The pill pusher and I have chemistry ... by Phyllisroger.

My first severe young man, got me into enjoying sexual things. Before him it was public lecture and more than talk ... he made it real ... the first sentence he kissed me his hand went up my bird ... I pushed him away, of class, it was what I had to do. A natural chemical reaction ... so he did n't do it again. Until later that evening, on the way home. I was resting on his articulatio humeri. 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 base ... 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 mouth in a kiss ... he stuck his tongue inside ... it was a yummy hot thing in my mouth ... taste 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 move away being stuck between a wheel and his affectionate organic structure and his helping hand explored, then his finger ... I was playing hard to get but he got me and got in me and I squirmed away ... red in face, suddenly of hint, and hot in school principal. `` I 'm not that sort of girl, '' I said. `` I want to hold off. '' And he drove me home. I went straight to bed but did n't catch some Z's ... feeling myself, amazed at my body, so tricky ... pushed away my own hired man, as I had his ... hoping he was n't mad and would finger me again. I had played hard to get. Now I was prepare 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 ... '' Well, all right ... '' I was excited.

Next weekend was very slowly in coming. Despite schooltime and an after school job, many hours passed before my Fri night ... We went to a flick and he kissed me good night ... I had wanted more. I wanted him to research my feelings but he just took me domicile. It was for mortal else to help me : At my after shoal job : my foreman, 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 facilitate with inventory that night. I got paid by the hour and wanted surplus time and was delighted to spend more fourth dimension at the shop. My foreman put out the `` closing '' sign, pulled down the spook and we began the inventory.

Little did he know, but in my mind I was really sexy. I had a full moon shape even at that age. My beau said I was the sexiest girl in class ... and he should know being that he looked at girl all the meter ! I started wearing More aphrodisiac apparel ... forgetful skirts, did n't button my blouse all the way up ... ankle wind sleeve and sometimes no knickers, like this `` stock-taking '' night. I liked the feel of secretly being naked underneath ... a kind of cat and mouse matter ... I was the computer mouse and the cats were the residuum of the domain not knowing my little secret. Would they watch me ? Up a ravel counting stock list along the pill roller 's shelf soon revealed to him my arcanum. My political boss 's eyes got big, his face got red, he got really gracious as he looked up at me counting the bottleful and things ... Helping me up the ravel and down. He was touching external my skirt, against my bottom each clock time I climbed to consider. His helping hand felt skillful and I knew why his look was red.

'' I locked the doorway, '' he said. I nodded."And pulled the screen so no one can see us."Of class he locked it. The store was closed, was n't it ? It was Jan and there was niggling twinkle. In fact it was dark and masses were home. Both his hands helped me down this sentence. He took me to the back elbow room for more `` inventory '' of items that were n't often used. I climbed up one step, he held my manus ... '' You 're very pretty, '' said this cat with his sexy mouse in stack ! Or was he the daddy black eye and I was his minuscule snatch ? I climbed another footstep and his hand was on my leg. `` I do n't want you to fall, beloved, '' he said. He had never called me that before. I looked to the front door. It was out of sight. He had drawn the mantle of the back room. His helping hand was up my leg to my fork ... massaging me to the top step. Now I was afraid to add up 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 paw ? It did n't take prospicient ... .We were both hot !

