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

My first serious boyfriend, got me into enjoying sexual affair. Before him it was talk and Sir Thomas More talk of the town ... he made it real ... the initiative time he kissed me his hand went up my skirt ... I pushed him away, of course of instruction, it was what I had to do. A cancel 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 hired hand went to my bare leg and this time I let him. We were almost home ... nothing would happen.

He pulled over and parked and kissed me backbreaking ... pulling me against the guidance bike. I was pinned between the wheel and him ... my oral fissure in a candy kiss ... he stuck his tongue inside ... it was a yummy hot thing in my mouth ... relishing of the Pepsi we had at the restaurant ... 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 move away being stuck between a wheel and his quick body and his hand 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, short of breath, and hot in head. `` I 'm not that kind 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 body, so slippery ... pushed away my own script, 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 adjacent day. He was sorry, he said. It wo n't happen again, he said ... and he wanted to see me again ... the adjacent weekend ... '' wellspring, all right ... '' I was excited.

Next weekend was very slow in coming. Despite schoolhouse and an after school job, many hours passed before my Friday Night ... We went to a flick and he kissed me good dark ... I had wanted more. I wanted him to research my tactile sensation but he just took me domicile. It was for individual else to aid me : At my after school job : my party boss, the pharmacist ... He was too old for me. I knew that. He was n't handsome or a stud ... no, he was just my hirer. I worked on Saturday and he asked me to help with inventory that night. I got paid by the hour and wanted spear carrier time and was delighted to spend Thomas More time at the shop. My knob put out the `` end '' sign of the zodiac, 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 aphrodisiac young woman in class ... and he should know being that he looked at girls all the time ! I started wearing more than aphrodisiac clothes ... shorter skirt, did n't button my blouse all the way up ... ankle sock and sometimes no bloomers, like this `` inventory '' Night. I liked the feeling of secretly being naked underneath ... a form of cat and mouse thing ... I was the mouse and the hombre were the rest of the world not knowing my little secret. Would they catch me ? Up a ladder counting armory along the chemist 's shelves soon revealed to him my secret. My chief 's oculus got big, his fount got red, he got really nice as he looked up at me counting the bottles and things ... Helping me up the ladder and down. He was touching alfresco my skirt, against my bottom each clip I climbed to count. His hands felt nice and I knew why his face was red.

'' I locked the threshold, '' he said. I nodded."And pulled the subterfuge so no one can see us."Of course he locked it. The depot was closed, was n't it ? It was January and there was little alight. In fact it was obscure and the great unwashed were home. Both his hands helped me down this metre. He took me to the vertebral column way for more `` inventory '' of particular that were n't often used. I climbed up one step, he held my hired man ... '' You 're very pretty, '' said this cat with his sexy computer mouse in good deal ! Or was he the daddy computer mouse and I was his little pussy ? I climbed another whole tone and his hand was on my leg. `` I do n't want you to come down, honey, '' he said. He had never called me that before. I looked to the figurehead door. It was out of tidy sum. He had drawn the drape of the endorse elbow room. His script was up my leg to my crotch ... 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 hand he had ... or was it me, hot on his manus ? It did n't engage recollective ... .We were both hot !

'' I 've got a tv camera, '' he said. `` A Polaroid. You can see the pictures right away. Stay right there. '' I heard him fumbling and then saw a trice of light. I looked down at the film he was holding as the pic came into view ... My legs and skirt and ... Oh ... my little butt and hairy pussycat. He was right. I was pretty, and sexy, too. `` Let me convey another, '' he said. `` This time go around your legs a trivial ... '' `` No, '' I said, shaking my head. `` We should n't be doing this. ''

'' Do n't say that you little slattern, '' he said. `` You 're a pretty girl. Up a run showing me your au naturel slit, '' he said. That word, `` puss, '' was electrical. My cunt was a private affair 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 flick and talking about it ... Suddenly my articulatio genus went fallible and I stepped down ... he was holding me as I came down, lifting my skirt to my waist ... I was bare to my waist and this older man was feeling my butt joint and my front and lifting my hairs, stretching my little snatch ... the cutis tightened ... it was all nighttime, and quiet and sexy ... these hot strange hands all over my front and back. `` Sit on the death chair, '' he demanded. So I sat ... '' I 'm taking another motion picture ... finger yourself. '' I put my men down to protect my bitch from his prying eye and his roll in the hay camera ! Why that word came to mind I do n't experience ... maybe I felt he would try to fuck me ... but he was a photographer ... a voyeur ... and he took more depiction ... finally I was into it and spread my slit backtalk for the Lens, rubbed my snatch lips as organise, until I was all wet and I came for him to see and photograph. It was a sexy conniption ... just a little fingering and I was hot and finished ... the photo showed me puffy and wet ...

Then he went to his genu ... to get a better facial expression, 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 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 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 best thing in my life history that Night at the pill roller. shop.

Later he showed me the photographs when we took `` stocktaking '' again and I could n't serve getting hot, and getting licked, and having that `` coming '' state of intellect. I wanted my boyfriend to do it to me and was desperate how to get him to do it. My political boss kept `` our '' photos 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 Nox ... he would n't overleap them ... and I showed them to my boyfriend. He was shocked and I realized I had made a sober error ... up to that point. He was shocked but also fascinated. He could n't think I 'd do that and let an old man return pictures up my wench ... [ I did n't picture him the really good ones ! ] ... I could see he was excited by looking at me in photos ... that happens to boys, you know. I did n't state him everything the chemist had done ... I still had some closed book. I was shy and wanted my boyfriend to lap my cunt.

'' I want to see you for real number, '' he said ... '' No, '' I said ... '' Why not ? '' he said. `` Because I 'm not that sort of girl. '' He looked me in the middle and then kissed me, his deal very self-assertive. `` If you love me, '' he said, `` Let me see your pretty hirsute cunt. '' There was that tidings 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 annulus. `` I love you, '' he said.

I resisted but not a lot and his workforce 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 zippo, 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 waistline and my fingers on his auricle urging his face into me ... '' Ooh, Ahh, '' I gasped for breath. He was serious than the chemist. He had a skinny little fucking tongue and fucked me with it ... I was bucking at the hip ... his paw were at my shank and then left me, I heard him unbuckle and he kissed me on the oral cavity ... It was my first sense of taste of myself ... his lips were all wet with me and we were slobbering on each other when he poked at my snatch ... his hands were at me with a warm pricking with what he held in his workforce ... then he was around my waist and pushing in me. There was n't elbow room on the nates and I was half on ... one-half off ... he lifted me at my waist and darted into my cunt ... he was sharp and cutting and hurting and then was inside me. My twat adjusted, he paused, waiting ... I opened my centre 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 manpower were around him, feeling his laughingstock and his balls were hitting my bottom ...

It was amusing, I did n't palpate much except friction. Was this all there was ? ..then the churning and poking and our wet dead body, there, and the dark night came alive and it was all sex and pecker and puss and feelings rose and fell in me ... his sassing at mine, no Pepsi flavors, just a swirling natural language and a plunging cock and I came to a dream where my thinker was somewhere else, my breath was gone, my physique thaw and the pounding and I relaxed to the pound ... it was a swirl and I had goose pimple and shivers and my legs held him. My physical structure 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 grueling ... I came on his thick cock, thinking setting of the chemist at my waist ... except this was more than and more like another place ... then he slowed and rested on me ... waist to waist ... cunt pilus to cock hair. Daddy mouse had found his pussy.

Finally, I caught my breath, we straightened our clothes, I was taking my word-painting back to the gaffer 's desk ... hoping he would hold more ... I was sure he would .