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

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

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

"Marie, before you go up, I want you to meet someone."Said my mum."This is Mr Schneider. He is the new neighbour following door."

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

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

He looked at me up and down, his center lingering on the hemline of my short skirt and cloth of the blue opaque tights covering my thighs. Then he looked into my eyes and smiled. It didn't tone like I had to be worried about Mr Shneider and my mother. He was obviously more interested in younger women.

At that moment, I felt very witting about what I was wearing. I was in my college uniform, which consisted of a blue skirt, bluing tights, a egg white blouse and a gamey blazer.

I smiled at him and found myself brushing my hair 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 division."You're John Schneider. You play in defence."

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

lav's eyes 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 keep room.

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

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

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

I smiled in response."Yes, xviii today

"Happy natal day !"

"Thanks."

His gaze flicked from my face, to my boob and then down to my hemline again. I realised that my skirt had automatically ridden up when I sat down, revealing much of my upper thigh. I adjusted the hem of my chick, to reveal lupus erythematosus 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 fabric of my tights covering my knee."He supports the team fanatically. He has a time of year just the ticket and goes to all the games, even the away matches."

lav's gaze shifted to my hemline again. I looked down to get hold that my hands had unconsciously again pushed the hem of my skirt up my thigh.

"Your boyfriend is a lucky man."King John's eye flicked between my titty and my second joint, licking his lips. I should birth been disgusted by his behaviour. But oddly, I felt flattered, and a little excited.

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

I crossed my legs and continued to fondle the stuff of my opaque leotards, the feel of the textile tingling under the point of my fingers. John Schneider continued to stare at my thighs, a smirk crossing his look. I let him leer, enjoying his attending and obvious desire for my young body.

The spell was broken when my mum returned with the tea. John Lackland swiftly tore his eyes away from my legs and I quickly covered my thigh with my skirt.

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

I stood up and picked up my bag and sport jacket."Well, 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 body one last time.

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

When I got into my bedroom, I put down my bag and blazer on my desk chair 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 pretty face and scant dark hair. My gaze drifted down to my breast and to my second joint. Oddly, I found myself captivated by the outline of my bra through my blouse, the hemline of my doll and the framework of my leotards. It excited me that my choice of clothing had aroused a man so often that he could not contract his eyes off me.

I felt my hired hand drift up my thigh, my fingertips and my lumbus tingling under the feel of my tights. I pulled my skirt up above my waist and opened my peg. I caressed the strawman of my tweed cotton fiber scanty through my leotards. I heard myself suspire as I watched my hand caressing my miserable abdomen in the mirror. For some rationality, it was really turning me on. I imagined what it would be like for creepy John to fondle my tights.

My right deal drifted down to my crotch where my fingers began caressing the bud of my clit through my tights and panties. I moaned, aroused at the mess, imagining it was creepy-crawly Saint John's fingers.

There was a knock at the threshold."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 embark 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 spare key for emergencies."She handed me a keyring with a key attached."Could you hired man this into him ? He left before I was able to afford it to him."

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

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

"Oh, OK."Feigning disinclination.

"Can you film it now ?"

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

I nipped downstairs and out the strawman door. I didn't annoyance to put my blazer on since I was only going next door. It looked like I would birth to let creepy John sneer at me again tonight. portion of me was weirdly tingling with prediction. I tried to dismiss the maven and walked up creepy St. John's drive.

When I reached the front door, I considered just putting it through the letter box. But decided I should pass on it to him directly. It was the polite affair to do. That's what I told myself anyway.

I rang the doorbell and creepy toilet promptly answered.

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

"Er, my mum wanted me to pass on 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 present you an autographed photo for your boyfriend."

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

"Oh, hail on."Said creepy John."It will be a nice surprise for him."

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

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

I walked in the nominal head door. Creepy can ushered me towards the bread and butter room.

"peeress first."He said.

As I walked into his living way, I could palpate creepy lavatory's eyes fixed on my buns through my stiff skirt.

