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

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

I popped my head through the living elbow room threshold 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 recently twenties 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 next door."

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

"It's nice to run into you, Marie."Said the man."Your female parent has told me all about you."

He looked at me up and down, his eyes lingering on the hemline of my short skirt and fabric of the puritanic opaque tights covering my thighs. Then he looked into my optic and smiled. It didn't look like I had to be worried about Mr Shneider and my female parent. He was obviously more occupy in immature women.

At that moment, I felt very conscious about what I was wearing. I was in my college uniform, which consisted of a down in the mouth skirt, blue tights, a white blouse and a dingy sports coat.

I smiled at him and found myself brushing my hair back as he smiled at me. He seemed oddly associate, but I wasn't sure from where I knew him.

"You may acknowledge Mr Schneider."Said my mum, giving me the response."He plays for Albion United."

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

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

trick'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 feel his eyes linger on the abstract of breasts, covered by my champaign white bra and Stanford White blouse. I didn't feeling at him. Instead, I bent over, in movement of him, placing my folded blazer and bag on the sofa. I turned round, catching him staring at my behind. I smiled, at him, again pretending not to observe. He shifted his gaze to count me in the eyes, seemingly unfazed at being caught.

I sat on the couch in nominal head 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 natal day, today."

I smiled in response."Yes, eighteen today

"Happy Birthday !"

"Thanks."

His gaze flicked from my face, 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 second joint. I adjusted the hem of my skirt, to reveal LE of my leg.

"So, do you go to the biz ?"John asked, looking me in the center 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 just the ticket and goes to all the biz, even the away matches."

King John's regard shifted to my hemline again. I looked down to find that my manus had unconsciously again pushed the hem of my bird up my thigh.

"Your fellow is a lucky man."John the Divine's eyes flicked between my breasts and my thighs, licking his sass. I should have been disgusted by his doings. But oddly, I felt flattered, and a niggling excited.

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

I crossed my leg and continued to fondle the fabric of my opaque tights, the feel of the material tingling under the tips of my finger. John Schneider continued to stare at my thighs, a smirk crossing his face. I let him leer, enjoying his attention and obvious desire for my youthful body.

The go was broken when my mum returned with the tea. John swiftly tore his centre away from my legs and I quickly covered my thighs with my bird.

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

I stood up and picked up my bag and blazer."wellspring, I have to go and get changed."I turned to St. John the Apostle."It was nice to fit you, Mr Schneider."I said.

"The joy is all mine."He replied, leering at my body one last time.

I ran upstairs, telling myself that I was well-chosen to get away from creepy leering St. John the Apostle Schneider. Although, in reality, I'd pretty much 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 suspire. I looked at myself in the mirror which was to the side of the bed. I smiled at my somewhat typeface and short iniquity pilus. My gaze drifted down to my knocker 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 leotards. It excited me that my pick of vesture had aroused a man so lots that he could not convey his middle off me.

I felt my hands drift up my thighs, my fingertips and my lumbus tingling under the feel of my tights. I pulled my skirt up above my waist and opened my legs. I caressed the front of my ashen cotton scanty through my tights. I heard myself sigh as I watched my hand caressing my scurvy belly 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 on hired man drifted down to my private parts where my fingers began caressing the bud of my clitoris through my tights and step-in. I moaned, aroused at the sight, imagining it was creepy Saint John's fingers.

There was a knocking at the doorway."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 remark how perturbed I was.

"I want to give Mr Schneider this save 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 give it to him."

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

"Yes, but it's always good to get another in cause she's not available."

"Oh, OK."dissembling reluctance.

"Can you take it now ?"

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

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

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

I rang the doorbell and creepy John promptly answered.

"hullo, Marie."He smiled and looked me up and down, his middle 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 give you these keys."

"Ah, yes. That was quick."

I turned to go.

"Why don't you come in for a here and now ?"He said."I could give you an autograph pic for your boyfriend."

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

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

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

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

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

"Ladies first."He said.

As I walked into his living elbow room, I could find creepy-crawly John's oculus fixed on my buttock through my wet skirt.

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

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



As I sat alone, I looked round the sustenance way. It was very square away and with nice décor, clearly influenced by a womanly touch.

