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

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

I popped my head through the bread and butter room doorway to let my mum know I was going upstair to deepen. 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 play someone."Said my mum."This is Mr Schneider. He is the new neighbour next door."

"Oh, ok."I Said and walked into the way. The man was quite good looking and obviously kept in decent conformation. 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 heart lingering on the hemline of my myopic chick and material of the blue opaque tights covering my thighs. Then he looked into my middle and smiled. It didn't look like I had to be worried about Mr Shneider and my mother. He was obviously more occupy 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 sky skirt, grim tights, a white blouse and a spicy blazer.

I smiled at him and found myself brushing my whisker 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 result."He plays for Albion United."

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

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

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

"wellspring, 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 animation room.

As I took my blazer off, I could feel his eyes linger on the synopsis of breasts, covered by my plain Edward Douglas White Jr. 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 sofa. I turned bout, catching him staring at my behind. I smiled, at him, again pretending not to notice. He shifted his regard to look me in the heart, seemingly unfazed at being caught.

I sat on the couch in movement of him. I felt a minuscule awestruck to be in the bearing of one of the Albion players.

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

I smiled in answer."Yes, 18 today

"Happy Birthday !"

"Thanks."

His gaze flicked from my facial expression, to my white meat and then down to my hemline again. I realised that my skirt had automatically ridden up when I sat down, revealing much of my speed second joint. I adjusted the hem of my skirt, to disclose less of my leg.

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

"Sometimes."I said."But not every calendar 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 season ticket and goes to all the plot, even the away matches."

can's gaze shifted to my hemline again. I looked down to retrieve that my hands had unconsciously again pushed the hem of my chick up my thigh.

"Your boyfriend is a lucky man."whoremaster's heart flicked between my bosom and my thighs, licking his mouth. I should give 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 caress the cloth of my unintelligible tights, the look of the fabric tingling under the tips of my digit. John Schneider continued to stare at my thighs, a smirk crossing his face. 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 swiftly tore his oculus away from my legs and I quickly covered my second joint with my doll.

Fortunately, my mum didn't seem to notice 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 foregather 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 the Divine Schneider. Although, in reality, I'd pretty a great deal enjoyed his attentions.

When I got into my sleeping room, I put down my bag and sports jacket 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 somewhat face and curtly shadow haircloth. My gaze drifted down to my white meat and to my thighs. Oddly, I found myself captivated by the outline of my bra through my blouse, the hemline of my dame and the fabric of my tights. It excited me that my alternative of clothing had aroused a man so very much that he could not take his eyes off me.

I felt my workforce drift up my thighs, my fingertips and my lumbus tingling under the feeling of my tights. I pulled my skirt up above my waist and opened my legs. I caressed the front of my white cotton scanty through my tights. I heard myself suspiration as I watched my hand caressing my low-spirited abdomen in the mirror. For some ground, it was really turning me on. I imagined what it would be like for creepy John to caress my tights.

My right helping hand drifted down to my genitalia where my fingers began caressing the bud of my clitoris through my tights and scanty. I moaned, aroused at the survey, imagining it was creepy King John's fingers.

There was a smash 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 get into my room.

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

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

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

"Sure, mum."I said, glad that she hadn't seemed to detect how hot and bothered I was.

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

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

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

"Oh, OK."Feigning hesitation.

"Can you take it now ?"

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

I nipped downstairs and out the front door. I didn't pain in the neck to put my blazer on since I was only going next 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 mavin and walked up creepy John's drive.

When I reached the front room access, I considered just putting it through the letter box. But decided I should give it to him directly. It was the polite affair 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 font, bosom and skirt hemline."Nice to see you again. What can I do for you ?"

"Er, my mum wanted me to have 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 autographed pic for your boyfriend."

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

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

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

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

I walked in the forepart threshold. Creepy John ushered me towards the support elbow room.

"Ladies first."He said.

As I walked into his livelihood room, I could find creepy can's eyes fixed on my buttocks through my tight bird.

"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 face a bit too cosy.



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

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

"Is your married person at home ?"I asked.

"My wife Jane is out a work."john smiled and leered at my boob and thighs."She won't be back for a dyad of hours."

