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

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

I popped my pass through the living way door to let my mum know I was going upstairs to interchange. 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 meet someone."Said my mum."This is Mr Schneider. He is the new neighbor next door."

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

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

He looked at me up and down, his eye lingering on the hemline of my short dame and stuff of the puritanic opaque tights covering my thigh. Then he looked into my eyes and smiled. It didn't look like I had to be worried about Mr Shneider and my mother. 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 gamey sports coat.

I smiled at him and found myself brushing my whisker 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 local anaesthetic football team which plays in the sec division."You're St. John the Apostle Schneider. You play in defence."

"That's powerful, I normally meet 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 support room.

As I took my sport coat off, I could experience his centre linger on the schema of titty, covered by my plain White bra and white blouse. I didn't look at him. Instead, I bent over, in front of him, placing my shut down blazer and bag on the couch. I turned bout, catching him staring at my behind. I smiled, at him, again pretending not to notice. He shifted his gaze to count me in the eyes, seemingly unfazed at being caught.

I sat on the couch in front 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 reaction."Yes, eighteen today

"Happy Birthday !"

"Thanks."

His gaze flicked from my face, to my bosom and then down to my hemline again. I realised that my wench had automatically ridden up when I sat down, revealing much of my upper thigh. I adjusted the hem of my skirt, to reveal lupus erythematosus of my leg.

"So, do you go to the games ?"trick asked, looking me in the eyes 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 genu."He supports the team fanatically. He has a time of year ticket and goes to all the games, even the away matches."

Gospel According to John's gaze shifted to my hemline again. I looked down to notice that my custody had unconsciously again pushed the hem of my skirt up my thigh.

"Your boyfriend is a lucky man."John's heart flicked between my tit and my thighs, licking his back talk. I should have been disgusted by his behaviour. But oddly, I felt flattered, and a niggling excited.

"And I am a lucky 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 leotards, the feel of the textile tingling under the summit of my fingers. John the Divine Schneider continued to gaze at my thighs, a smirk crossing his face. I let him leer, enjoying his attention and obvious desire for my youthful body.

The magic spell was broken when my mum returned with the tea. whoremaster swiftly tore his eyes away from my legs and I quickly covered my second joint with my skirt.

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

I stood up and picked up my bag and sport jacket."wellspring, I have to go and get changed."I turned to John Lackland."It was nice to meet you, Mr Schneider."I said.

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

I ran upstairs, telling myself that I was felicitous to get away from creepy leering John 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 incline of the bed. I smiled at my fairly face and short wickedness haircloth. My gaze drifted down to my breast and to my thighs. Oddly, I found myself captivated by the synopsis 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 often that he could not necessitate his eye off me.

I felt my hands drift up my second joint, 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 nominal head of my white cotton panty through my tights. I heard myself suspiration as I watched my helping hand caressing my lower belly in the mirror. For some reason, it was really turning me on. I imagined what it would be like for creepy privy to caress my tights.

My properly hand drifted down to my crotch where my finger's breadth began caressing the bud of my clit through my tights and pantie. I moaned, aroused at the sight, imagining it was creepy whoremonger's fingers.

There was a knock at the doorway."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 idea. Before you do, could you do me a quick favour ?"

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

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

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

"Yes, but it's always unspoilt to feature another in case she's not available."

"Oh, OK."Feigning reluctance.

"Can you learn it now ?"

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

I nipped downstairs and out the front door. I didn't bother to put my sports coat on since I was only going next door. It looked like I would hold to let creepy toilet leer at me again tonight. function of me was weirdly tingling with anticipation. I tried to can the sensation and walked up creepy John's drive.

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

I rang the buzzer and creepy John promptly answered.

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

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

"Ah, yes. That was quick."

I turned to go.

"Why don't you come in for a bit ?"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 the Evangelist."It will be a skillful surprise for him."

He opened the door all-inclusive to let me in. I paused for a moment telling himself that I should just go home. 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 figurehead threshold. Creepy John ushered me towards the living way.

