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

My first grave boyfriend, got me into enjoying sexual things. Before him it was talk and more talk ... he made it literal ... 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 reaction ... so he did n't do it again. Until later that evening, on the way home. I was resting on his shoulder. We were driving along and came to a occlusion ... his hand went to my bare leg and this prison term I let him. We were almost nursing home ... nothing would happen.

He pulled over and parked and kissed me strong ... pulling me against the guidance wheel. I was pinned between the wheel and him ... my oral cavity in a candy kiss ... he stuck his tongue inside ... it was a luscious hot matter in my mouth ... taste of the Pepsi we had at the restaurant ... I had Dr. Pepper ... wondered if the tone blended ... I sucked on him and his helping hand was on me again ... I could n't incite away being stuck between a wheel and his warmly dead body and his bridge player explored, then his finger's breadth ... I was playing hard to get but he got me and got in me and I squirmed away ... red in side, short of breath, and hot in read/write head. `` I 'm not that kind of girl, '' I said. `` I want to expect. '' 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 hand, as I had his ... hoping he was n't mad and would feel me again. I had played hard to get. Now I was set to be gotten !

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

Next weekend was very slow in coming. Despite school day and an after schoolhouse job, many hours passed before my Friday night ... We went to a motion picture and he kissed me good Night ... I had wanted more. I wanted him to explore my feelings but he just took me nursing home. It was for someone else to serve me : At my after school job : my boss, the chemist ... He was too old for me. I knew that. He was n't handsome or a stud ... no, he was just my boss. I worked on Saturday and he asked me to help with inventory that night. I got paid by the 60 minutes and wanted extra clip and was delighted to spend more time at the shop. My boss put out the `` windup '' signboard, pulled down the shades and we began the inventory.

Little did he have a go at it, but in my thinker I was really sexy. I had a full bod even at that age. My swain said I was the aphrodisiac fille in class ... and he should know being that he looked at girls all the fourth dimension ! I started wearing more sexy clothes ... myopic annulus, did n't button my blouse all the way up ... ankle socks and sometimes no knickers, like this `` inventory '' night. I liked the look of secretly being naked underneath ... a sort of cat and mouse thing ... I was the black eye and the cats were the rest of the human beings not knowing my slight secret. Would they arrest me ? Up a ladder counting inventory along the chemist 's ledge soon revealed to him my secret. My boss 's oculus got big, his side got red, he got really nice as he looked up at me counting the nursing bottle and things ... Helping me up the ladder and down. He was touching out-of-door my skirt, against my stern each clock time I climbed to count. His hands felt decent and I knew why his font was red.

'' I locked the door, '' he said. I nodded."And pulled the blinds so no one can see us."Of course he locked it. The store was closed, was n't it ? It was Jan and there was fiddling light. In fact it was shadow and people were home. Both his bridge player helped me down this time. He took me to the back way for more `` stocktaking '' of items that were n't often used. I climbed up one step, he held my hand ... '' You 're very pretty, '' said this cat with his sexy mouse in sight ! Or was he the pa mouse and I was his petty pussy ? I climbed another measure and his hired man was on my leg. `` I do n't require you to descend, honey, '' he said. He had never called me that before. I looked to the front door. It was out of peck. He had drawn the curtains of the back room. His handwriting was up my leg to my genital organ ... massaging me to the top tone. Now I was afraid to total down the ladder. 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 tenacious ... .We were both hot !

'' I 've got a camera, '' he said. `` A Polaroid. You can see the word picture right away. detain right there. '' I heard him fumbling and then saw a blink of an eye of brightness level. I looked down at the film he was holding as the exposure came into panorama ... My legs and skirt and ... Oh ... my piffling seat and hairy pussy. He was decent. I was pretty, and sexy, too. `` Let me shoot another, '' he said. `` This time spread your legs a little ... '' `` No, '' I said, shaking my head. `` We should n't be doing this. ''

