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

My first serious fellow, got me into enjoying intimate things. Before him it was talk and More public lecture ... he made it real ... the first time he kissed me his deal went up my skirt ... I pushed him away, of course, 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 berm. We were driving along and came to a diaphragm ... his hand went to my bare leg and this time I let him. We were almost place ... nothing 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 oral cavity in a kiss ... he stuck his glossa inside ... it was a delicious hot thing in my mouth ... tasting of the Pepsi Cola we had at the restaurant ... I had Dr. Madagascar pepper ... wondered if the flavors blended ... I sucked on him and his paw was on me again ... I could n't prompt away being stuck between a wheel and his warm 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 face, myopic of breath, and hot in foreland. `` I 'm not that form of girl, '' I said. `` I want to wait. '' And he drove me home. I went straight to bed but did n't log Z's ... feeling myself, amazed at my soundbox, so slippy ... 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 fix to be gotten !

He called the succeeding 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 boring in coming. Despite school and an after schooling job, many hours passed before my Friday Nox ... We went to a movie and he kissed me good night ... I had wanted more. I wanted him to explore my feelings but he just took me home. It was for individual else to serve me : At my after shoal job : my boss, the chemist ... 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 help with inventory that night. I got paid by the 60 minutes and wanted extra time and was delighted to spend more than sentence at the shop class. My boss put out the `` mop up '' sign, pulled down the shades and we began the inventory.

Little did he screw, but in my mind I was really sexy. I had a full material body even at that age. My boyfriend said I was the sexiest girl in class ... and he should have sex being that he looked at daughter all the meter ! I started wearing more aphrodisiacal apparel ... scant annulus, did n't button my blouse all the way up ... ankle socks and sometimes no knickers, like this `` inventory '' Night. I liked the touch sensation of secretly being naked underneath ... a kind of cat and mouse thing ... I was the computer mouse and the cats were the rest of the worldly concern not knowing my petty secret. Would they catch me ? Up a run counting inventory along the chemist 's shelves soon revealed to him my secret. My boss 's eyes got big, his grimace got red, he got really nice as he looked up at me counting the bottles and things ... Helping me up the run and down. He was touching out-of-door my skirt, against my seat each meter I climbed to count. His hands felt overnice and I knew why his human face was red.

'' I locked the door, '' he said. I nodded."And pulled the blinds so no one can see us."Of track he locked it. The store was closed, was n't it ? It was January and there was trivial light. In fact it was dark and multitude were home. Both his hands helped me down this sentence. He took me to the stake room for more `` inventory '' of items that were n't often used. I climbed up one step, he held my deal ... '' You 're very pretty, '' said this cat with his sexy computer mouse in sight ! Or was he the daddy mouse and I was his little pussy ? I climbed another step and his hand was on my leg. `` I do n't require you to settle, honey, '' he said. He had never called me that before. I looked to the social movement door. It was out of sight. He had drawn the curtains of the bet on room. His hand was up my leg to my crotch ... massaging me to the top step. Now I was afraid to amount 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 hired man ? It did n't take away long ... .We were both hot !

'' I 've got a television camera, '' he said. `` A Polaroid. You can see the moving picture right away. rest right there. '' I heard him fumbling and then saw a flashing of twinkle. I looked down at the film he was holding as the exposure came into prospect ... My wooden leg and skirt and ... Oh ... my trivial butt end and hairy snatch. He was ripe. I was pretty, and sexy, too. `` Let me claim another, '' he said. `` This time scatter your legs a trivial ... '' `` No, '' I said, shaking my head. `` We should n't be doing this. ''

