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

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

I popped my head through the support room room access 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 late twenties was seated on the armchair recliner.

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

"Oh, ok."I Said and walked into the room. The man was quite dear looking and obviously kept in adequate physical body. It initially worried me that my female parent was attracted to him.

"It's nice to match 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 doll and material of the down in the mouth opaque tights covering my second joint. Then he looked into my eyes and smiled. It didn't look like I had to be worried about Mr Shneider and my female parent. He was obviously more matter to in jr. 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 tights, a Patrick Victor Martindale 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 comrade, but I wasn't sure from where I knew him.

"You may agnise 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 section."You're John Schneider. You play in defence."

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

John'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 living room.

As I took my sports coat off, I could palpate his eye linger on the outline of white meat, covered by my field T. H. White bra and white blouse. I didn't flavour at him. Instead, I bent over, in forepart of him, placing my folded blazer 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 regard to look me in the eyes, seemingly unfazed at being caught.

I sat on the couch in presence 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, 18 today

"Happy Birthday !"

"Thanks."

His regard flicked from my brass, to my knocker 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 skirt, to unwrap less of my leg.

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

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

Saint John's gaze shifted to my hemline again. I looked down to find that my script had unconsciously again pushed the hem of my bird up my second joint.

"Your boyfriend is a prosperous man."John's centre flicked between my breast and my second joint, licking his mouth. I should make been disgusted by his doings. But oddly, I felt flattered, and a little excited.

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

I crossed my legs and continued to fondle the cloth of my opaque leotards, the look of the textile tingling under the tips of my fingers. John Schneider continued to stare at my thigh, a smirk crossing his face. I let him leer, enjoying his attention and obvious desire for my youthful body.

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

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

I stood up and picked up my bag and sport coat."well, I have to go and get changed."I turned to John."It was prissy to play you, Mr Schneider."I said.

"The pleasance 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 reality, I'd pretty lots enjoyed his attentions.

When I got into my bedroom, I put down my bag and blazer on my desk chairperson 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 font and short dark hair. My regard drifted down to my breast and to my thigh. Oddly, I found myself captivated by the outline of my bra through my blouse, the hemline of my skirt and the fabric of my leotards. It excited me that my choice of clothing had aroused a man so much that he could not subscribe his center off me.

I felt my hands drift up my thighs, my fingertips and my loins tingling under the feel of my tights. I pulled my bird up above my waist and opened my branch. I caressed the front man of my white cotton step-in through my tights. I heard myself sigh as I watched my hand caressing my get down abdomen in the mirror. For some reason, it was really turning me on. I imagined what it would be like for creepy Gospel According to John to caress my leotards.

My right hand drifted down to my crotch where my finger began caressing the bud of my clit through my tights and panty. I moaned, aroused at the pot, imagining it was creepy St. John the Apostle's fingers.

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

Wide-eyed in terror, 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 mind. Before you do, could you do me a nimble favour ?"

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

"I want to turn over 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 to cave in it to him."

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

"Yes, but it's always practiced to give another in fount she's not available."

"Oh, OK."pretence reluctance.

"Can you take it now ?"

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

I nipped downstairs and out the front door. I didn't pain in the ass to put my sport coat on since I was only going next door. It looked like I would have to let creepy trick leer at me again tonight. Part of me was weirdly tingling with expectation. I tried to dismiss the mavin and walked up creepy Gospel According to John's drive.

When I reached the front door, 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 can promptly answered.

"hullo, Marie."He smiled and looked me up and down, his oculus 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 reach 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 apply you an autographed photo for your boyfriend."

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

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

He opened the doorway wide to let me in. I paused for a present moment telling himself that I should just go dwelling house. But I didn't want to be impolite. And anyway, john was right. My boyfriend 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.

"noblewoman first."He said.

As I walked into his bread and butter room, I could feel creepy John's eyes fixed on my posterior through my tight skirt.

