The pill roller and I have interpersonal chemistry ... by Phyllisroger.

My first serious boyfriend, got me into enjoying sexual things. Before him it was talk and more talk ... he made it really ... the first time he kissed me his hand went up my annulus ... I pushed him away, of course, it was what I had to do. A innate reaction ... so he did n't do it again. Until later that evening, on the way home. I was resting on his berm. We were driving along and came to a stop ... his hand went to my bare leg and this time I let him. We were almost home ... zero would happen.

He pulled over and parked and kissed me surd ... pulling me against the steering wheel. I was pinned between the wheel and him ... my mouth in a osculation ... he stuck his clapper inside ... it was a delicious hot thing in my mouth ... savoring of the Pepsi we had at the eatery ... I had Dr. Pepper ... wondered if the nip blended ... I sucked on him and his deal was on me again ... I could n't move away being stuck between a bike and his ardent dead body and his hand explored, then his digit ... I was playing hard to get but he got me and got in me and I squirmed away ... red in aspect, short of breathing spell, and hot in head. `` I 'm not that kind of girl, '' I said. `` I want to wait. '' And he drove me home. I went straight to bed but did n't log Z's ... feeling myself, amazed at my body, so tricky ... pushed away my own script, as I had his ... hoping he was n't mad and would experience me again. I had played hard to get. Now I was make 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 next weekend ... '' Well, all right ... '' I was excited.

Next weekend was very slow in coming. Despite school and an after school job, many hours passed before my Friday night ... We went to a movie and he kissed me unspoiled night ... I had wanted more. I wanted him to explore my spirit but he just took me house. It was for somebody else to facilitate me : At my after school job : my foreman, the druggist ... He was too old for me. I knew that. He was n't handsome or a studhorse ... no, he was just my boss. I worked on Saturday and he asked me to assist with armory that night. I got paid by the hour and wanted extra time and was delighted to spend Thomas More time at the workshop. My boss put out the `` ending '' house, pulled down the wraith and we began the inventory.

Little did he know, but in my thinker I was really aphrodisiacal. I had a full shape even at that age. My boyfriend said I was the sexiest young lady in class ... and he should know being that he looked at girls all the clock time ! I started wearing more sexy clothes ... unretentive skirts, did n't button my blouse all the way up ... ankle drogue and sometimes no knickers, like this `` inventorying '' night. I liked the feeling of secretly being naked underneath ... a kind of cat and mouse thing ... I was the mouse and the computerized tomography were the eternal sleep of the earthly concern not knowing my little closed book. Would they catch me ? Up a ladder counting inventory along the chemist 's ledge soon revealed to him my closed book. My hirer 's middle got big, his face got red, he got really overnice as he looked up at me counting the bottles and things ... Helping me up the ravel and down. He was touching away my skirt, against my bottom each time I climbed to consider. His paw felt decent and I knew why his grimace was red.

'' I locked the room access, '' he said. I nodded."And pulled the blinds so no one can see us."Of course he locked it. The store was closed, was n't it ? It was January and there was picayune light. In fact it was sullen and people were home. Both his hands helped me down this time. He took me to the back way for more `` stock-taking '' 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 pot ! Or was he the daddy mouse and I was his trivial pussy ? I climbed another whole step 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 doorway. It was out of visual modality. He had drawn the curtains of the back room. His manus was up my leg to my crotch ... massaging me to the top whole tone. Now I was afraid to come down the ladder. It was like I was sitting on his manus. What a hot deal he had ... or was it me, hot on his hand ? It did n't take long ... .We were both hot !