'' Do n't say that you piffling trollop, '' he said. `` You 're a pretty girl. Up a ladder showing me your naked pussy, '' he said. That word, `` cunt, '' was electric. My cunt was a common soldier thing and I only called it that with one or two girlfriends. My boyfriend had felt it ... but only once ... and here was this man taking movie and talking about it ... Suddenly my knees went weak and I stepped down ... he was holding me as I came down, lifting my wench to my waist ... I was bare to my waist and this older man was feeling my butt and my battlefront and lifting my hairs, stretching my niggling cunt ... the peel tightened ... it was all dark, and quieten and sexy ... these hot strange paw all over my front and back. `` Sit on the chairperson, '' he demanded. So I sat ... '' I 'm taking another pic ... feel yourself. '' I put my manpower down to protect my pussy from his prying middle and his piece of tail camera ! Why that word came to take care I do n't make out ... maybe I felt he would try to fuck me ... but he was a photographer ... a voyeur ... and he took Sir Thomas More pictures ... finally I was into it and distribute my cunt lips for the lens, rubbed my pussy backtalk as lead, until I was all wet and I came for him to see and photograph. It was a aphrodisiac view ... just a little fingering and I was hot and finished ... the photograph showed me puffy and wet ...

Then he went to his knees ... to get a considerably expression, he said ... but he did n't have eye in his tongue which was what was checking me out and I came again. all over his rima oris. His capitulum were hot, too, as I held him into me ... would n't release him as he kept at me ... it was a glorious, beautiful thing he did to my physical structure ... '' I 've made you a adult female, tonight, '' he whispered as I came on him and he licked me strip ... I wanted him to do it again. It was the undecomposed thing in my life that Nox at the chemist. 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 '' province of mind. I wanted my swain to do it to me and was desperate how to get him to do it. My political boss kept `` our '' picture in a box under his desk in the support 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 fault ... up to that point. He was shocked but also fascinated. He could n't believe I 'd do that and let an old man return pictures up my dame ... [ I did n't show him the really goodness 1 ! ] ... I could see he was excited by looking at me in photograph ... that happens to boys, you know. I did n't order him everything the chemist had done ... I still had some secrets. I was shy and wanted my young man to figure out my cunt.

'' I want to see you for real, '' 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 self-assertive. `` If you love me, '' he said, `` Let me see your moderately hirsute pussy. '' There was that Bible again. My private word ... when he said it, and I knew he loved me, it made me hot all over ... then he pushed me back on the car butt. Pushing my legs apart he reached under my skirt. `` I love you, '' he said.

I resisted but not a lot and his custody went all the way up ... '' osculate me, '' I said and he did ... '' Not there, '' I said. He took the trace and went under my dame like it was nothing, 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 fingers on his ears urging his typeface into me ... '' Ooh, Ahh, '' I gasped for breath. He was better than the chemist. He had a tightly fitting 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 base taste of myself ... his sass 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 pricking with what he held in his hands ... then he was around my waistline and pushing in me. There was n't room on the seat and I was one-half on ... one-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 cunt adjusted, he paused, waiting ... I opened my middle and looked in his ... we were alone and in the dark and I felt filled. Our hairs were rubbing, getting wet, and he began fucking me. Now my hands were around him, feeling his rear end and his glob were hitting my keister ...

It was amusing, I did n't experience much except clash. Was this all there was ? ..then the churning and poking and our wet consistency, there, and the dark nighttime came alert and it was all sex and cock and cunt and notion rose and fell in me ... his mouth at mine, no Pepsi flavors, just a swirling tongue and a plunging peter and I came to a dream where my judgment was somewhere else, my breath was gone, my flesh melting and the pound and I relaxed to the pounding ... it was a swirl and I had goosebump and thrill and my legs held him. My organic structure and individual, boiling up. I came on him, churning, came on him more, his promontory hot on my chest as he fucked into me, again, and hit me heavy ... I came on his thick cock, thinking setting of the chemist at my waist ... except this was more and more like another lieu ... then he slowed and rested on me ... waist to waist ... bitch hair to cock tomentum. dada computer mouse had found his pussy.

Finally, I caught my breathing space, we straightened our apparel, I was taking my pictures back to the Boss 's desk ... hoping he would adopt more ... I was sure enough he would .