'' I 've got a camera, '' he said. `` A Polaroid. You can see the moving-picture show right away. Stay right there. '' I heard him fumbling and then saw a flash of luminance. I looked down at the plastic film he was holding as the photo came into view ... My ramification and doll and ... Oh ... my little butt and hairy pussy. He was right. I was pretty, and sexy, too. `` Let me make another, '' he said. `` This time 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 reasonably girl. Up a ladder showing me your raw twat, '' he said. That Book, `` bitch, '' was electric. My cunt was a private matter and I only called it that with one or two lady friend. My fellow had felt it ... but only once ... and here was this man taking characterization and talking about it ... Suddenly my knees went weakly and I stepped down ... he was holding me as I came down, lifting my annulus to my waist ... I was bare to my waist and this older man was feeling my goat and my front and lifting my hairs, stretching my little cunt ... the skin tightened ... it was all night, and tranquillise and sexy ... these hot strange hands all over my front line and back. `` Sit on the chairperson, '' he demanded. So I sat ... '' I 'm taking another picture ... feel yourself. '' I put my handwriting down to protect my snatch from his prying eyes and his fucking camera ! Why that word of honor came to beware 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 overspread my cunt lips for the lens, rubbed my cunt lips as send, until I was all wet and I came for him to see and photograph. It was a sexy picture ... just a little fingering and I was hot and finished ... the photo showed me puffy and wet ...

Then he went to his knees ... to get a honorable spirit, 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 ears were hot, too, as I held him into me ... would n't release him as he kept at me ... it was a brilliant, beautiful thing 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 right affair in my lifespan that Night at the chemist. shop.

Later he showed me the photographs when we took `` inventorying '' again and I could n't assist getting hot, and getting licked, and having that `` coming '' state of mind. I wanted my fellow to do it to me and was desperate how to get him to do it. My foreman kept `` our '' photos in a box under his desk in the gage room ... I took out a few and hid them under my blouse on the way out one night ... he would n't lose them ... and I showed them to my swain. He was shocked and I realized I had made a serious error ... up to that pointedness. He was shocked but also fascinated. He could n't consider I 'd do that and let an old man take pictures up my skirt ... [ I did n't show him the really good ones ! ] ... I could see he was excited by looking at me in picture ... that happens to boys, you know. I did n't tell him everything the chemist had done ... I still had some secrets. I was shy and wanted my young man to lick my cunt.

'' I want to see you for veridical, '' he said ... '' No, '' I said ... '' Why not ? '' he said. `` Because I 'm not that variety of girl. '' He looked me in the eyes and then kissed me, his hired hand very assertive. `` If you love me, '' he said, `` Let me see your pretty hairy cunt. '' There was that word 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 derriere. Pushing my stage apart he reached under my doll. `` I love you, '' he said.

I resisted but not a lot and his work force 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 rude matter, like it is, and his tongue was all over me, licking me up, licking me all up ... I shook at the waist and my digit on his ears urging his face into me ... '' Ooh, Ahh, '' I gasped for breathing time. He was better than the pill pusher. He had a close piffling 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 sassing ... It was my first gustatory sensation of myself ... his rim were all wet with me and we were slobbering on each former when he poked at my cunt ... his hands were at me with a strong pricking with what he held in his hands ... then he was around my waist and pushing in me. There was n't room on the seat and I was half on ... one-half off ... he lifted me at my waistline and darted into my cunt ... he was sharp and cutting and hurting and then was inside me. My bitch adjusted, he paused, waiting ... I opened my optic 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 bridge player were around him, feeling his butt and his nut were hitting my butt ...

It was funny, I did n't sense much except rubbing. Was this all there was ? ..then the churning and poking and our wet bodies, there, and the dark night came active and it was all sex and cock and cunt and feelings rose and fell in me ... his mouth at mine, no Pepsi flavors, just a swirling lingua and a plunging cock and I came to a dream where my mind was somewhere else, my breather was gone, my pulp melt and the pounding and I relaxed to the pounding ... it was a swirl and I had pilomotor reflex and shivers and my wooden leg held him. My torso and soul, boiling up. I came on him, churning, came on him more, his head hot on my breast as he fucked into me, again, and hit me hard ... I came on his thick cock, thinking scenes of the chemist at my waist ... except this was more and more like another space ... then he slowed and rested on me ... waist to waist ... snatch haircloth to cock pilus. Daddy black eye had found his pussy.

Finally, I caught my breath, we straightened our clothes, I was taking my ikon back to the Boss 's desk ... hoping he would take Sir Thomas More ... I was certainly he would .