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

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

I popped my head through the bread and butter elbow room threshold to let my mum know I was going upstairs to interchange. I was expecting her to be alone reading or watching telly. But she was not alone. A man in his late mid-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 neighbor next door."

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

"It's nice to meet you, Marie."Said the man."Your female parent has told me all about you."

He looked at me up and down, his eye lingering on the hemline of my short chick and fabric of the downcast opaque tights covering my thighs. Then he looked into my eyes and smiled. It didn't aspect like I had to be worried about Mr Shneider and my female parent. He was obviously more matter to in younger women.

At that moment, I felt very conscious about what I was wearing. I was in my college uniform, which consisted of a blue skirt, blue sky tights, a White person blouse and a sorry sports jacket.

I smiled at him and found myself brushing my fuzz back as he smiled at me. He seemed oddly comrade, 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 topical anesthetic football team which plays in the second division."You're John Schneider. You play in defence."

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

privy's oculus 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 hold him company, while I go and make some tea."

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

As I took my blazer off, I could feel his centre linger on the outline of bosom, covered by my plain snowy bra and white-hot blouse. I didn't look at him. Instead, I bent over, in nominal head of him, placing my close up blazer and bag on the couch. I turned bout, catching him staring at my behind. I smiled, at him, again pretending not to notice. He shifted his gaze to look me in the centre, seemingly unfazed at being caught.

I sat on the sofa in front line 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, XVIII today

"Happy natal day !"

"Thanks."

His gaze flicked from my fount, to my white meat and then down to my hemline again. I realised that my chick had automatically ridden up when I sat down, revealing a lot of my upper second joint. I adjusted the hem of my bird, to give away less of my leg.

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

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

John the Divine's gaze shifted to my hemline again. I looked down to encounter that my hands had unconsciously again pushed the hem of my dame up my second joint.

"Your beau is a favorable man."whoremonger's middle flicked between my knocker and my thighs, licking his back talk. I should let been disgusted by his demeanor. But oddly, I felt flattered, and a slight 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 caress the material of my opaque leotards, the feeling of the fabric tingling under the tips of my finger. whoremaster Schneider continued to stare at my thighs, a smirk crossing his side. I let him leer, enjoying his attending and obvious desire for my vernal body.

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

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

I stood up and picked up my bag and blazer."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 leering John Schneider. Although, in realness, I'd pretty lots enjoyed his attentions.

When I got into my bedroom, I put down my bag and sport jacket on my desk chair and sat down on my bed with a suspiration. I looked at myself in the mirror which was to the position of the bed. I smiled at my middling fount and short dark hair. My regard drifted down to my titty and to my thighs. Oddly, I found myself captivated by the outline of my bra through my blouse, the hemline of my bird and the fabric of my leotards. It excited me that my pick of wear had aroused a man so a lot that he could not take his eyes off me.

I felt my hands drift up my thigh, my fingertips and my loins tingling under the feel of my tights. I pulled my skirt up above my waist and opened my leg. I caressed the battlefront of my Edward D. White cotton plant panty through my tights. I heard myself sigh as I watched my deal caressing my lower abdomen in the mirror. For some rationality, it was really turning me on. I imagined what it would be like for creepy John to caress my tights.

My right hand drifted down to my crotch where my fingers began caressing the bud of my clit through my leotards and panties. I moaned, aroused at the sight, imagining it was creepy King 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 enter my room.

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

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

"Never mind. Before you do, could you do me a quickly party favour ?"

"Sure, mum."I said, felicitous that she hadn't seemed to find how perturbed I was.

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

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

"Yes, but it's always expert to feature another in example 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 botheration to put my sports coat on since I was only going side by side door. It looked like I would have to let creepy John leer at me again tonight. Part of me was weirdly tingling with prevision. I tried to dismiss the sensation and walked up creepy John's drive.

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

I rang the doorbell and creepy John promptly answered.

"hullo, Marie."He smiled and looked me up and down, his eyes wandering between my face, breasts and skirt 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 mo ?"He said."I could give you an autographed exposure for your boyfriend."

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

"Oh, come on."Said creepy John."It will be a overnice surprise for him."

He opened the door wide to let me in. I paused for a moment telling himself that I should just go home. But I didn't want to be impolite. And anyway, John was right. My young man would be delighted with the autograph.

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

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

"Ladies first."He said.

As I walked into his animation room, I could feel creepy John's eyes fixed on my rump through my fuddled dame.

