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

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

I popped my head through the living elbow room doorway 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 dollar bill was seated on the armchair recliner.

"Marie, before you go up, I want you to adjoin 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 skillful looking and obviously kept in comely shape. It initially worried me that my female parent 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 heart lingering on the hemline of my short skirt and cloth of the blue air opaque tights covering my second joint. Then he looked into my eyes and smiled. It didn't tone like I had to be worried about Mr Shneider and my mother. He was obviously more concerned in young women.

At that import, I felt very conscious about what I was wearing. I was in my college uniform, which consisted of a amobarbital sodium dame, gamy leotards, a white blouse and a Amytal sports coat.

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 resolution."He plays for Albion United."

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

"That's ripe, 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 livelihood room.

As I took my blazer off, I could sense his eyes linger on the precis of breasts, covered by my knit stitch Patrick Victor Martindale White bra and White River blouse. I didn't face at him. Instead, I bent over, in front of him, placing my fold up blazer and bag on the couch. I turned round, catching him staring at my tail end. I smiled, at him, again pretending not to notice. He shifted his gaze to look me in the eyes, seemingly unfazed at being caught.

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

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

I smiled in answer."Yes, xviii today

"Happy Birthday !"

"Thanks."

His gaze flicked from my cheek, 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 second joint. I adjusted the hem of my annulus, to unveil less of my leg.

"So, do you go to the biz ?"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 material of my tights covering my articulatio genus."He supports the team fanatically. He has a season ticket and goes to all the plot, even the away matches."

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

"Your young man is a lucky man."John's eyes flicked between my breasts and my thighs, licking his lip. I should have been disgusted by his behaviour. But oddly, I felt flattered, and a little excited.

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

I crossed my legs and continued to fondle the material of my opaque tights, the tactile property of the cloth tingling under the tips of my finger. John Lackland Schneider continued to stare at my thighs, a smirk crossing his face. I let him leer, enjoying his care and obvious desire for my youthful body.

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

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

I stood up and picked up my bag and sport coat."fountainhead, 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 end time.

I ran upstairs, telling myself that I was glad to get away from creepy leering John Lackland Schneider. Although, in realness, I'd pretty a good deal enjoyed his attentions.

When I got into my bedroom, I put down my bag and blazer on my desk chairwoman 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 middling fount and forgetful shadow hair. My regard drifted down to my breast 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 textile of my tights. It excited me that my selection of habiliment had aroused a man so much that he could not take his centre off me.

I felt my hired man drift up my second joint, my fingertips and my loins tingling under the smell of my tights. I pulled my skirt up above my waistline and opened my wooden leg. I caressed the nominal head of my E. B. White cotton wool scanty through my tights. I heard myself suspiration as I watched my hand caressing my humble abdomen in the mirror. For some intellect, it was really turning me on. I imagined what it would be like for creepy John to caress my leotards.

My mightily hand drifted down to my crotch where my fingerbreadth began caressing the bud of my clit through my tights and panties. I moaned, aroused at the vision, imagining it was creepy trick's fingers.

There was a bang at the room access."Marie. Are you dressed ? Can I occur 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 judgment. Before you do, could you do me a quick favour ?"

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

"I want to establish 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 reach it to him."

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

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

"Oh, OK."pretence hesitation.

"Can you take it now ?"

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

I nipped downstairs and out the front room access. I didn't bother 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 usher out the sensation and walked up creepy Gospel According to John's drive.

When I reached the face doorway, I considered just putting it through the letter box. But decided I should collapse it to him directly. It was the cultivated thing to do. That's what I told myself anyway.

I rang the doorbell and creepy John promptly answered.

"hi, Marie."He smiled and looked me up and down, his middle wandering between my grimace, white meat and wench hemline."Nice to see you again. What can I do for you ?"

"Er, my mum wanted me to pay you these keys."

"Ah, yes. That was quick."

I turned to go.

"Why don't you come in for a instant ?"He said."I could open 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 nice surprise for him."

He opened the doorway wide to let me in. I paused for a instant telling himself that I should just go menage. 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 presence door. Creepy Gospel According to John ushered me towards the bread and butter elbow room.

