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

My first good boyfriend, got me into enjoying sexual matter. Before him it was talk and more talk of the town ... he made it real number ... the showtime time he kissed me his hand went up my wench ... I pushed him away, of course of study, 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 plate. I was resting on his shoulder. We were driving along and came to a stop ... his handwriting went to my bare leg and this clock time I let him. We were almost home plate ... nothing would happen.

He pulled over and parked and kissed me hard ... pulling me against the guidance cycle. I was pinned between the wheel and him ... my mouth in a kiss ... he stuck his lingua inside ... it was a delicious hot thing in my mouth ... tasting of the Pepsi we had at the restaurant ... I had Dr. white pepper ... wondered if the feeling blended ... I sucked on him and his hand was on me again ... I could n't propel away being stuck between a wheel and his warm body and his handwriting explored, then his fingerbreadth ... 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 kind of girl, '' I said. `` I want to wait. '' And he drove me domicile. I went straight to bed but did n't catch some Z's ... 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 ready to be gotten !

He called the adjacent 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 slow in coming. Despite shoal and an after schoolhouse job, many hour passed before my Friday night ... We went to a movie and he kissed me good Night ... I had wanted more. I wanted him to explore my touch sensation but he just took me home. It was for someone else to help me : At my after school job : my Bos, the pill roller ... He was too old for me. I knew that. He was n't openhanded or a rivet ... no, he was just my boss. I worked on Sabbatum and he asked me to help oneself with inventorying that night. I got paid by the hour and wanted superfluous time and was delighted to pass more than time at the shop class. My chief put out the `` closing '' sign, pulled down the shades and we began the inventory.

Little did he bed, but in my mind I was really sexy. I had a full shape even at that age. My beau said I was the sexiest girl in class ... and he should know being that he looked at little girl all the time ! I started wearing Sir Thomas More sexy clothes ... poor skirts, did n't button my blouse all the way up ... ankle socks and sometimes no knickers, like this `` inventorying '' night. I liked the feeling of secretly being naked underneath ... a kind of cat and computer mouse thing ... I was the mouse and the computerized axial tomography were the remainder of the human beings not knowing my picayune unavowed. Would they arrest me ? Up a ladder counting inventory along the chemist 's shelf soon revealed to him my secret. My chief 's eyes got big, his expression got red, he got really nice as he looked up at me counting the feeding bottle and things ... Helping me up the ladder and down. He was touching away my dame, against my bottom each time I climbed to look. His handwriting felt courteous and I knew why his face 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 fund was closed, was n't it ? It was January and there was trivial light. In fact it was dark and people were home. Both his mitt helped me down this fourth dimension. He took me to the back room for more `` inventory '' of item that were n't often used. I climbed up one step, he held my script ... '' You 're very pretty, '' said this cat with his sexy shiner in sight ! Or was he the dad computer mouse and I was his piffling pussycat ? I climbed another footfall and his script was on my leg. `` I do n't want you to descend, love, '' he said. He had never called me that before. I looked to the breast door. It was out of spate. He had drawn the curtains of the stake room. His paw was up my leg to my genital organ ... 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 handwriting he had ... or was it me, hot on his hand ? It did n't take yearn ... .We were both hot !

'' I 've got a television camera, '' he said. `` A Polaroid. You can see the impression right away. outride right there. '' I heard him fumbling and then saw a flash of brightness. I looked down at the film he was holding as the picture came into view ... My legs and skirt and ... Oh ... my little tush and hairy pussy. He was right. I was pretty, and sexy, too. `` Let me deal another, '' he said. `` This time circulate your legs a niggling ... '' `` No, '' I said, shaking my head. `` We should n't be doing this. ''

'' Do n't say that you short trollop, '' he said. `` You 're a middling girl. Up a ladder showing me your naked bitch, '' he said. That tidings, `` cunt, '' was electric. My bitch was a private affair 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 mental picture and talking about it ... Suddenly my knees went weakly and I stepped down ... he was holding me as I came down, lifting my skirt to my waistline ... I was bare to my waist and this old man was feeling my butt and my movement and lifting my hairs, stretching my little bitch ... the peel tightened ... it was all dark, and quiet and sexy ... these hot strange handwriting all over my front and back. `` Sit on the professorship, '' he demanded. So I sat ... '' I 'm taking another picture ... feel yourself. '' I put my hired man down to protect my cunt from his prying centre and his ass camera ! Why that word came to mind I do n't sleep together ... maybe I felt he would try to eff me ... but he was a photographer ... a voyeur ... and he took more pictures ... finally I was into it and go around my slit lips for the Lens, rubbed my twat lips as directed, until I was all wet and I came for him to see and photograph. It was a sexy scene ... just a niggling fingering and I was hot and finished ... the picture showed me puffy and wet ...

Then he went to his knee ... 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 auricle were hot, too, as I held him into me ... would n't let go of him as he kept at me ... it was a magnificent, 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 estimable affair in my life that night at the chemist. shop.

Later he showed me the exposure when we took `` inventory '' again and I could n't help getting hot, and getting licked, and having that `` coming '' state of mind. I wanted my boyfriend to do it to me and was desperate how to get him to do it. My hirer 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 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 misunderstanding ... up to that point. He was shocked but also fascinated. He could n't think I 'd do that and let an old man take pictures up my skirt ... [ I did n't read him the really respectable ones ! ] ... I could see he was excited by looking at me in photos ... that happens to boys, you know. I did n't evidence him everything the chemist had done ... I still had some arcanum. I was shy and wanted my boyfriend to lick my cunt.

'' I want to see you for material, '' he said ... '' No, '' I said ... '' Why not ? '' he said. `` Because I 'm not that sort of missy. '' He looked me in the eyes and then kissed me, his paw very assertive. `` If you love me, '' he said, `` Let me see your pretty haired bitch. '' There was that word again. My private Christian Bible ... 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 ramification apart he reached under my dame. `` 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 suggestion and went under my annulus like it was nothing, like it was the rude affair, like it is, and his tongue was all over me, licking me up, licking me all up ... I shook at the waistline and my finger on his capitulum urging his font into me ... '' Ooh, Ahh, '' I gasped for breath. He was better than the chemist. He had a skinny little fucking spit 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 mouthpiece ... It was my first perceptiveness of myself ... his lips were all wet with me and we were slobbering on each other when he poked at my pussy ... 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 elbow room on the seat and I was half on ... half off ... he lifted me at my shank and darted into my snatch ... 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 iniquity and I felt filled. Our hairs were rubbing, getting wet, and he began fucking me. Now my manus were around him, feeling his butt and his balls were hitting my butt ...

It was singular, I did n't sense much except friction. Was this all there was ? ..then the churning and poking and our wet physical structure, there, and the dismal night came alive and it was all sex and cock and cunt and feelings rose and fell in me ... his mouth at mine, no Pepsi smell, just a swirling lingua and a plunging hammer and I came to a dream where my idea was somewhere else, my breathing time was gone, my form thawing and the throb and I relaxed to the hammer ... it was a vortex and I had goosebumps and shivers and my wooden leg held him. My body and soul, boiling up. I came on him, churning, came on him more, his head hot on my chest as he fucked into me, again, and hit me hard ... I came on his thick dick, thinking scenes of the chemist at my waist ... except this was more and more like another plaza ... then he slowed and rested on me ... waist to waist ... cunt hairsbreadth to cock hair. dad computer mouse had found his pussy.

Finally, I caught my breath, we straightened our wearing apparel, I was taking my movie back to the hirer 's desk ... hoping he would take more ... I was certain he would .