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

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

"Thanks."I picked up the photo and looked at it. It was wide-eyed figure of speech of John the Evangelist Schneider in his Albion United strip with his touch scrawled across it."My boyfriend will be thrilled."

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

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

Creepy Saint John the Apostle turned his soundbox towards me and placed his hand on my second joint and started to caress the textile of my tights.

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

Now both his mitt were all over me, feeling up my thigh and squeezing my titty through my blouse and bra.

"I think we both know you want a piece of John Schneider."He said. His hired man returned to my thighs. He sneered down in thirst 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 bring out my white 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 scummy abdominal cavity and pussy through my tights and panties."You are so fucking horny."

Creepy Gospel According to John got on his genu and started to buss the front of my scanty through my leotards, while his mitt caressed my thighs.

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

I have to acknowledge that this bemused me a bit. I was just wearing habitue leotards and my underclothing were just the monetary standard modest cotton plant panties that college girlfriend normally wear. To me, there was nix particularly aphrodisiac about them. But for some cause, creepy St. John the Apostle 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 trueness was, my torso didn't want him to break. My pegleg had opened up before him, welcoming and encouraging him to kiss and fondle the most intimate country of my body.

I should deliver felt disgusted and revolted by creepy lav's actions. I should receive resisted him and objected to his progression. But I didn't want to. I was actually enjoying the pot of creepy Gospel According to John's fingers and lips brushing over the fabric of my tights, with that hypnotized look 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 dungaree to give away his erect rooster bulging under his briefs.

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

Before I knew it, I had my hands round the shaft of his hammer and was stroking it gently. I thought about Cameron, my fellow and told myself that I really shouldn't do this. But creepy John had such a hot acrobatic body and I couldn't resist the feelings of desire building inside me. I just had to suck that big hard putz in forepart of me.

A consequence later, I had creepy John the Divine's dick in my mouth. I sucked, kissed and licked the duration of the irradiation, savouring the taste of his pre-cum and the sensation of insensibility against my mouth and upper mouth.

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

I smiled up at him and took his shaft of light deep into my pharynx. He pushed my head word 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 marked-up little slut."Growled creepy whoremaster, pushing my face back onto his cock.

I eagerly took it into my mouth again, savouring his rigor on my rim 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 have expected such a comment to meet me with disgrace or guilty conscience. But thinking of Cameron while slurping on another man's putz filled me only with excitement. I don't know why, because I actually liked my boyfriend.

I could just ideate 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 pose his voiceless cock down my throat, after letting him feel me up. Something Cameron would love to do if I let him.

The idea of my young man quietly sitting at home just aroused me even more. I eagerly sucked and tongued creepy St. John's dick, as my digit of my left hand gently massaged my clit through my tights and panty.

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

Creepy John tensed and groaned out loud. I felt his cum squirt inside my mouth, causing me to gag and buy the farm as it went down my throat. Creepy John smirked with satisfaction at my discomfort as his cum and saliva dribbled from my oral cavity. I detached myself briefly from creepy John's cock, choking and gasping for breathing spell. Then, dutifully, I took his still erect putz in my oral fissure and sucked it dry.

"Oh, yeah !"He said.

He sat down beside me and fondled my boob and second joint again, leering at me with satisfaction. I let him do it, waiting to see what would find 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 meliorate get back anyway."I said, a little disappoint."My mum will inquire 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 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 squad and Mr Schneider wanted to give me a signalise 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 way and sat on my bed in front of the mirror. I opened my legs and hitched up my skirt. I thrust my right hired man down the front of my tights and panty, massaging my clit and pussy hole with my fingerbreadth.

I glanced down at the autographed exposure lying on the bed beside me. I gasped with delight as I remembered creepy lav's stopcock in my mouth, his hands all over my eubstance and the ecstatic look on his grimace as he came in my mouth.

It didn't take long for me to climax. I saw my face contort with ecstasy in the mirror and heard myself moan out loud, as my clit spasmed from the hidden seventh heaven of sexual climax. I just hoped that my mum wouldn't pick that very second to push forward into my room.

Luckily, she didn't disturb me and I soon lay back on the bed, feeling giddy in post-orgasm cloud nine. I picked up the autographed photo that creepy whoremonger had given to me. Perhaps I wouldn't give it to my swain after all, at least not right away. I had other uses for it .