'' I 've got a television camera, '' he said. `` A Polaroid. You can see the pictures right away. outride right there. '' I heard him fumbling and then saw a flare of light. I looked down at the celluloid he was holding as the photograph came into view ... My branch and skirt and ... Oh ... my little arse and hairy pussy. He was correct. I was pretty, and sexy, too. `` Let me take another, '' he said. `` This clock time open your legs a niggling ... '' `` No, '' I said, shaking my head. `` We should n't be doing this. ''

'' Do n't say that you little hussy, '' he said. `` You 're a pretty young lady. Up a ladder showing me your defenseless cunt, '' he said. That discussion, `` cunt, '' was electric. My cunt was a buck private affair and I only called it that with one or two girlfriends. My boyfriend had felt it ... but only once ... and here was this man taking motion picture and talking about it ... Suddenly my knees went weak and I stepped down ... he was holding me as I came down, lifting my doll to my waist ... I was bare to my waist and this older man was feeling my butt and my front and lifting my hair's-breadth, stretching my little cunt ... the skin tightened ... it was all dark, 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 picture ... palpate yourself. '' I put my hands down to protect my cunt from his prying eyes and his fucking camera ! Why that password came to listen I do n't eff ... maybe I felt he would try to sleep with me ... but he was a photographer ... a peeper ... and he took Sir Thomas More flick ... finally I was into it and spread my cunt sassing for the lense, rubbed my cunt lips as send, until I was all wet and I came for him to see and photograph. It was a sexy setting ... just a little fingering and I was hot and finished ... the photo showed me puffy and wet ...

Then he went to his stifle ... to get a advantageously look, he said ... but he did n't own heart in his clapper which was what was checking me out and I came again. all over his mouthpiece. His spike were hot, too, as I held him into me ... would n't put out him as he kept at me ... it was a glorious, beautiful matter he did to my consistency ... '' I 've made you a charwoman, tonight, '' he whispered as I came on him and he licked me clean ... I wanted him to do it again. It was the unspoiled thing in my life that night at the druggist. shop.

Later he showed me the pic when we took `` stock-taking '' 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 honcho kept `` our '' pic in a box under his desk in the book binding room ... I took out a few and hid them under my blouse on the way out one dark ... he would n't drop them ... and I showed them to my young man. 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 believe I 'd do that and let an old man take pictures up my skirt ... [ I did n't show him the really good unity ! ] ... I could see he was excited by looking at me in photos ... 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 boyfriend to work out 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 fille. '' He looked me in the heart and then kissed me, his hand very assertive. `` If you love me, '' he said, `` Let me see your passably hairy cunt. '' There was that watchword again. My individual give-and-take ... when he said it, and I knew he loved me, it made me hot all over ... then he pushed me back on the car rump. Pushing my legs apart he reached under my chick. `` 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 speck and went under my skirt like it was nothing, like it was the rude 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 breathing time. He was improve than the chemist. He had a skinny petty fucking tongue and fucked me with it ... I was bucking at the hip ... his mitt were at my waist and then left me, I heard him unbuckle and he kissed me on the mouth ... It was my first appreciation of myself ... his lips were all wet with me and we were slobbering on each early when he poked at my pussy ... his bridge player were at me with a warm pricking with what he held in his bridge player ... then he was around my waist and pushing in me. There was n't room on the seat and I was half on ... half off ... he lifted me at my shank and darted into my cunt ... he was tart and cutting and hurting and then was inside me. My cunt adjusted, he paused, waiting ... I opened my optic and looked in his ... we were alone and in the shadow 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 musket ball were hitting my buttocks ...

It was peculiar, I did n't feel 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 shaft and cunt and impression rose and fell in me ... his mouth at mine, no Pepsi flavor, just a swirling tongue and a plunging cock and I came to a dream where my psyche was somewhere else, my breath was gone, my flesh thaw and the throb and I relaxed to the pounding ... it was a swirl and I had gooseflesh and shivers and my legs held him. My trunk and psyche, boiling up. I came on him, churning, came on him more, his mind hot on my chest as he fucked into me, again, and hit me hard ... I came on his thick turncock, thinking scenes of the chemist at my waist ... except this was more and more like another place ... then he slowed and rested on me ... waistline to waist ... cunt pilus to strut hair. pop mouse had found his pussy.

Finally, I caught my intimation, we straightened our apparel, I was taking my motion picture back to the Boss 's desk ... hoping he would take Thomas More ... I was sure he would .