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

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

I popped my head through the living way 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 late twenty was seated on the armchair recliner.

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

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

"It's nice to cope with 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 abruptly skirt and material of the drear 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 interested 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 annulus, blue tights, a white blouse and a blue sport jacket.

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 topical anaesthetic football team which plays in the 2d division."You're John Schneider. You play in defence."

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

St. John the Apostle's eye 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 sense his eyes linger on the synopsis of breasts, covered by my knit stitch white bra and white blouse. I didn't expression at him. Instead, I bent over, in figurehead of him, placing my folded blazer and bag on the couch. I turned daily round, catching him staring at my keister. I smiled, at him, again pretending not to notice. He shifted his regard to see me in the oculus, seemingly unfazed at being caught.

I sat on the sofa in social movement of him. I felt a lilliputian awestruck to be in the presence of one of the Albion players.

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

I smiled in reaction."Yes, 18 today

"Happy birthday !"

"Thanks."

His gaze flicked from my boldness, 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 upper berth thigh. I adjusted the hem of my chick, to discover less of my leg.

"So, do you go to the secret plan ?"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 textile of my tights covering my knees."He supports the team fanatically. He has a time of year tag and goes to all the games, even the away matches."

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

"Your boyfriend is a lucky man."whoremaster's eyes flicked between my titty and my thighs, licking his sassing. I should have 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 branch and continued to caress the stuff of my opaque leotards, the spirit of the fabric tingling under the tips of my fingers. Saint John Schneider continued to stare at my thigh, a smirk crossing his face. I let him leer, enjoying his attending and obvious desire for my youthful body.

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

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 meet you, Mr Schneider."I said.

"The pleasance is all mine."He replied, leering at my body one conclusion time.

I ran upstairs, telling myself that I was well-chosen to get away from creepy leering John the Divine Schneider. Although, in reality, I'd pretty often 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 cheek and suddenly iniquity hairsbreadth. My gaze 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 skirt and the fabric of my tights. It excited me that my choice of clothing had aroused a man so practically that he could not study his eyes off me.

I felt my script drift up my thighs, my fingertips and my pubes tingling under the spirit of my tights. I pulled my wench up above my waist and opened my branch. I caressed the front of my blanched cotton wool step-in through my tights. I heard myself sigh as I watched my hand caressing my lower stomach in the mirror. For some reason, it was really turning me on. I imagined what it would be like for creepy bathroom to caress my tights.

My right script drifted down to my crotch where my finger began caressing the bud of my clit through my leotards and panties. I moaned, aroused at the mint, imagining it was creepy John's fingers.

There was a whack 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, happy that she hadn't seemed to detect how perturbed I was.

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

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

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

"Oh, OK."pretence hesitation.

"Can you assume it now ?"

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

I nipped downstairs and out the front door. I didn't bother to put my blazer on since I was only going succeeding door. It looked like I would give to let creepy John sneer at me again tonight. Part of me was weirdly tingling with anticipation. I tried to dismiss the star and walked up creepy Gospel According to John's drive.

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

I rang the bell and creepy John promptly answered.

"Hello, Marie."He smiled and looked me up and down, his optic wandering between my face, tit and annulus 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 moment ?"He said."I could give you an autographed photograph for your boyfriend."

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

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

He opened the room access all-embracing to let me in. I paused for a moment telling himself that I should just go home base. 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 doorway. Creepy John ushered me towards the support room.

"Ladies first."He said.

As I walked into his living elbow room, I could feel creepy-crawly John's eyes fixed on my buttocks through my tight skirt.

"Here, have a ass 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 room. It was very tidy and with nice décor, clearly influenced by a feminine touch.

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

"Is your partner 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 brace of hours."

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

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

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

"But I think we both know why you are really here."Creepy bathroom took the exposure out of my hired man and placed it on the umber mesa in front of us.

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

Creepy John Lackland turned his physical structure towards me and placed his hand 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 bathroom Schneider."He said. His hands returned to my second joint. He sneered down in luxuria 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 chick to reveal my white panties through my tights.

"Phooaar !"Creepy whoremonger'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 lower stomach and pussy through my tights and step-in."You are so be intimate horny."

Creepy John got on his knees and started to snog the strawman of my panties through my tights, while his hands caressed my thighs.

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

I have to admit that this bemused me a bit. I was just wearing regular leotards and my underclothing were just the standard low cotton plant panties that college miss normally wear. To me, there was zero 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 clit through my tights and pantie.

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

But the true statement was, my organic structure didn't want him to quit. My legs had opened up before him, welcoming and encouraging him to kiss and caress the most intimate areas of my body.

I should have felt disgusted and revolted by creepy John's actions. I should give birth resisted him and objected to his forward motion. But I didn't want to. I was actually enjoying the sight of creepy John the Evangelist's digit and lips coppice over the framework of my tights, with that mesmerize facial expression of delight on his face.

"Oh, Mr Schneider, we mustn't."I sighed, gently pushing his face against my clit through my leotards and scanty."Please stop."

To my surprisal, and disappointment, he did terminate. But he wasn't finished with me. He stood up and opened his jeans to reveal his erect peter bulging under his briefs.

He quickly took off his glower clothing and pulled my face towards his cock. It was rock hard and perhaps a short bigger than average.

Before I knew it, I had my hands round the shaft of his cock and was stroking it gently. I thought about Cameron, my fellow and told myself that I really shouldn't do this. But creepy-crawly John had such a hot gymnastic body and I couldn't resist the tone of desire building inside me. I just had to suck that big severely shaft in front of me.

A moment later, I had creepy John's cock in my oral fissure. I sucked, kissed and licked the distance of the ray of light, savouring the gustatory perception of his pre-cum and the sensation of insensibility against my sass and upper berth mouth.

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

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

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

I eagerly took it into my rima oris again, savouring his rigourousness on my lips 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 experience expected such a input to fill me with shame or guilt. 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 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 stick his heavily cock down my throat, after letting him feel me up. Something Cameron would enjoy to do if I let him.

The idea of my boyfriend quietly sitting at home just aroused me even more. I eagerly sucked and tongued creepy lav's rooster, as my fingerbreadth of my left hand gently massaged my clit through my tights and panties.

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

Creepy John tensed and groaned out meretricious. I felt his cum squirt inside my sass, causing me to gag and choke as it went down my throat. Creepy John smirked with satisfaction at my discomfort as his cum and saliva dribbled from my backtalk. I detached myself briefly from creepy John's stopcock, choking and gasping for breathing place. Then, dutifully, I took his still tumid putz in my rima oris 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 expiation. I let him do it, waiting to see what would befall 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 hold back 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 presence door.

"Don't forget this for your boyfriend."Creepy trick 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 team and Mr Schneider wanted to render 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 chick. I thrust my right mitt down the front of my tights and panties, massaging my clit and puss hole with my fingers.

I glanced down at the autographed photo lying on the bed beside me. I gasped with pleasure as I remembered creepy Saint John's turncock in my rima oris, his hands all over my body and the ecstatic aspect on his face as he came in my sassing.

It didn't take long for me to climax. I saw my face contort with raptus in the mirror and heard myself moan out flashy, as my clit spasmed from the out of sight bliss of orgasm. I just hoped that my mum wouldn't weft that very here and now to thrust ahead into my room.

Luckily, she didn't disturb me and I soon lay back on the bed, feeling faint in post-orgasm cloud nine. I picked up the autographed picture that creepy Saint John had given to me. Perhaps I wouldn't return it to my boyfriend after all, at to the lowest degree not powerful away. I had former uses for it .