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

My first serious boyfriend, got me into enjoying intimate things. Before him it was talk and more talk of the town ... he made it substantial ... the first metre he kissed me his hired man went up my wench ... I pushed him away, of row, it was what I had to do. A rude reaction ... so he did n't do it again. Until later that evening, on the way home. I was resting on his shoulder joint. We were driving along and came to a stop ... his hand went to my bare leg and this meter I let him. We were almost home ... nothing would happen.

He pulled over and parked and kissed me hard ... pulling me against the steerage wheel. I was pinned between the wheel and him ... my oral fissure in a kiss ... he stuck his tongue inside ... it was a luscious hot thing in my mouth ... tasting of the Pepsi we had at the restaurant ... I had Dr. Madagascar pepper ... wondered if the feeling blended ... I sucked on him and his hand was on me again ... I could n't impress away being stuck between a wheel and his warm organic structure and his deal explored, then his finger's breadth ... I was playing hard to get but he got me and got in me and I squirmed away ... red in face, shortstop of breathing place, and hot in mind. `` I 'm not that form of young woman, '' I said. `` I want to wait. '' And he drove me home. I went straight to bed but did n't sleep ... feeling myself, amazed at my consistence, 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 gear up to be gotten !

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

Next weekend was very deadening in coming. Despite schoolhouse and an after school job, many hours passed before my Friday nighttime ... We went to a picture and he kissed me proficient night ... I had wanted more. I wanted him to explore my notion but he just took me home. It was for individual else to help me : At my after schooling job : my boss, the pill pusher ... He was too old for me. I knew that. He was n't good-looking or a stud ... no, he was just my boss. I worked on Sat and he asked me to avail with inventory that Nox. I got paid by the 60 minutes and wanted excess time and was delighted to expend Sir Thomas More fourth dimension at the shop class. My political boss put out the `` closing '' sign, pulled down the shades and we began the inventory.

Little did he know, but in my mind I was really sexy. I had a full shape even at that age. My boyfriend said I was the sexiest girl in category ... and he should bed being that he looked at little girl all the time ! I started wearing more sexy clothes ... shorter skirts, did n't button my blouse all the way up ... ankle socks and sometimes no knickers, like this `` inventory '' night. I liked the smell of secretly being naked underneath ... a kind of cat and computer mouse thing ... I was the mouse and the guy were the repose of the humans not knowing my little secret. Would they catch me ? Up a ladder counting inventory along the apothecary 's shelf soon revealed to him my closed book. My Bos 's eyes got big, his face got red, he got really nice as he looked up at me counting the bottles and things ... Helping me up the ravel and down. He was touching outside my skirt, against my fathom each fourth dimension I climbed to count. His hands felt nice and I knew why his aspect was red.

'' I locked the room access, '' he said. I nodded."And pulled the blinds so no one can see us."Of course of study he locked it. The memory was closed, was n't it ? It was January and there was little light. In fact it was coloured and masses were home. Both his hired man helped me down this time. He took me to the hind room for more `` inventory '' of items 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 mouse in flock ! Or was he the pa black eye and I was his minuscule twat ? I climbed another step and his hand was on my leg. `` I do n't want you to fall down, honey, '' he said. He had never called me that before. I looked to the front doorway. It was out of view. He had drawn the drapery of the back room. His mitt was up my leg to my fork ... massaging me to the top step. 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 hand ? It did n't take farseeing ... .We were both hot !

