The chemist and I have alchemy ... by Phyllisroger.

My first serious fellow, got me into enjoying sexual thing. Before him it was talking and more than talk of the town ... he made it existent ... the initiative meter he kissed me his hand went up my skirt ... I pushed him away, of grade, it was what I had to do. A born 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 halt ... his bridge player went to my bare leg and this meter I let him. We were almost home ... nix would happen.

He pulled over and parked and kissed me hard ... pulling me against the direction wheel. I was pinned between the wheel and him ... my back talk in a kiss ... he stuck his clapper inside ... it was a delicious hot affair in my back talk ... tasting of the Pepsi we had at the restaurant ... I had Dr. common pepper ... wondered if the flavors blended ... I sucked on him and his hand was on me again ... I could n't move away being stuck between a rack and his warm trunk 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 cheek, light of breath, and hot in pass. `` I 'm not that kind of little girl, '' I said. `` I want to wait. '' And he drove me dwelling. I went straight to bed but did n't log Z's ... feeling myself, amazed at my physical structure, so slippery ... pushed away my own hired hand, as I had his ... hoping he was n't mad and would palpate 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 slowly in coming. Despite school and an after schoolhouse job, many hours passed before my Friday Nox ... We went to a moving picture and he kissed me good night ... I had wanted more. I wanted him to explore my feelings but he just took me household. It was for someone else to help me : At my after school job : my chief, the chemist ... He was too old for me. I knew that. He was n't handsome or a stud ... no, he was just my hirer. I worked on Saturday and he asked me to aid with inventory that night. I got paid by the time of day and wanted extra time and was delighted to spend Thomas More time at the shop. My boss put out the `` closing '' sign, pulled down the shades and we began the inventory.

Little did he have intercourse, but in my mind I was really sexy. I had a full form even at that age. My boyfriend said I was the sexy female child in class ... and he should lie with being that he looked at girls all the clock time ! I started wearing more aphrodisiacal clothes ... scant skirts, did n't button my blouse all the way up ... ankle socks and sometimes no knickerbockers, like this `` stock-taking '' night. I liked the spirit of secretly being naked underneath ... a kind of cat and mouse matter ... I was the shiner and the cats were the rest of the world not knowing my little secret. Would they catch me ? Up a ladder counting inventory along the chemist 's shelves soon revealed to him my arcanum. My boss 's eye got big, his facial expression got red, he got really prissy as he looked up at me counting the bottles and things ... Helping me up the ravel and down. He was touching outside my dame, against my tail each fourth dimension I climbed to count. His hands felt nice 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 January and there was footling fall. In fact it was dour and mass were home. Both his hands helped me down this time. He took me to the backwards room for more `` inventory '' of particular 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 shiner in sight ! Or was he the daddy computer mouse and I was his little pussy ? I climbed another step and his hand was on my leg. `` I do n't want you to settle, dear, '' he said. He had never called me that before. I looked to the front room access. It was out of sight. He had drawn the drape of the backwards room. His hand was up my leg to my crotch ... massaging me to the top step. Now I was afraid to come down the ladder. It was like I was sitting on his hand. What a hot deal 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 pictures right away. last out right there. '' I heard him fumbling and then saw a flashing of ignitor. I looked down at the film he was holding as the pic came into position ... My legs and chick and ... Oh ... my niggling nates and hairy kitty. He was decently. I was pretty, and sexy, too. `` Let me take another, '' he said. `` This time spread your legs a lilliputian ... '' `` No, '' I said, shaking my head. `` We should n't be doing this. ''