"Here, have a fundament 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 livelihood elbow room. It was very tidy 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."privy smiled and leered at my boob and thigh."She won't be back for a match of hours."

"That's a shame."I said."I would have got liked to come across her."

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

"Thanks."I picked up the exposure and looked at it. It was simple paradigm of St. John the Apostle Schneider in his Albion United strip with his signature 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 photo out of my deal and placed it on the coffee table in front of us.

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

Creepy john turned his consistence towards me and placed his hand on my thigh and started to fondle the cloth of my tights.

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

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

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

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

He pulled up my skirt to uncover 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 stomach and twat through my tights and pantie."You are so fucking horny."

Creepy John got on his knees and started to osculate the social movement of my scanty through my leotards, while his hired hand caressed my thighs.

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

I have to intromit that this bemused me a bit. I was just wearing habitue tights and my underwear were just the standard modest cotton panties that college female child normally wear. To me, there was zippo particularly sexy about them. But for some reason, creepy lavatory was really into them.

I looked on as Creepy whoremonger's finger's breadth massaged the bud of my button through my tights and scanty.

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

But the true statement was, my body didn't want him to block off. My legs had opened up before him, welcoming and encouraging him to kiss and caress the most sexual expanse of my body.

I should have felt disgusted and revolted by creepy whoremaster's actions. I should have resisted him and objected to his rise. But I didn't want to. I was actually enjoying the sight of creepy whoremonger's fingerbreadth and sass brush over the fabric of my tights, with that mesmerised verbal expression of delight on his face.

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

To my surprise, and disappointment, he did hold back. 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 lower clothing and pulled my face towards his cock. It was rock hard and perhaps a little larger than average.

Before I knew it, I had my script round the shaft of his dick 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 athletic body and I couldn't resist the feelings of desire edifice inside me. I just had to suck that big severe cock in front end of me.

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

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

I smiled up at him and took his barb deep into my pharynx. He pushed my pass against him until I felt myself choke coil. I gasped for air, sticky saliva and pre-cum dribble onto my chin.

"Oh, you are such a contaminating picayune slut."Growled creepy John, pushing my face back onto his cock.

I eagerly took it into my oral fissure again, savouring his inclemency on my sass and in my sass. 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 trip. 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 young man.

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 hard tool down my pharynx, after letting him finger me up. Something Cameron would love to do if I let him.

The idea of my swain quietly sitting at rest home just aroused me even more. I eagerly sucked and tongued creepy privy's prick, as my digit of my depart script gently massaged my button through my tights and panty.

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

Creepy privy tensed and groaned out cheap. I felt his cum squirt inside my mouth, causing me to gag and choke as it went down my throat. Creepy whoremaster smirked with satisfaction at my discomfort as his cum and saliva dribbled from my sassing. I detached myself briefly from creepy John's cock, choking and gasping for breath. Then, dutifully, I took his still vertical pecker in my sassing and sucked it dry.

"Oh, yeah !"He said.

He sat down beside me and fondled my titty and second joint again, leering at me with gratification. 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 give up here."He said."My married woman is on her way. She'll'be back in 15 minutes."

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

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

"Don't forget this for your boyfriend."Creepy John handed me the signalise 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 team and Mr Schneider wanted to pass me a contract 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 end of the mirror. I opened my legs and hitched up my skirt. I thrust my aright hand down the front of my leotards and pantie, massaging my clit and kitty cakehole with my digit.

I glanced down at the autographed picture lying on the bed beside me. I gasped with joy as I remembered creepy King John's cock in my mouth, his men all over my consistency and the ecstatic formula on his brass as he came in my oral fissure.

It didn't take long for me to climax. I saw my grimace contort with ecstasy in the mirror and heard myself moan out brassy, as my clit spasmed from the hidden seventh heaven of orgasm. I just hoped that my mum wouldn't picking that very mo to barge 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 autographed photo that creepy lav had given to me. Perhaps I wouldn't give it to my boyfriend after all, at least not right away. I had former uses for it .