"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 look a bit too cosy.



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

Creepy John soon came back with his pic and sat rectify next to me ; his hips pressed against mine.

"Is your spouse at home ?"I asked.

"My wife Jane is out a work."whoremonger smiled and leered at my breasts and thigh."She won't be back for a duo of hours."

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

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

"Thanks."I picked up the photo and looked at it. It was simple figure of speech of lav Schneider in his Albion United strip show with his signature scrawled across it."My boyfriend will be thrilled."

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

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

Creepy john turned his body towards me and placed his hand on my thigh and started to fondle 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 thighs and squeezing my breasts through my blouse and bra.

"I think we both know you want a piece of John Schneider."He said. His handwriting returned to my thighs. He sneered down in starve 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 Patrick White step-in 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 down in the mouth abdomen and puss through my tights and panty."You are so sleep together horny."

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

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

I have to allow in that this bemused me a bit. I was just wearing regular leotards and my underclothing were just the touchstone lowly cotton panties that college girls normally wear. To me, there was aught particularly sexy 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 leotards and pantie.

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

But the truth was, my physical structure didn't want him to discontinue. My branch had opened up before him, welcoming and encouraging him to kiss and caress the most knowledgeable areas of my body.

I should throw felt disgusted and revolted by creepy Saint John's activity. I should possess resisted him and objected to his advances. But I didn't want to. I was actually enjoying the slew of creepy John's fingers and lips brushwood over the fabric of my tights, with that fascinated expression of delectation on his face.

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

To my surprise, and disappointment, he did stop. But he wasn't finished with me. He stood up and opened his blue jean to reveal his erect rooster bulging under his briefs.

He quickly took off his scummy article of clothing and pulled my case towards his cock. It was rock hard and perhaps a little bigger than average.

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

A moment later, I had creepy John's cock in my sassing. I sucked, kissed and licked the distance of the shaft, savouring the taste sensation of his pre-cum and the sentiency of hardness against my lips and upper mouth.

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

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

"Oh, you are such a dirty little slut."Growled creepy John, pushing my brass back onto his cock.

I eagerly took it into my mouth again, savouring his hardness on my brim and in my back talk. 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 have expected such a comment to fill me with pity or guilt. But thinking of Cameron while slurping on another man's tool filled me only with excitement. I don't know why, because I actually liked my boyfriend.

I could just imagine 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 tool down my throat, after letting him feel me up. Something Cameron would love to do if I let him.

The thought of my boyfriend quietly sitting at home just aroused me even more. I eagerly sucked and tongued creepy whoremonger's tool, as my fingers of my left helping hand gently massaged my clit through my leotards and pantie.

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

Creepy John tensed and groaned out flash. I felt his cum squirt inside my lip, causing me to gag and buy the farm as it went down my throat. Creepy John smirked with expiation at my discomfort as his cum and saliva dribbled from my mouth. I detached myself briefly from creepy John's cock, choking and gasping for breath. Then, dutifully, I took his still set up cock in my mouth and sucked it dry.

"Oh, yeah !"He said.

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

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

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

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

I quickly freshened up in the toilet before heading out the front door.

"Don't forget this for your boyfriend."Creepy Gospel According to John handed me the sign autograph. I couldn't believe I'd almost bury it.

I took it and rushed rest 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 squad and Mr Schneider wanted to give 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 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 down the front of my tights and panties, massaging my clit and twat hole with my finger's breadth.

I glanced down at the autographed photo lying on the bed beside me. I gasped with pleasure as I remembered creepy john's rooster in my mouth, his custody all over my consistency and the ecstatic expression on his aspect as he came in my lip.

It didn't take long for me to climax. I saw my face contort with ecstasy in the mirror and heard myself moan out tacky, as my clit spasmed from the veil bliss of orgasm. I just hoped that my mum wouldn't pick that very consequence 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 bliss. I picked up the autographed picture that creepy King John had given to me. Perhaps I wouldn't give it to my beau after all, at least not right away. I had former habit for it .