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

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



As I sat alone, I looked round the animation room. It was very square away and with skillful décor, clearly influenced by a feminine touch.

Creepy bathroom soon came back with his photo and sat right succeeding to me ; his rose hip pressed against mine.

"Is your cooperator at base ?"I asked.

"My wife Jane is out a work."St. John the Apostle smiled and leered at my white meat and thighs."She won't be back for a brace of hours."

"That's a shame."I said."I would have liked to run into 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 round-eyed effigy of King John Schneider in his Albion United landing strip with his touch scrawled across it."My swain will be thrilled."

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

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

Creepy Saint John turned his trunk 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 bosom through my blouse and bra.

"I think we both know you want a piece of music of John Schneider."He said. His custody returned to my thighs. He sneered down in lust 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 unwrap my White River scanty 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 frown abdomen and pussy through my tights and panties."You are so bloody horny."

Creepy John got on his knee joint and started to buss the battlefront of my step-in through my leotards, while his manpower 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 regular tights and my underwear were just the standard pocket-sized cotton step-in that college girls normally wear. To me, there was nothing particularly sexy about them. But for some intellect, creepy John was really into them.

I looked on as Creepy John's fingers massaged the bud of my clit through my tights and panty.

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

But the truth was, my trunk didn't want him to stop. My legs had opened up before him, welcoming and encouraging him to osculate and caress the most confidant surface area of my body.

I should have felt disgusted and revolted by creepy toilet's legal action. I should have resisted him and objected to his advances. But I didn't want to. I was actually enjoying the visual modality of creepy John's finger and lips clash over the fabric of my tights, with that hypnotised expression of joy on his face.

"Oh, Mr Schneider, we mustn't."I sighed, gently pushing his face against my button through my tights and step-in."Please stop."

To my surprise, and letdown, he did block. But he wasn't finished with me. He stood up and opened his jeans to give away his erect turncock bulging under his briefs.

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

Before I knew it, I had my hands round the slam of his turncock and was stroking it gently. I thought about Cameron, my swain and told myself that I really shouldn't do this. But creepy whoremaster had such a hot athletic body and I couldn't resist the feelings of desire building inside me. I just had to suck that big hard dick in front of me.

A consequence later, I had creepy whoremonger's prick in my sass. I sucked, kissed and licked the length of the shaft of light, savouring the appreciation of his pre-cum and the ace of severity against my mouth and amphetamine mouth.

"Oh, God !"St. John the Apostle moaned."My rooster has never felt so big and hard."

I smiled up at him and took his shaft deep into my pharynx. He pushed my heading against him until I felt myself choke coil. I gasped for air, glutinous spit and pre-cum dribbling onto my chin.

"Oh, you are such a unclean niggling slut."Growled creepy John, pushing my case back onto his cock.

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

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

I would have expected such a commentary to occupy me with ignominy or guilt feelings. 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 conceive of what Cameron was doing now. He was probably doing preparation for college or watching something on TV. Meanwhile I was allowing my new neighbour to stick his intemperately turncock down my pharynx, after letting him palpate me up. Something Cameron would have sex 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 John's cock, as my finger of my allow for script gently massaged my clit through my tights and panties.

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

Creepy John tensed and groaned out brassy. I felt his cum jet inside my mouth, causing me to gag and choke as it went down my throat. Creepy John smirked with gratification at my soreness as his cum and saliva dribbled from my back talk. I detached myself briefly from creepy bathroom's cock, choking and gasping for breathing time. 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 atonement. I let him do it, waiting to see what would happen 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 stop here."He said."My wife is on her way. She'll'be back in 15 minutes."

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

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

"Don't forget this for your boyfriend."Creepy Saint John the Apostle handed me the signed autograph. I couldn't believe I'd almost disregarded 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 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 leg and hitched up my skirt. I thrust my decently hand down the figurehead of my leotards and panties, massaging my clit and pussy fix with my fingers.

I glanced down at the autographed photo lying on the bed beside me. I gasped with pleasure as I remembered creepy Gospel According to John's cock in my mouth, his hands all over my physical structure and the ecstatic locution on his fount as he came in my mouth.

It didn't take long for me to culminate. I saw my look contort with ecstasy in the mirror and heard myself moan out loud, as my clit spasmed from the hidden bliss of climax. I just hoped that my mum wouldn't pick 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 bliss. I picked up the autographed photo that creepy Saint John the Apostle had given to me. Perhaps I wouldn't give it to my young man after all, at least not compensate away. I had early uses for it .