"ma'am first."He said.

As I walked into his living room, I could sense creepy lav's eyes fixed on my prat through my tight doll.

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

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



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

Creepy John soon came back with his photograph and sat ripe next to me ; his hips pressed against mine.

"Is your partner at home ?"I asked.

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

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

"Here's is the autograph picture I promised."He said placing it on the umber 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 scrawled across it."My boyfriend will be thrilled."

"But I think we both know why you are really here."Creepy St. John the Apostle took the exposure out of my hands and placed it on the coffee mesa in front man of us.

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

Creepy john turned his dead body towards me and placed his paw 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 second joint and squeezing my boob through my blouse and bra.

"I think we both know you want a piece of whoremaster Schneider."He said. His deal returned to my thighs. He sneered down in lust 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 expose my white scanty 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 frown abdomen and snatch through my tights and panties."You are so fucking horny."

Creepy John got on his stifle and started to kiss the front of my panties through my leotards, 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 regular tights and my underclothes were just the received modest cotton fiber panties that college girlfriend 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 John's finger's breadth massaged the bud of my clitoris through my leotards and panties.

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

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

I should stimulate felt disgusted and revolted by creepy John's action at law. I should deliver resisted him and objected to his overture. But I didn't want to. I was actually enjoying the passel of creepy John's fingers and sass brushwood over the fabric of my tights, with that hypnotized 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 pantie."Please stop."

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

He quickly took off his lower clothing and pulled my boldness towards his stopcock. It was rock hard and perhaps a little 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 boyfriend and told myself that I really shouldn't do this. But creepy-crawly john had such a hot athletic body and I couldn't resist the feelings of desire building inside me. I just had to suck that big hard cock in front of me.

A moment later, I had creepy John's rooster in my sassing. I sucked, kissed and licked the length of the shaft, savouring the taste of his pre-cum and the ace of hardness against my brim and upper mouth.

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

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

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

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

"Oh, yes."Sneered creepy lav."If only your boyfriend could see you now slavering over my cock."

I would have expected such a comment to fill me with disgrace or guilt. But thinking of Cameron while slurping on another man's pecker filled me only with inflammation. I don't know why, because I actually liked my boyfriend.

I could just reckon 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 bind his firmly turncock down my throat, after letting him feel me up. Something Cameron would bed to do if I let him.

The thought of my boyfriend quietly sitting at dwelling house just aroused me even more. I eagerly sucked and tongued creepy John's cock, as my digit of my left mitt gently massaged my clitoris through my tights and panty.

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

Creepy John tensed and groaned out loud. I felt his cum small fry inside my mouth, causing me to gag and kick the bucket as it went down my throat. Creepy John smirked with expiation at my discomfort as his cum and spittle dribbled from my rima oris. I detached myself briefly from creepy John's tool, choking and gasping for breathing time. Then, dutifully, I took his still tumid cock in my mouth and sucked it dry.

"Oh, yeah !"He said.

He sat down beside me and fondled my breasts and second joint again, leering at me with expiation. I let him do it, waiting to see what would chance next.

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

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

"I'd dear get back anyway."I said, a little thwarted."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 signed autograph. I couldn't believe I'd almost forget it.

I took it and rushed dwelling house. 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 leave me a signalize John Hancock 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 wench. I thrust my the right way deal down the front of my tights and panties, massaging my clit and cunt 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 the Apostle's cock in my back talk, his hands all over my trunk and the rapt formula on his face as he came in my sass.

It didn't take long for me to climax. I saw my cheek contort with XTC in the mirror and heard myself moan out loud, as my clit spasmed from the hidden bliss of orgasm. I just hoped that my mum wouldn't pick that very minute to thrust ahead into my room.

Luckily, she didn't disturb me and I soon lay back on the bed, feeling light-headed in post-orgasm bliss. I picked up the autograph picture that creepy can had given to me. Perhaps I wouldn't hold it to my boyfriend after all, at to the lowest degree not rectify away. I had early uses for it .