Creepy St. John the Apostle soon came back with his photo and sat right succeeding to me ; his hips pressed against mine.

"Is your cooperator at home ?"I asked.

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

"That's a shame."I said."I would feature liked to adjoin her."

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

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

"But I think we both know why you are really here."Creepy whoremonger took the picture out of my paw and placed it on the coffee mesa in figurehead of us.

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

Creepy john turned his physical structure towards me and placed his mitt 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 spell of St. John the Apostle Schneider."He said. His script 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 dame to unveil my white panty through my tights.

"Phooaar !"Creepy whoremaster'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 turn down abdomen and pussy through my tights and step-in."You are so fucking horny."

Creepy privy got on his knees and started to kiss the front of my pantie through my tights, while his paw caressed my thighs.

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

I have to hold that this bemused me a bit. I was just wearing even leotards and my underwear were just the monetary standard small cotton fiber panty that college girls normally wear. To me, there was nothing 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 panties.

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

But the the true was, my dead body didn't want him to break off. My legs had opened up before him, welcoming and encouraging him to buss and caress the most intimate domain of my body.

I should have felt disgusted and revolted by creepy John's action at law. I should have resisted him and objected to his onward motion. But I didn't want to. I was actually enjoying the sight of creepy John's fingers and lips encounter over the fabric of my tights, with that mesmerize look of pleasure on his face.

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

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

He quickly took off his scurvy clothing and pulled my font towards his cock. It was rock hard and perhaps a little giving than norm.

Before I knew it, I had my deal round the shaft of his putz and was stroking it gently. I thought about Cameron, my boyfriend and told myself that I really shouldn't do this. But creepy-crawly lav had such a hot athletic trunk and I couldn't resist the tactual sensation of desire construction inside me. I just had to suck that big hard shaft in front of me.

A moment later, I had creepy St. John the Apostle's cock in my mouth. I sucked, kissed and licked the length of the lance, savouring the taste of his pre-cum and the sentiency of hardness against my lips and amphetamine mouth.

"Oh, God !"John 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 head against him until I felt myself choke coil. I gasped for air, gummy saliva and pre-cum dribbling onto my chin.

"Oh, you are such a unclean short slut."Growled creepy John, pushing my case back onto his cock.

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

"Oh, yes."Sneered creepy St. John the Apostle."If only your boyfriend could see you now slavering over my cock."

I would have expected such a comment 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 beau.

I could just opine 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 puzzle his hard cock down my throat, after letting him palpate me up. Something Cameron would fuck to do if I let him.

The thought of my young man quietly sitting at rest home just aroused me even more. I eagerly sucked and tongued creepy can's dick, as my fingers of my leftover hand gently massaged my clit through my tights and panties.

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

Creepy John tensed and groaned out cheap. I felt his cum squirt inside my oral cavity, causing me to gag and choke as it went down my throat. Creepy whoremonger smirked with satisfaction at my irritation as his cum and spit dribbled from my mouth. I detached myself briefly from creepy whoremonger's peter, choking and gasping for breathing time. Then, dutifully, I took his still vertical cock in my mouth and sucked it dry.

"Oh, yeah !"He said.

He sat down beside me and fondled my tit and thighs again, leering at me with expiation. I let him do it, waiting to see what would take place next.

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

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

"I'd honest get back anyway."I said, a little disappointed."My mum will marvel where I was."

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

"Don't forget this for your boyfriend."Creepy John 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 move over me a bless 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 stage and hitched up my skirt. I thrust my right hired hand down the front of my tights and panties, massaging my clit and twat mess with my finger's breadth.

I glanced down at the autographed photo lying on the bed beside me. I gasped with delight as I remembered creepy John's cock in my sass, his hands all over my body and the ecstatic verbalism on his human face as he came in my mouth.

It didn't take long for me to climax. I saw my face contort with Adam in the mirror and heard myself moan out garish, as my clit spasmed from the shroud blissfulness of climax. I just hoped that my mum wouldn't pick that very moment to barge into my room.

Luckily, she didn't disturb me and I soon lay back on the bed, feeling light-headed in post-orgasm seventh heaven. I picked up the autographed exposure that creepy John had given to me. Perhaps I wouldn't impart it to my beau after all, at least not right away. I had other function for it .