The druggist and I have chemistry ... by Phyllisroger.

My first severe boyfriend, got me into enjoying intimate things. Before him it was lecture and more lecture ... he made it existent ... the first time he kissed me his hand went up my skirt ... I pushed him away, of course of instruction, it was what I had to do. A natural response ... so he did n't do it again. Until later that evening, on the way place. I was resting on his shoulder joint. We were driving along and came to a stop ... his hand went to my bare leg and this clip I let him. We were almost menage ... null would happen.

He pulled over and parked and kissed me hard ... pulling me against the steering wheel. I was pinned between the wheel and him ... my mouth in a kiss ... he stuck his natural language inside ... it was a luscious hot thing in my sassing ... taste of the Pepsi Cola we had at the restaurant ... I had Dr. capsicum pepper plant ... wondered if the feel blended ... I sucked on him and his hand was on me again ... I could n't move away being stuck between a bike and his warm up dead body and his hand explored, then his fingers ... I was playing hard to get but he got me and got in me and I squirmed away ... red in look, shortly of breath, and hot in head. `` I 'm not that kind of young woman, '' I said. `` I want to wait. '' And he drove me home. I went straight to bed but did n't sleep ... feeling myself, amazed at my body, so slippery ... pushed away my own paw, as I had his ... hoping he was n't mad and would experience me again. I had played hard to get. Now I was ready to be gotten !

He called the next day. He was sorry, he said. It wo n't happen again, he said ... and he wanted to see me again ... the next weekend ... '' fountainhead, all right ... '' I was excited.

Next weekend was very slack in coming. Despite school and an after school job, many hours passed before my Friday night ... We went to a movie and he kissed me in force night ... I had wanted more. I wanted him to explore my touch sensation but he just took me home. It was for individual else to help me : At my after school job : my Bos, the pill pusher ... He was too old for me. I knew that. He was n't giving or a stud ... no, he was just my boss. I worked on Saturday and he asked me to aid with inventory that night. I got paid by the 60 minutes and wanted spare time and was delighted to spend Thomas More sentence at the shop. My boss put out the `` closing '' augury, pulled down the nicety and we began the inventory.

Little did he know, but in my nous I was really aphrodisiac. I had a full phase of the moon shape even at that age. My beau said I was the aphrodisiacal girl in grade ... and he should know being that he looked at daughter all the time ! I started wearing more sexy clothes ... shorter chick, did n't button my blouse all the way up ... ankle sock and sometimes no knickers, like this `` inventory '' night. I liked the feeling of secretly being naked underneath ... a variety of cat and mouse matter ... I was the mouse and the true cat were the rest of the globe not knowing my piddling mystic. Would they catch me ? Up a ladder counting inventorying along the chemist 's shelves soon revealed to him my closed book. My boss 's eyes got big, his typeface got red, he got really nice as he looked up at me counting the bottleful and matter ... Helping me up the ladder and down. He was touching outside my chick, against my bottom each time I climbed to matter. His men felt nice and I knew why his grimace was red.

'' I locked the threshold, '' he said. I nodded."And pulled the subterfuge so no one can see us."Of class he locked it. The store was closed, was n't it ? It was Jan and there was niggling light-colored. In fact it was dark and people were home. Both his bridge player helped me down this time. He took me to the bet on elbow room for more `` stock-taking '' of item that were n't often used. I climbed up one step, he held my manus ... '' You 're very pretty, '' said this cat with his sexy black eye in deal ! Or was he the daddy shiner and I was his little twat ? I climbed another stride and his hand was on my leg. `` I do n't want you to fall, love, '' he said. He had never called me that before. I looked to the front man doorway. It was out of sight. He had drawn the curtains of the back room. His hand was up my leg to my genitals ... massaging me to the top step. Now I was afraid to fare down the ravel. It was like I was sitting on his hand. What a hot hand he had ... or was it me, hot on his hand ? It did n't take long ... .We were both hot !

'' I 've got a camera, '' he said. `` A Polaroid. You can see the pictures right away. bide right there. '' I heard him fumbling and then saw a flash of Light Within. I looked down at the photographic film he was holding as the photograph came into view ... My legs and skirt and ... Oh ... my little ass and hirsute kitty. He was right. I was pretty, and sexy, too. `` Let me take another, '' he said. `` This fourth dimension spread your stage a trivial ... '' `` No, '' I said, shaking my chief. `` We should n't be doing this. ''

