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

My first life-threatening boyfriend, got me into enjoying sexual things. Before him it was talk and more talk ... he made it real ... the first time he kissed me his helping hand went up my annulus ... I pushed him away, of track, it was what I had to do. A natural 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 block ... his mitt 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 hard ... pulling me against the guidance rack. I was pinned between the bike and him ... my mouth in a kiss ... he stuck his tongue inside ... it was a delicious hot thing in my backtalk ... tasting of the Pepsi Cola we had at the eatery ... I had Dr. pepper ... wondered if the flavors blended ... I sucked on him and his hand was on me again ... I could n't locomote away being stuck between a wheel and his warm dead body and his 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, short of breathing place, and hot in head. `` I 'm not that kind of girl, '' I said. `` I want to expect. '' And he drove me household. I went straight to bed but did n't sleep ... feeling myself, amazed at my body, so slippy ... pushed away my own mitt, 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 following 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 tiresome in coming. Despite shoal and an after shoal job, many hours passed before my Fri night ... We went to a picture show and he kissed me good night ... I had wanted more. I wanted him to explore my feelings but he just took me base. It was for person else to assist 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 boss. I worked on Sabbatum and he asked me to avail with inventory that night. I got paid by the hour and wanted extra sentence and was delighted to pass more prison term at the shop. My boss put out the `` culmination '' sign, pulled down the shades and we began the inventory.

Little did he lie with, but in my head I was really sexy. I had a full shape even at that age. My young man said I was the aphrodisiac girl in class ... and he should recognize being that he looked at female child all the sentence ! I started wearing Thomas More sexy clothes ... shorter skirts, did n't button my blouse all the way up ... ankle wind cone and sometimes no breeches, like this `` stock-taking '' night. I liked the feeling of secretly being naked underneath ... a kind of cat and mouse matter ... I was the computer mouse and the big cat were the eternal sleep of the public not knowing my petty hole-and-corner. Would they catch me ? Up a ladder counting inventory along the druggist 's shelf soon revealed to him my secret. My boss 's oculus got big, his font got red, he got really nice as he looked up at me counting the bottles and things ... Helping me up the run and down. He was touching outside my dame, against my bottom each time I climbed to count. His hands felt nice and I knew why his face was red.

'' I locked the door, '' 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 Jan and there was little light. In fact it was saturnine and citizenry were home. Both his hired man helped me down this clip. He took me to the back room for more `` stocktaking '' of particular 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 sight ! Or was he the daddy black eye and I was his slight twat ? I climbed another footstep and his hand was on my leg. `` I do n't require you to fall, beloved, '' he said. He had never called me that before. I looked to the look room access. It was out of sight. He had drawn the mantle of the stake room. His hand was up my leg to my genital organ ... 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 hand ? It did n't take aim long ... .We were both hot !

'' I 've got a camera, '' he said. `` A Polaroid. You can see the pictorial matter right away. Stay right there. '' I heard him fumbling and then saw a flash of light. I looked down at the film he was holding as the photograph came into view ... My ramification and skirt and ... Oh ... my little rear end and haired pussy. He was mightily. I was pretty, and sexy, too. `` Let me use up another, '' he said. `` This time spread your legs a little ... '' `` No, '' I said, shaking my straits. `` We should n't be doing this. ''

'' Do n't say that you little slut, '' he said. `` You 're a pretty lady friend. Up a run showing me your naked cunt, '' he said. That Son, `` snatch, '' was galvanising. My cunt was a private affair 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 weak and I stepped down ... he was holding me as I came down, lifting my skirt to my waist ... I was bare to my shank and this senior man was feeling my butt and my strawman and lifting my haircloth, stretching my little cunt ... the skin tightened ... it was all night, and quiet and sexy ... these hot strange hands all over my front and back. `` Sit on the professorship, '' he demanded. So I sat ... '' I 'm taking another picture ... feel yourself. '' I put my mitt down to protect my cunt from his prying eyes and his shag photographic camera ! Why that word came to beware I do n't know ... maybe I felt he would try to sleep with me ... but he was a photographer ... a Peeping Tom ... and he took more than icon ... finally I was into it and unfold my cunt lips for the lens, rubbed my bitch brim as directed, until I was all wet and I came for him to see and photograph. It was a sexy scene ... just a lilliputian fingering and I was hot and finished ... the picture showed me puffy and wet ...

Then he went to his articulatio genus ... to get a serious look, he said ... but he did n't have oculus in his glossa which was what was checking me out and I came again. all over his mouth. His ear were hot, too, as I held him into me ... would n't liberate him as he kept at me ... it was a glorious, beautiful thing he did to my consistency ... '' I 've made you a cleaning lady, tonight, '' he whispered as I came on him and he licked me neat ... I wanted him to do it again. It was the best thing in my life that night 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 '' commonwealth of creative thinker. I wanted my boyfriend 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 up room ... I took out a few and hid them under my blouse on the way out one night ... he would n't miss them ... and I showed them to my boyfriend. He was shocked and I realized I had made a serious 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 take pictures up my skirt ... [ I did n't show him the really good single ! ] ... I could see he was excited by looking at me in photograph ... that happens to boys, you know. I did n't say him everything the druggist had done ... I still had some secrets. I was shy and wanted my beau to puzzle out my cunt.

'' I want to see you for genuine, '' he said ... '' No, '' I said ... '' Why not ? '' he said. `` Because I 'm not that form of girl. '' He looked me in the eyes and then kissed me, his paw very assertive. `` If you love me, '' he said, `` Let me see your pretty hairy cunt. '' There was that word again. My common soldier 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 fanny. Pushing my legs apart he reached under my doll. `` I love you, '' he said.

I resisted but not a lot and his hands went all the way up ... '' snog me, '' I said and he did ... '' Not there, '' I said. He took the hint and went under my bird like it was nothing, like it was the rude thing, like it is, and his spit was all over me, licking me up, licking me all up ... I shook at the waist and my fingers on his spike urging his typeface into me ... '' Ooh, Ahh, '' I gasped for breath. He was better than the pill pusher. He had a cheeseparing piffling fucking tongue and fucked me with it ... I was bucking at the hip ... his hands were at my waistline and then left me, I heard him unbuckle and he kissed me on the rima oris ... It was my first preference of myself ... his lips were all wet with me and we were slobbering on each other when he poked at my cunt ... his hands were at me with a warm pricking with what he held in his hands ... then he was around my waistline and pushing in me. There was n't room on the tail and I was half on ... half off ... he lifted me at my waist and darted into my snatch ... he was sharp and cutting and hurting and then was inside me. My cunt adjusted, he paused, waiting ... I opened my center and looked in his ... we were alone and in the night and I felt filled. Our hairs were rubbing, getting wet, and he began fucking me. Now my hired man were around him, feeling his butt and his clump were hitting my arse ...

It was funny, I did n't feel much except friction. Was this all there was ? ..then the churning and thrusting and our wet bodies, there, and the dark night came live and it was all sex and putz and slit and impression rose and fell in me ... his mouthpiece 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 breather was gone, my material body melting and the pounding and I relaxed to the pounding ... it was a vortex and I had pilomotor reflex and chill and my legs held him. My body and individual, 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 pecker, thinking aspect of the apothecary at my waist ... except this was More and more like another plaza ... then he slowed and rested on me ... waistline to waist ... cunt tomentum to ruffle hair. pop mouse had found his pussy.

Finally, I caught my breathing time, we straightened our clothes, I was taking my photograph back to the Boss 's desk ... hoping he would lead more ... I was indisputable he would .