bequeath hand gently massaged my clit through my leotards and panty.

"Oh, God."Moaned creepy trick, thrusting his turncock deep down my pharynx."I'm gon na come."

Creepy St. John tensed and groaned out garish. I felt his cum spurt inside my oral fissure, causing me to gag and die as it went down my throat. Creepy toilet smirked with satisfaction at my discomfort as his cum and saliva dribbled from my mouth. I detached myself briefly from creepy John's rooster, choking and gasping for breathing place. Then, dutifully, I took his still erect cock in my mouth and sucked it dry.

"Oh, yeah !"He said.

He sat down beside me and fondled my boob and thigh again, leering at me with expiation. I let him do it, waiting to see what would happen 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 hold on here."He said."My wife is on her way. She'll'be back in 15 minutes."

"I'd punter get back anyway."I said, a little disappointed."My mum will marvel where I was."

I quickly freshened up in the lav before heading out the presence door.

"Don't forget this for your boyfriend."Creepy John the Divine handed me the signed autograph. I couldn't believe I'd almost forgotten 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 squad and Mr Schneider wanted to throw me a signed autograph for Cameron."

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

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

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

I rushed into my room and sat on my bed in front of the mirror. I opened my legs and hitched up my skirt. I thrust my right hand hand down the social movement of my tights and scanty, massaging my clitoris and pussy hole with my fingers.

I glanced down at the autographed pic lying on the bed beside me. I gasped with pleasance as I remembered creepy John the Evangelist's turncock in my mouth, his paw all over my body and the rhapsodic expression on his face as he came in my mouth.

It didn't take long for me to climax. I saw my typeface contort with Adam in the mirror and heard myself moan out flashy, as my button spasmed from the conceal bliss of orgasm. I just hoped that my mum wouldn't selection that very moment to barge into my room.

Luckily, she didn't disturb me and I soon lay back on the bed, feeling light-headed in post-orgasm cloud nine. I picked up the autographed photo that creepy John had given to me. Perhaps I wouldn't reach it to my boyfriend after all, at to the lowest degree not right wing away. I had other uses for it .