'' Do n't say that you little slut, '' he said. `` You 're a middling girl. Up a ladder showing me your au naturel cunt, '' he said. That tidings, `` cunt, '' was electric. My cunt was a private thing and I only called it that with one or two girlfriends. My swain had felt it ... but only once ... and here was this man taking pictures and talking about it ... Suddenly my knees went weak and I stepped down ... he was holding me as I came down, lifting my dame to my waist ... I was bare to my waist and this older man was feeling my butt and my front and lifting my hairs, stretching my picayune cunt ... the cutis tightened ... it was all dark, and quieten and sexy ... these hot strange work force all over my front and back. `` Sit on the chair, '' he demanded. So I sat ... '' I 'm taking another pic ... experience yourself. '' I put my hired man down to protect my cunt from his prying eyes and his screwing camera ! Why that word came to bear in mind I do n't know ... maybe I felt he would try to know me ... but he was a photographer ... a voyeur ... and he took to a greater extent picture ... finally I was into it and propagate my cunt lips for the lens, rubbed my slit rim as steer, until I was all wet and I came for him to see and photograph. It was a sexy scene ... just a trivial fingering and I was hot and finished ... the photo showed me puffy and wet ...

Then he went to his knees ... to get a better flavor, he said ... but he did n't have eyes in his tongue which was what was checking me out and I came again. all over his rima oris. His ears were hot, too, as I held him into me ... would n't release him as he kept at me ... it was a glorious, beautiful matter he did to my body ... '' I 've made you a woman, tonight, '' he whispered as I came on him and he licked me clean ... I wanted him to do it again. It was the skilful thing in my living that night at the chemist. shop.

Later he showed me the photographs when we took `` inventory '' again and I could n't facilitate 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 boss kept `` our '' photo in a box under his desk in the back room ... I took out a few and hid them under my blouse on the way out one nighttime ... he would n't miss them ... and I showed them to my swain. He was shocked and I realized I had made a sober fault ... up to that detail. He was shocked but also fascinated. He could n't believe I 'd do that and let an old man payoff pictures up my doll ... [ I did n't bear witness him the really right I ! ] ... I could see he was excited by looking at me in photos ... that happens to boys, you know. I did n't say him everything the chemist had done ... I still had some secrets. I was shy and wanted my fellow to work my cunt.

'' I want to see you for veridical, '' he said ... '' No, '' I said ... '' Why not ? '' he said. `` Because I 'm not that kind of girl. '' He looked me in the eyes and then kissed me, his hand very assertive. `` If you love me, '' he said, `` Let me see your pretty hairy twat. '' There was that word again. My buck private password ... when he said it, and I knew he loved me, it made me hot all over ... then he pushed me back on the car posterior. Pushing my ramification apart he reached under my bird. `` I love you, '' he said.

I resisted but not a lot and his hands went all the way up ... '' Kiss me, '' I said and he did ... '' Not there, '' I said. He took the pinch and went under my annulus like it was nothing, like it was the natural affair, like it is, and his lingua was all over me, licking me up, licking me all up ... I shook at the waistline and my fingers on his ear urging his face into me ... '' Ooh, Ahh, '' I gasped for breath. He was better than the chemist. 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 sassing ... It was my first taste of myself ... his lips were all wet with me and we were slobbering on each other when he poked at my snatch ... his deal were at me with a warm pricking with what he held in his hands ... then he was around my waist and pushing in me. There was n't room on the keister and I was one-half on ... half off ... he lifted me at my waist and darted into my twat ... he was sharp and cutting and hurting and then was inside me. My cunt adjusted, he paused, waiting ... I opened my eyes and looked in his ... we were alone and in the dark and I felt filled. Our hair's-breadth were rubbing, getting wet, and he began fucking me. Now my deal were around him, feeling his butt and his balls were hitting my butt ...

It was funny, I did n't palpate much except friction. Was this all there was ? ..then the churning and poking and our wet bodies, there, and the dark night came live and it was all sex and pecker and cunt and feelings rose and fell in me ... his mouth at mine, no Pepsi sapidity, just a swirling tongue and a plunging putz and I came to a dreaming where my mind was somewhere else, my intimation was gone, my flesh melting and the buffeting and I relaxed to the pounding ... it was a convolution and I had goosebump and thrill and my stage held him. My body and someone, boiling up. I came on him, churning, came on him more, his mind hot on my thorax as he fucked into me, again, and hit me heavy ... I came on his thick cock, thinking scenes of the chemist at my shank ... except this was More and more like another home ... then he slowed and rested on me ... waist to waist ... bitch pilus to cock whisker. pappa mouse had found his pussy.

Finally, I caught my breathing spell, we straightened our dress, I was taking my pictures back to the Boss 's desk ... hoping he would take more ... I was sure as shooting he would .