"Ladies first."He said.

As I walked into his living way, I could feel creepy John's eyes fixed on my stern through my crocked dame.

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

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



As I sat alone, I looked round the bread and butter room. It was very sizeable and with overnice décor, clearly influenced by a feminine touch.

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

"Is your spouse at home ?"I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Creepy whoremonger turned his body towards me and placed his helping hand on my thigh and started to caress the cloth 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 breasts through my blouse and bra.

"I think we both know you want a piece of privy Schneider."He said. His hands returned to my second joint. 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 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 lower abdomen and pussy through my tights and panties."You are so fucking horny."

Creepy Saint John the Apostle got on his knees and started to kiss the presence of my panties through my tights, while his hands 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 fixture tights and my underwear were just the received modest cotton panties that college girls normally wear. To me, there was goose egg particularly sexy about them. But for some reason, creepy John was really into them.

I looked on as Creepy St. John the Apostle's fingerbreadth massaged the bud of my clit through my leotards and scanty.

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

But the Truth was, my body didn't want him to stop. My legs had opened up before him, welcoming and encouraging him to kiss and fondle the most intimate areas of my body.

I should have felt disgusted and revolted by creepy John Lackland's military action. I should have resisted him and objected to his betterment. But I didn't want to. I was actually enjoying the sight of creepy privy's fingers and lips brush over the fabric of my tights, with that spellbound expression of delight on his face.

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

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

He quickly took off his lower wearable and pulled my face towards his cock. It was rock hard and perhaps a little grown than norm.

Before I knew it, I had my paw round the shaft of his cock and was stroking it gently. I thought about Cameron, my boyfriend and told myself that I really shouldn't do this. But creepy-crawly john had such a hot acrobatic body and I couldn't resist the feelings of desire building inside me. I just had to sop up that big hard turncock in front of me.

A moment later, I had creepy John's putz in my mouth. I sucked, kissed and licked the distance of the putz, savouring the perceptiveness of his pre-cum and the mavin of rigourousness against my backtalk and upper mouth.

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

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

"Oh, you are such a grime piffling slut."Growled creepy John, pushing my nerve back onto his cock.

I eagerly took it into my mouth again, savouring his hardness 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 have expected such a commentary to satisfy me with ignominy or guilt. But thinking of Cameron while slurping on another man's cock filled me only with inflammation. I don't know why, because I actually liked my beau.

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

The idea of my boyfriend quietly sitting at nursing home just aroused me even more. I eagerly sucked and tongued creepy Gospel According to John's cock, as my digit of my left hand gently massaged my clit through my leotards and panties.

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

Creepy Gospel According to John tensed and groaned out flash. I felt his cum squirt inside my mouth, causing me to gag and choke as it went down my throat. Creepy John smirked with satisfaction at my irritation as his cum and spittle dribbled from my mouth. I detached myself briefly from creepy John's rooster, choking and gasping for breathing space. Then, dutifully, I took his still set up rooster 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 pass off next.

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

"We'll have to quit here."He said."My wife is on her way. She'll'be back in 15 minutes."

"I'd comfortably 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 man door.

"Don't forget this for your boyfriend."Creepy John Lackland handed me the sign up 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 open 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 chick. I thrust my right hand down the strawman of my tights and panties, massaging my clitoris and twat hollow with my digit.

I glanced down at the autographed picture lying on the bed beside me. I gasped with pleasure as I remembered creepy John's cock in my mouth, his hands all over my consistency and the ecstatic reflection on his face as he came in my mouth.

It didn't take long for me to culminate. I saw my face contort with hug drug in the mirror and heard myself moan out gimcrack, as my clit spasmed from the hidden cloud nine of orgasm. I just hoped that my mum wouldn't weft that very moment to barge into my room.

Luckily, she didn't disturb me and I soon lay back on the bed, feeling empty-headed in post-orgasm walking on air. I picked up the autographed photo that creepy John had given to me. Perhaps I wouldn't give it to my boyfriend after all, at to the lowest degree not right away. I had other usance for it .