'' Do n't say that you petty jade, '' he said. `` You 're a passably young lady. Up a ladder showing me your naked snatch, '' he said. That word, `` snatch, '' was electric. My bitch was a private thing and I only called it that with one or two girlfriends. My fellow had felt it ... but only once ... and here was this man taking video and talking about it ... Suddenly my knees 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 waist and this older man was feeling my butt and my front and lifting my hairs, stretching my footling pussy ... the skin tightened ... it was all darkness, and quiet and sexy ... these hot strange hands all over my front and back. `` Sit on the president, '' he demanded. So I sat ... '' I 'm taking another picture ... feel yourself. '' I put my custody down to protect my cunt from his prying eyes and his fuck camera ! Why that word came to mind I do n't know ... maybe I felt he would try to fuck me ... but he was a photographer ... a voyeur ... and he took to a greater extent delineation ... finally I was into it and circularize my pussy mouth for the lens, rubbed my snatch lip as directed, until I was all wet and I came for him to see and snap. It was a sexy vista ... just a petty fingering and I was hot and finished ... the photo showed me puffy and wet ...

Then he went to his knees ... to get a better look, 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 spike were hot, too, as I held him into me ... would n't let go him as he kept at me ... it was a resplendent, beautiful thing he did to my body ... '' I 've made you a fair sex, tonight, '' he whispered as I came on him and he licked me clean ... I wanted him to do it again. It was the best matter in my life that night at the pharmacist. shop.

Later he showed me the photographs when we took `` inventory '' again and I could n't help getting hot, and getting licked, and having that `` coming '' State Department of brain. I wanted my beau to do it to me and was desperate how to get him to do it. My Bos kept `` our '' photos in a box under his desk in the plump for elbow room ... I took out a few and hid them under my blouse on the way out one Nox ... he would n't lack them ... and I showed them to my boyfriend. He was shocked and I realized I had made a serious mistake ... up to that point. He was shocked but also fascinated. He could n't believe I 'd do that and let an old man take pictures up my wench ... [ I did n't bear witness him the really adept ones ! ] ... I could see he was excited by looking at me in photos ... that happens to boys, you know. I did n't differentiate him everything the chemist had done ... I still had some mystery. I was shy and wanted my boyfriend to lick my cunt.

'' I want to see you for real, '' he said ... '' No, '' I said ... '' Why not ? '' he said. `` Because I 'm not that sort 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 hirsute cunt. '' There was that Logos again. My private intelligence ... when he said it, and I knew he loved me, it made me hot all over ... then he pushed me back on the car seat. 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 ... '' osculate me, '' I said and he did ... '' Not there, '' I said. He took the hint and went under my wench like it was zip, like it was the cancel 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 fingers on his ears urging his typeface into me ... '' Ooh, Ahh, '' I gasped for breath. He was better than the chemist. He had a skinny piddling 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 penchant of myself ... his lips were all wet with me and we were slobbering on each other when he poked at my twat ... his helping hand were at me with a strong prick with what he held in his hands ... then he was around my waistline and pushing in me. There was n't room on the bottom and I was half on ... one-half off ... he lifted me at my waist and darted into my cunt ... he was abrupt and cutting and hurting and then was inside me. My cunt adjusted, he paused, waiting ... I opened my optic 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 hands were around him, feeling his can and his balls were hitting my hind end ...

It was funny, I did n't feel much except clash. Was this all there was ? ..then the churning and poking and our wet torso, there, and the drab night came alive and it was all sex and tool and pussy and feelings rose and fell in me ... his back talk at mine, no Pepsi flavors, just a swirling spit and a plunging peter and I came to a dream where my intellect was somewhere else, my breath was gone, my human body melting and the pounding and I relaxed to the hammering ... it was a swirl and I had goosebumps and thrill and my legs held him. My dead body and someone, boiling up. I came on him, churning, came on him more, his mind hot on my chest as he fucked into me, again, and hit me hard ... I came on his thick cock, thinking scenery of the chemist at my waistline ... except this was Thomas More and more like another place ... then he slowed and rested on me ... waist to waist ... snatch hair to cock hair. pop shiner had found his pussy.

Finally, I caught my intimation, we straightened our clothes, I was taking my motion-picture show back to the Boss 's desk ... hoping he would take more ... I was sure he would .