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

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

I popped my point through the living room room access to let my mum know I was going up the stairs to change. I was expecting her to be alone reading or watching telly. But she was not alone. A man in his tardy 20 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 seemly shape. It initially worried me that my mother was attracted to him.

"It's nice to encounter 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 short-change skirt and cloth of the blue opaque leotards covering my thigh. Then he looked into my middle and smiled. It didn't looking at like I had to be worried about Mr Shneider and my mother. He was obviously more interest in new women.

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

I smiled at him and found myself brushing my tomentum 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 solution."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 class."You're Saint John Schneider. You play in defence."

"That's right, I normally play 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 living room.

As I took my blazer off, I could finger his eyes linger on the outline of breasts, covered by my champaign white bra and white blouse. I didn't look at him. Instead, I bent over, in forepart of him, placing my folded sport jacket and bag on the lounge. I turned round, catching him staring at my behind. I smiled, at him, again pretending not to acknowledge. He shifted his regard to attend me in the eyes, seemingly unfazed at being caught.

I sat on the couch 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, eighteen today

"Happy Birthday !"

"Thanks."

His gaze flicked from my fount, to my breast 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 thigh. I adjusted the hem of my wench, to discover LE of my leg.

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

"Sometimes."I said."But not every week. I sometimes go with my boyfriend."Nervously, I caressed the textile of my tights covering my articulatio genus."He supports the squad fanatically. He has a season ticket and goes to all the games, even the away matches."

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

"Your beau is a lucky man."John's eyes flicked between my bosom and my thigh, licking his brim. I should receive been disgusted by his behaviour. But oddly, I felt flattered, and a footling excited.

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

I crossed my legs and continued to caress the material of my opaque tights, the feel of the material tingling under the point of my fingers. trick Schneider continued to stare at my thigh, a smirk crossing his grimace. I let him leer, enjoying his attention and obvious desire for my young body.

The spell was broken when my mum returned with the tea. John swiftly tore his eyes away from my wooden leg 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 blazer."Well, I have to go and get changed."I turned to lavatory."It was nice to meet you, Mr Schneider."I said.

"The pleasure is all mine."He replied, leering at my dead body one shoemaker's 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 much enjoyed his attentions.

When I got into my bedroom, I put down my bag and sport coat on my desk hot seat and sat down on my bed with a sigh. I looked at myself in the mirror which was to the incline of the bed. I smiled at my pretty cheek and short wickedness tomentum. My gaze drifted down to my chest and to my thighs. Oddly, I found myself captivated by the lineation of my bra through my blouse, the hemline of my skirt and the textile of my tights. It excited me that my choice of wearable had aroused a man so much that he could not consume 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 annulus up above my waist and opened my stage. I caressed the front line of my White person cotton panty through my tights. I heard myself sigh as I watched my hand caressing my lower abdomen in the mirror. For some reason, it was really turning me on. I imagined what it would be like for creepy John to fondle my tights.

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

There was a knock 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 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 quick favour ?"

"Sure, mum."I said, well-chosen that she hadn't seemed to find how flustered I was.

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

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

"Yes, but it's always soundly to have another in eccentric she's not available."

"Oh, OK."feigning indisposition.

"Can you rent it now ?"

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

I nipped downstairs and out the front threshold. I didn't bother to put my sport jacket on since I was only going succeeding doorway. It looked like I would cause to let creepy John leer at me again tonight. persona of me was weirdly tingling with anticipation. I tried to dismiss the hotshot and walked up creepy privy's drive.

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

I rang the buzzer and creepy Saint John the Apostle promptly answered.

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

"Er, my mum wanted me to pass 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 picture for your boyfriend."

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

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

He opened the door blanket to let me in. I paused for a second 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 boyfriend would be delighted with the autograph.

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

I walked in the face room access. Creepy John ushered me towards the support way.

"gentlewoman first."He said.

As I walked into his keep room, I could feel creepy-crawly privy's oculus fixed on my rump through my tight skirt.

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

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



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

Creepy John soon came back with his exposure and sat right future to me ; his hips pressed against mine.

"Is your partner at dwelling house ?"I asked.

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

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

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

"Thanks."I picked up the photo and looked at it. It was simple image of St. John Schneider in his Albion United slip with his signature scrawled across it."My young man will be thrilled."

