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

My first serious beau, got me into enjoying sexual things. Before him it was talking and more talk ... he made it real ... the first time he kissed me his hand went up my dame ... I pushed him away, of course, it was what I had to do. A instinctive chemical reaction ... so he did n't do it again. Until later that evening, on the way dwelling house. I was resting on his shoulder. We were driving along and came to a stop ... his hand went to my bare leg and this prison term I let him. We were almost plate ... nothing would happen.

He pulled over and parked and kissed me hard ... pulling me against the steering bicycle. I was pinned between the bike and him ... my backtalk in a kiss ... he stuck his clapper inside ... it was a delicious hot thing in my mouth ... tasting of the Pepsi Cola we had at the eatery ... 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 prompt away being stuck between a bicycle and his strong 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 brass, light of breathing place, and hot in question. `` I 'm not that kind of young lady, '' I said. `` I want to wait. '' And he drove me rest 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 ready to be gotten !

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

Next weekend was very retard in coming. Despite shoal and an after school job, many hours passed before my Friday night ... We went to a movie and he kissed me effective dark ... I had wanted more. I wanted him to explore my flavor but he just took me home. It was for someone else to help 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 Sat and he asked me to help with stock that night. I got paid by the hour and wanted extra time and was delighted to pass Sir Thomas More time at the shop. My boss put out the `` closing '' sign, pulled down the tad and we began the inventory.

Little did he know, but in my mind I was really aphrodisiac. I had a full shape even at that age. My boyfriend said I was the aphrodisiacal little girl in class ... and he should know being that he looked at female child all the time ! I started wearing More sexy clothes ... shorter chick, did n't button my blouse all the way up ... mortise joint socks and sometimes no knee pants, like this `` inventory '' night. I liked the feeling of secretly being naked underneath ... a variety of cat and mouse thing ... I was the mouse and the big cat were the sleep of the world not knowing my little secret. Would they fascinate me ? Up a ladder counting inventory along the chemist 's ledge soon revealed to him my mystery. My boss 's eye got big, his fount got red, he got really squeamish as he looked up at me counting the feeding bottle and thing ... Helping me up the ladder and down. He was touching outside my annulus, against my bottom each clip I climbed to count. His hands felt courteous and I knew why his nerve was red.

'' I locked the door, '' he said. I nodded."And pulled the blinds so no one can see us."Of row he locked it. The fund was closed, was n't it ? It was January and there was slight light. In fact it was nighttime and people were home. Both his hands helped me down this time. He took me to the rearwards room for more `` inventory '' of items that were n't often used. I climbed up one pace, he held my hand ... '' You 're very pretty, '' said this cat with his sexy shiner in sight ! Or was he the daddy black eye and I was his little pussy ? I climbed another step and his hired man was on my leg. `` I do n't want you to devolve, honey, '' he said. He had never called me that before. I looked to the front door. It was out of mickle. He had drawn the curtains of the game room. His hand was up my leg to my private parts ... massaging me to the top tone. Now I was afraid to come down the ladder. It was like I was sitting on his paw. What a hot hand he had ... or was it me, hot on his hand ? It did n't take foresightful ... .We were both hot !

'' I 've got a tv camera, '' he said. `` A Polaroid. You can see the word picture right away. last out right there. '' I heard him fumbling and then saw a blink of an eye of light. I looked down at the film he was holding as the photograph came into view ... My legs and bird and ... Oh ... my little cigarette and hairy puss. He was right. I was pretty, and sexy, too. `` Let me take another, '' he said. `` This time open your ramification a little ... '' `` No, '' I said, shaking my nous. `` We should n't be doing this. ''

'' Do n't say that you lilliputian slut, '' he said. `` You 're a fairly miss. Up a run showing me your bare cunt, '' he said. That word, `` pussy, '' was galvanic. My puss was a private thing 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 pictures and talking about it ... Suddenly my knees went rickety and I stepped down ... he was holding me as I came down, lifting my bird to my waist ... I was bare to my shank and this older man was feeling my keister and my front and lifting my hairs, stretching my short cunt ... the skin tightened ... it was all wickedness, and quiet and aphrodisiac ... these hot strange deal all over my forepart and back. `` Sit on the president, '' he demanded. So I sat ... '' I 'm taking another picture ... feel yourself. '' I put my hands down to protect my cunt from his prying eye and his piece of tail tv camera ! Why that word came to bear in mind I do n't know ... maybe I felt he would try to have it off me ... but he was a lensman ... a voyeur ... and he took more pictures ... finally I was into it and spread my cunt lip for the lens of the eye, rubbed my slit lips as directed, until I was all wet and I came for him to see and photograph. It was a aphrodisiac scene ... just a short fingering and I was hot and finished ... the photo showed me puffy and wet ...

Then he went to his knees ... to get a advantageously look, he said ... but he did n't have centre in his tongue which was what was checking me out and I came again. all over his mouth. 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 woman, 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-time that dark 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 '' State of psyche. I wanted my young man to do it to me and was desperate how to get him to do it. My boss kept `` our '' exposure 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 dark ... he would n't overlook them ... and I showed them to my boyfriend. He was shocked and I realized I had made a serious mistake ... up to that stop. He was shocked but also fascinated. He could n't conceive I 'd do that and let an old man return pictures up my doll ... [ I did n't demonstrate him the really expert ones ! ] ... I could see he was excited by looking at me in exposure ... that happens to boys, you know. I did n't evidence him everything the chemist had done ... I still had some secrets. I was shy and wanted my boyfriend to lap up my cunt.

'' I want to see you for real, '' he said ... '' No, '' I said ... '' Why not ? '' he said. `` Because I 'm not that form of female child. '' He looked me in the eyes and then kissed me, his bridge player very self-assertive. `` If you love me, '' he said, `` Let me see your pretty hairy cunt. '' There was that word again. My individual 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 seat. Pushing my legs 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 hint and went under my skirt 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 look 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 mouth ... It was my number one taste of myself ... his backtalk were all wet with me and we were slobbering on each other when he poked at my snatch ... his script were at me with a quick prick with what he held in his custody ... then he was around my waist and pushing in me. There was n't room on the seat and I was one-half on ... half off ... he lifted me at my shank 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 butt and his globe were hitting my butt ...

It was amusing, I did n't find much except friction. Was this all there was ? ..then the churning and poking and our wet bodies, there, and the dark Night came alive and it was all sex and dick and cunt and tactual sensation rose and fell in me ... his mouth at mine, no Pepsi flavors, just a swirling tongue and a plunging cock and I came to a dream where my mind was somewhere else, my hint was gone, my flesh thaw and the pounding and I relaxed to the pounding ... it was a swirl and I had horripilation and shivers and my legs held him. My eubstance and someone, boiling up. I came on him, churning, came on him more, his head hot on my thorax as he fucked into me, again, and hit me difficult ... I came on his thick cock, thinking scenery of the pharmacist at my waist ... except this was more and more like another place ... then he slowed and rested on me ... waist to waist ... puss hair to strut haircloth. pappa computer mouse had found his pussy.

Finally, I caught my breath, we straightened our clothes, I was taking my moving-picture show back to the Boss 's desk ... hoping he would drive more than ... I was indisputable he would .