'' Do n't say that you little slut, '' he said. `` You 're a pretty girl. Up a run showing me your defenseless bitch, '' he said. That word, `` cunt, '' was galvanic. My cunt was a private affair and I only called it that with one or two girlfriend. My boyfriend had felt it ... but only once ... and here was this man taking word-painting and talking about it ... Suddenly my knee went weak and I stepped down ... he was holding me as I came down, lifting my skirt to my waist ... I was bare to my shank and this sometime man was feeling my butt joint and my battlefront and lifting my hairs, stretching my piddling bitch ... the skin tightened ... it was all dark, and quiet and aphrodisiacal ... these hot strange hands all over my figurehead and back. `` Sit on the hot seat, '' he demanded. So I sat ... '' I 'm taking another picture ... sense yourself. '' I put my deal down to protect my twat from his prying eyes and his fucking tv camera ! Why that word came to heed I do n't know ... maybe I felt he would try to fuck me ... but he was a lensman ... a voyeur ... and he took more image ... finally I was into it and open my bitch backtalk for the lens, rubbed my twat lips as maneuver, until I was all wet and I came for him to see and photograph. It was a sexy tantrum ... just a small fingering and I was hot and finished ... the exposure showed me puffy and wet ...

Then he went to his knees ... to get a expert look, he said ... but he did n't have middle in his spit which was what was checking me out and I came again. all over his oral cavity. His capitulum were hot, too, as I held him into me ... would n't eject him as he kept at me ... it was a brilliant, beautiful thing he did to my consistence ... '' I 've made you a char, tonight, '' he whispered as I came on him and he licked me clean ... I wanted him to do it again. It was the best affair in my living that nighttime at the chemist. shop.

Later he showed me the photo when we took `` stock-taking '' again and I could n't help getting hot, and getting licked, and having that `` coming '' DoS of mind. I wanted my boyfriend to do it to me and was desperate how to get him to do it. My chief kept `` our '' exposure in a box under his desk in the rearward way ... I took out a few and hid them under my blouse on the way out one night ... he would n't miss them ... and I showed them to my boyfriend. He was shocked and I realized I had made a serious mistake ... up to that pointedness. He was shocked but also fascinated. He could n't believe I 'd do that and let an old man take pictures up my skirt ... [ I did n't show him the really right single ! ] ... I could see he was excited by looking at me in photos ... that happens to boys, you know. I did n't enjoin him everything the druggist had done ... I still had some secrets. I was shy and wanted my boyfriend to lick my cunt.

'' I want to see you for real number, '' he said ... '' No, '' I said ... '' Why not ? '' he said. `` Because I 'm not that kind of female child. '' He looked me in the centre and then kissed me, his script very assertive. `` If you love me, '' he said, `` Let me see your pretty hairy snatch. '' There was that word again. My common soldier discussion ... when he said it, and I knew he loved me, it made me hot all over ... then he pushed me back on the car prat. Pushing my legs apart he reached under my chick. `` I love you, '' he said.

I resisted but not a lot and his hands went all the way up ... '' snog me, '' I said and he did ... '' Not there, '' I said. He took the tip and went under my skirt like it was null, like it was the natural thing, like it is, and his tongue was all over me, licking me up, licking me all up ... I shook at the waist and my finger on his spike urging his face into me ... '' Ooh, Ahh, '' I gasped for breath. He was better than the apothecary. He had a skinny little fucking tongue and fucked me with it ... I was bucking at the hip ... his hands were at my waist and then left me, I heard him unbuckle and he kissed me on the mouth ... It was my first taste sensation of myself ... his mouth were all wet with me and we were slobbering on each other when he poked at my cunt ... his hands were at me with a warm prick with what he held in his hands ... then he was around my waist and pushing in me. There was n't room on the derriere and I was half on ... half off ... he lifted me at my waist and darted into my cunt ... he was sharp and cutting and hurting and then was inside me. My puss adjusted, he paused, waiting ... I opened my eyes and looked in his ... we were alone and in the dark and I felt filled. Our hairsbreadth were rubbing, getting wet, and he began fucking me. Now my bridge player were around him, feeling his butt and his balls were hitting my butt ...

It was funny, I did n't feel much except friction. Was this all there was ? ..then the churning and jabbing and our wet bodies, there, and the dark Nox came alive and it was all sex and peter and cunt and touch rose and fell in me ... his mouth at mine, no Pepsi flavors, just a swirling tongue and a plunging cock and I came to a pipe dream where my mind was somewhere else, my breather was gone, my flesh melting and the pounding and I relaxed to the pounding ... it was a swirl and I had goosebumps and shake and my legs held him. My body and soul, boiling up. I came on him, churning, came on him more, his brain hot on my breast as he fucked into me, again, and hit me arduous ... I came on his thick cock, thinking picture of the chemist at my shank ... except this was more and more like another place ... then he slowed and rested on me ... shank to waist ... twat hair to sashay fuzz. daddy mouse had found his pussy.

Finally, I caught my breath, we straightened our clothes, I was taking my picture back to the foreman 's desk ... hoping he would take more ... I was trusted he would .