"But I think we both know why you are really here."Creepy John took the photo out of my mitt and placed it on the umber table in social movement of us.

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

Creepy john turned his eubstance towards me and placed his manus on my thigh 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 thighs and squeezing my knocker through my blouse and bra.

"I think we both know you want a piece of John the Evangelist Schneider."He said. His hands returned to my thighs. He sneered down in lecherousness 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 ashen pantie through my tights.

"Phooaar !"Creepy John the Divine'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 modest abdomen and pussy through my leotards and scanty."You are so fucking horny."

Creepy John got on his knees and started to osculate the front of my panty through my tights, while his hands caressed my thighs.

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

I have to acknowledge that this bemused me a bit. I was just wearing regular leotards and my underwear were just the standard mild cotton fiber pantie that college girls normally wear. To me, there was goose egg particularly aphrodisiac about them. But for some grounds, creepy John was really into them.

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

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

But the verity was, my body didn't want him to stop. My peg had opened up before him, welcoming and encouraging him to buss and caress the most intimate orbit of my body.

I should have felt disgusted and revolted by creepy John's action mechanism. I should have resisted him and objected to his advances. But I didn't want to. I was actually enjoying the ken of creepy John's fingers and lip thicket over the framework of my tights, with that mesmerised expression of delight on his face.

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

To my surprise, and letdown, he did stop. But he wasn't finished with me. He stood up and opened his dungaree to let out his erect cock bulging under his briefs.

He quickly took off his lower clothing and pulled my face towards his stopcock. It was rock hard and perhaps a lilliputian prominent than average.

Before I knew it, I had my paw round the shaft of his hammer 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 acrobatic torso and I couldn't resist the feelings of desire construction inside me. I just had to suck in that big hard cock in battlefront of me.

A second later, I had creepy John's cock in my lip. I sucked, kissed and licked the length of the shaft, savouring the mouthful of his pre-cum and the sensation of hardness against my backtalk and upper mouth.

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

I smiled up at him and took his shaft deep into my throat. He pushed my head against him until I felt myself choke. I gasped for air, embarrassing spittle and pre-cum dribble onto my chin.

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

I eagerly took it into my mouth again, savouring his insensibility on my back talk and in my oral fissure. Intermittently, I kissed and licked the tip of his cock.

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

I would have expected such a comment to fulfill me with shame 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 voiceless hammer down my throat, after letting him experience me up. Something Cameron would love to do if I let him.

The thought of my boyfriend quietly sitting at habitation just aroused me even more. I eagerly sucked and tongued creepy John's pecker, as my finger's breadth of my leave behind hired hand gently massaged my clit through my tights and panties.

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

Creepy John tensed and groaned out gaudy. I felt his cum spurt inside my mouth, causing me to gag and choke as it went down my throat. Creepy John smirked with gratification at my discomfort as his cum and spit dribbled from my sassing. I detached myself briefly from creepy Saint John's tool, choking and gasping for breath. Then, dutifully, I took his still tumid putz in my mouth and sucked it dry.

"Oh, yeah !"He said.

He sat down beside me and fondled my breasts and thigh again, leering at me with atonement. I let him do it, waiting to see what would happen next.

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

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

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

I quickly freshened up in the can before heading out the battlefront door.

"Don't forget this for your boyfriend."Creepy whoremonger handed me the subscribe autograph. I couldn't believe I'd almost bury 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 devote 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 way and sat on my bed in straw man of the mirror. I opened my legs and hitched up my wench. I thrust my right hand down the figurehead of my tights and panties, massaging my clit and pussy hole with my digit.

I glanced down at the autographed pic lying on the bed beside me. I gasped with delight as I remembered creepy John the Evangelist's stopcock in my mouth, his manus all over my body and the rapt locution on his cheek as he came in my mouth.

It didn't take long for me to climax. I saw my facial expression contort with XTC in the mirror and heard myself moan out meretricious, as my button spasmed from the hidden bliss of orgasm. I just hoped that my mum wouldn't pick that very consequence to push forward into my room.

Luckily, she didn't disturb me and I soon lay back on the bed, feeling silly in post-orgasm bliss. I picked up the autographed photo that creepy St. John had given to me. Perhaps I wouldn't ease up it to my beau after all, at to the lowest degree not right away. I had other uses for it .