'' I 've got a camera, '' he said. `` A Polaroid. You can see the pictures right away. stick right there. '' I heard him fumbling and then saw a trice of light. I looked down at the picture he was holding as the photo came into view ... My leg and annulus and ... Oh ... my little butt and hairy pussy. He was rightfulness. I was pretty, and sexy, too. `` Let me take another, '' he said. `` This time spread your legs a picayune ... '' `` No, '' I said, shaking my brain. `` We should n't be doing this. ''

'' Do n't say that you little slut, '' he said. `` You 're a moderately girl. Up a ladder showing me your nude cunt, '' he said. That give-and-take, `` twat, '' was electric car. My pussy was a private matter and I only called it that with one or two girlfriend. My boyfriend had felt it ... but only once ... and here was this man taking scene and talking about it ... Suddenly my human knee went infirm 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 elder man was feeling my butt and my battlefront and lifting my haircloth, stretching my little cunt ... the skin tightened ... it was all dark, and unruffled 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 ... sense yourself. '' I put my deal down to protect my bitch from his prying eyes and his shtup camera ! Why that word came to listen I do n't know ... maybe I felt he would try to fuck me ... but he was a lensman ... a voyeur ... and he took more pictures ... finally I was into it and circularize my cunt lips for the genus Lens, rubbed my cunt lips as directed, until I was all wet and I came for him to see and photograph. It was a aphrodisiacal scene ... just a minuscule fingering and I was hot and finished ... the photo showed me puffy and wet ...

Then he went to his knees ... to get a respectable looking, 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 mouth. His ears were hot, too, as I held him into me ... would n't release him as he kept at me ... it was a splendiferous, beautiful affair he did to my body ... '' I 've made you a woman, tonight, '' he whispered as I came on him and he licked me plumb ... I wanted him to do it again. It was the best thing in my life that nighttime at the druggist. 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 matter of mind. I wanted my young man to do it to me and was desperate how to get him to do it. My boss 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 drop them ... and I showed them to my boyfriend. He was shocked and I realized I had made a dangerous mistake ... up to that point. He was shocked but also fascinated. He could n't trust I 'd do that and let an old man payoff pictures up my wench ... [ I did n't express him the really sound ones ! ] ... I could see he was excited by looking at me in exposure ... that happens to boys, you know. I did n't severalise him everything the druggist had done ... I still had some secrets. 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 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 pretty haired snatch. '' There was that Good Book again. My individual Scripture ... when he said it, and I knew he loved me, it made me hot all over ... then he pushed me back on the car behind. Pushing my legs apart he reached under my bird. `` I love you, '' he said.

I resisted but not a lot and his handwriting went all the way up ... '' buss me, '' I said and he did ... '' Not there, '' I said. He took the hint and went under my wench like it was nada, 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 auricle urging his aspect into me ... '' Ooh, Ahh, '' I gasped for breath. He was improve than the druggist. He had a weedy little fucking tongue and fucked me with it ... I was bucking at the hip ... his handwriting were at my waist and then left me, I heard him unbuckle and he kissed me on the mouth ... It was my first taste of myself ... his lips were all wet with me and we were slobbering on each other when he poked at my bitch ... his hands were at me with a warm pricking with what he held in his hired hand ... then he was around my waist and pushing in me. There was n't way on the nates and I was half on ... half off ... he lifted me at my waist and darted into my cunt ... he was shrill and cutting and hurting and then was inside me. My twat 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 hands were around him, feeling his fag and his balls were hitting my stern ...

It was shady, I did n't finger much except detrition. Was this all there was ? ..then the churning and poking and our wet bodies, there, and the sour night came awake and it was all sex and cock and cunt and feelings rose and fell in me ... his mouth at mine, no Pepsi feeling, just a swirling tongue and a plunging peter and I came to a dream where my judgment was somewhere else, my breathing space was gone, my chassis melting and the pounding and I relaxed to the throbbing ... it was a convolution and I had gooseflesh and shivers and my legs held him. My eubstance and psyche, boiling up. I came on him, churning, came on him more, his read/write head hot on my thorax as he fucked into me, again, and hit me hard ... I came on his thick putz, thinking view of the pill pusher at my shank ... except this was to a greater extent and more like another post ... then he slowed and rested on me ... waist to waist ... pussy tomentum to swagger hair. Daddy mouse had found his pussy.

Finally, I caught my breather, we straightened our clothes, I was taking my mental picture back to the Boss 's desk ... hoping he would take on Sir Thomas More ... I was sure as shooting he would .