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

My first good beau, got me into enjoying sexual things. Before him it was talk of the town and more talk of the town ... he made it real ... the first metre he kissed me his hand went up my wench ... 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 arrest ... his hand went to my bare leg and this sentence I let him. We were almost home ... nothing would happen.

He pulled over and parked and kissed me hard ... pulling me against the steering wheel. I was pinned between the bike and him ... my lip in a kiss ... he stuck his lingua inside ... it was a toothsome hot thing in my mouth ... tasting of the Pepsi we had at the restaurant ... I had Dr. Pepper ... wondered if the flavors blended ... I sucked on him and his hand was on me again ... I could n't be active away being stuck between a wheel and his warm body and his mitt 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, short of breath, and hot in head. `` I 'm not that form of girl, '' I said. `` I want to wait. '' And he drove me place. I went straight to bed but did n't kip ... 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 fix to be gotten !

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

Next weekend was very slow in coming. Despite schooltime and an after school day job, many hours passed before my Friday dark ... We went to a pic and he kissed me good night ... I had wanted more. I wanted him to explore my belief but he just took me home. It was for someone else to aid me : At my after schooltime job : my boss, the chemist ... He was too old for me. I knew that. He was n't handsome or a scantling ... no, he was just my knob. I worked on Sabbatum and he asked me to help with stocktaking that night. I got paid by the time of day and wanted superfluous prison term and was delighted to pass more time at the shop. My boss put out the `` culmination '' house, pulled down the shades and we began the inventory.

Little did he fuck, but in my judgement I was really aphrodisiacal. I had a entire shape even at that age. My swain said I was the sexiest girl in class ... and he should know being that he looked at girls all the metre ! I started wearing more sexy clothes ... curt skirt, did n't button my blouse all the way up ... ankle socks and sometimes no knee pants, like this `` inventory '' Nox. I liked the tactual sensation of secretly being naked underneath ... a form of cat and mouse thing ... I was the computer mouse and the Arabian tea were the balance of the humankind not knowing my minuscule mystery. Would they trance me ? Up a ladder counting inventory along the apothecary 's shelves soon revealed to him my closed book. My political boss 's middle got big, his aspect got red, he got really decent as he looked up at me counting the bottles and affair ... Helping me up the ladder and down. He was touching outdoors my skirt, against my hindquarters each time I climbed to count. His helping hand felt nice and I knew why his side was red.

'' I locked the room access, '' he said. I nodded."And pulled the subterfuge 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 slight light. In fact it was sour and people were home. Both his hands helped me down this metre. He took me to the back up room for more `` armory '' of point 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 black eye in sight ! Or was he the daddy computer mouse and I was his little pussy ? I climbed another step and his mitt 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 breast door. It was out of great deal. He had drawn the pall of the gage room. His hand was up my leg to my crotch ... massaging me to the top tone. Now I was afraid to come down the ladder. It was like I was sitting on his hired hand. What a hot hand he had ... or was it me, hot on his mitt ? It did n't take hanker ... .We were both hot !

'' I 've got a camera, '' he said. `` A Polaroid. You can see the pictures right away. Stay right there. '' I heard him fumbling and then saw a newsflash of Light. I looked down at the film he was holding as the pic came into opinion ... My stage and skirt and ... Oh ... my footling butt and hairy puss. He was right. I was pretty, and sexy, too. `` Let me aim another, '' he said. `` This fourth dimension 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 pretty daughter. Up a ladder showing me your naked bitch, '' he said. That word, `` cunt, '' was electric. My pussy was a private matter and I only called it that with one or two girl. My boyfriend had felt it ... but only once ... and here was this man taking scene and talking about it ... Suddenly my knee went light and I stepped down ... he was holding me as I came down, lifting my skirt to my shank ... I was bare to my waistline and this older man was feeling my butt and my strawman and lifting my pilus, stretching my minuscule cunt ... the skin tightened ... it was all night, and quiet and aphrodisiac ... these hot strange manpower all over my front and back. `` Sit on the chair, '' he demanded. So I sat ... '' I 'm taking another characterisation ... find yourself. '' I put my paw down to protect my cunt from his prying eyes and his fucking television camera ! Why that word came to heed I do n't make out ... maybe I felt he would try to screw me ... but he was a photographer ... a voyeur ... and he took more than pictures ... finally I was into it and spread my puss sass for the lens, rubbed my puss sass as point, until I was all wet and I came for him to see and shoot. It was a aphrodisiac scene ... just a picayune fingering and I was hot and finished ... the photo showed me puffy and wet ...

Then he went to his genu ... to get a sound feeling, 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 lip. His ear 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 charwoman, tonight, '' he whispered as I came on him and he licked me pick ... I wanted him to do it again. It was the best thing in my life that Nox at the pill roller. shop.

Later he showed me the photographs when we took `` inventory '' again and I could n't serve getting hot, and getting licked, and having that `` coming '' state of brain. I wanted my beau to do it to me and was desperate how to get him to do it. My chief kept `` our '' photos in a box under his desk in the backbone elbow room ... 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 grave mistake ... up to that pointedness. He was shocked but also fascinated. He could n't trust I 'd do that and let an old man take pictures up my skirt ... [ I did n't show him the really dependable ones ! ] ... I could see he was excited by looking at me in photograph ... that happens to boys, you know. I did n't enjoin him everything the apothecary had done ... I still had some enigma. I was shy and wanted my swain to cream my cunt.

'' I want to see you for existent, '' he said ... '' No, '' I said ... '' Why not ? '' he said. `` Because I 'm not that kind of girl. '' He looked me in the middle and then kissed me, his hand very assertive. `` If you love me, '' he said, `` Let me see your pretty hairy cunt. '' There was that word again. My 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 seat. Pushing my legs apart he reached under my doll. `` I love you, '' he said.

I resisted but not a lot and his bridge player went all the way up ... '' Kiss me, '' I said and he did ... '' Not there, '' I said. He took the clue and went under my skirt like it was nothing, like it was the rude thing, like it is, and his natural language was all over me, licking me up, licking me all up ... I shook at the waist and my finger's breadth on his ears urging his face into me ... '' Ooh, Ahh, '' I gasped for breath. He was better than the chemist. He had a near 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 preference of myself ... his back talk were all wet with me and we were slobbering on each other when he poked at my cunt ... his helping hand were at me with a warm pricking with what he held in his hired hand ... then he was around my waistline and pushing in me. There was n't way on the butt and I was half on ... half off ... he lifted me at my waist and darted into my pussy ... he was discriminating 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 hairs were rubbing, getting wet, and he began fucking me. Now my workforce were around him, feeling his butt and his ball were hitting my butt ...

It was risible, I did n't palpate much except friction. Was this all there was ? ..then the churning and thrusting and our wet bodies, there, and the dark night came alive and it was all sex and prick and cunt and feelings 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 mind was somewhere else, my breath was gone, my frame melting and the pounding and I relaxed to the throb ... it was a swirl and I had gooseflesh and shudder and my legs held him. My body and person, boiling up. I came on him, churning, came on him more, his question hot on my dresser as he fucked into me, again, and hit me hard ... I came on his thick cock, thinking scenes of the chemist at my waistline ... except this was Thomas More and more like another place ... then he slowed and rested on me ... waistline to waist ... cunt fuzz to strut fuzz. Daddy mouse had found his pussy.

Finally, I caught my breath, we straightened our wearing apparel, I was taking my pictures back to the knob 's desk ... hoping he would take to a greater extent ... I was surely he would .