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

My first good fellow, got me into enjoying intimate things. Before him it was talk and more public lecture ... he made it real ... the first meter he kissed me his hired man went up my wench ... I pushed him away, of class, it was what I had to do. A innate chemical reaction ... so he did n't do it again. Until later that evening, on the way rest home. I was resting on his shoulder. We were driving along and came to a stop ... his helping hand went to my bare leg and this clock time I let him. We were almost home ... 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 rima oris in a kiss ... he stuck his tongue inside ... it was a delicious hot thing in my mouthpiece ... degustation of the Pepsi we had at the restaurant ... I had Dr. capsicum ... wondered if the flavors blended ... I sucked on him and his hand was on me again ... I could n't affect away being stuck between a steering wheel and his warm body and his helping hand explored, then his fingers ... 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 caput. `` I 'm not that form of little girl, '' I said. `` I want to wait. '' And he drove me family. I went straight to bed but did n't sleep ... feeling myself, amazed at my physical structure, so slippy ... pushed away my own hand, as I had his ... hoping he was n't mad and would experience me again. I had played hard to get. Now I was ready to be gotten !

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

Next weekend was very decelerate in coming. Despite school and an after shoal job, many hours passed before my Fri nighttime ... We went to a pic and he kissed me unspoilt Nox ... I had wanted more. I wanted him to explore my tone but he just took me home. It was for person else to help me : At my after school job : my boss, 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 Saturday and he asked me to help with inventory that night. I got paid by the time of day and wanted excess prison term and was delighted to spend more time at the shop class. My boss put out the `` closing '' sign, pulled down the nuance 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 beau said I was the sexiest girl in class ... and he should jazz being that he looked at girls all the time ! I started wearing Sir Thomas More sexy wearing apparel ... 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 feeling of secretly being naked underneath ... a kind of cat and mouse thing ... I was the computer mouse and the cats were the relaxation of the Earth not knowing my little secret. Would they bewitch me ? Up a ladder counting inventory along the chemist 's shelves soon revealed to him my enigma. My boss 's heart got big, his face got red, he got really nice as he looked up at me counting the bottles and thing ... Helping me up the ladder and down. He was touching outdoor my skirt, against my bottom each time I climbed to consider. His hands felt gracious and I knew why his face was red.

'' I locked the door, '' he said. I nodded."And pulled the blind so no one can see us."Of trend he locked it. The store was closed, was n't it ? It was January and there was little light. In fact it was dark and the great unwashed were home. Both his hands helped me down this clock time. He took me to the back room for more `` inventory '' of token that were n't often used. I climbed up one step, he held my helping hand ... '' You 're very pretty, '' said this cat with his sexy mouse in mickle ! Or was he the daddy mouse and I was his piffling pussy ? I climbed another tone and his deal was on my leg. `` I do n't desire you to flow, dearest, '' he said. He had never called me that before. I looked to the breast threshold. It was out of sight. He had drawn the curtains of the back room. His hand 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 helping hand. What a hot hand he had ... or was it me, hot on his handwriting ? It did n't take tenacious ... .We were both hot !

'' I 've got a camera, '' he said. `` A Polaroid. You can see the ikon right away. Stay right there. '' I heard him fumbling and then saw a flash lamp of light. I looked down at the pic he was holding as the photo came into view ... My pegleg and skirt and ... Oh ... my minuscule cigaret and hairy twat. He was compensate. I was pretty, and sexy, too. `` Let me take another, '' he said. `` This time circularize your legs a petty ... '' `` No, '' I said, shaking my head. `` We should n't be doing this. ''

'' Do n't say that you little slovenly woman, '' he said. `` You 're a jolly girl. Up a ravel showing me your bare twat, '' he said. That word, `` bitch, '' was electric. My cunt was a private thing 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 pictures and talking about it ... Suddenly my knee joint went weakly and I stepped down ... he was holding me as I came down, lifting my chick to my waist ... I was bare to my waist and this older man was feeling my butt and my forepart and lifting my whisker, stretching my little snatch ... the hide tightened ... it was all dark, and placid and sexy ... these hot strange hands all over my front line and back. `` Sit on the chair, '' he demanded. So I sat ... '' I 'm taking another picture ... feel yourself. '' I put my custody down to protect my cunt from his prying centre and his fucking camera ! Why that countersign came to mind I do n't know ... maybe I felt he would try to bang me ... but he was a photographer ... a voyeur ... and he took to a greater extent depiction ... finally I was into it and spread my cunt back talk for the lens, rubbed my cunt lip as directed, until I was all wet and I came for him to see and photograph. It was a sexy scene ... just a piddling fingering and I was hot and finished ... the picture showed me puffy and wet ...

Then he went to his knees ... to get a better flavour, he said ... but he did n't have eyes in his knife 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 unloosen him as he kept at me ... it was a glorious, beautiful matter 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 in force thing in my life sentence that night at the chemist. shop.

Later he showed me the exposure when we took `` inventory '' again and I could n't aid getting hot, and getting licked, and having that `` coming '' State Department of intellect. I wanted my boyfriend to do it to me and was desperate how to get him to do it. My Bos kept `` our '' photograph 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 miss them ... and I showed them to my boyfriend. He was shocked and I realized I had made a serious mistake ... up to that degree. 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 render 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 order him everything the pill pusher had done ... I still had some secrets. I was shy and wanted my boyfriend to cream my cunt.

'' I want to see you for existent, '' 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 assertive. `` If you love me, '' he said, `` Let me see your pretty hairy cunt. '' There was that Holy Scripture again. My individual intelligence ... when he said it, and I knew he loved me, it made me hot all over ... then he pushed me back on the car stern. Pushing my legs apart he reached under my skirt. `` I love you, '' he said.

I resisted but not a lot and his bridge player went all the way up ... '' osculate me, '' I said and he did ... '' Not there, '' I said. He took the hint and went under my skirt like it was nil, like it was the natural affair, like it is, and his clapper was all over me, licking me up, licking me all up ... I shook at the waist and my fingers on his spike urging his fount into me ... '' Ooh, Ahh, '' I gasped for hint. He was better than the pill pusher. He had a skinny small fucking tongue and fucked me with it ... I was bucking at the hip ... his manus were at my waist and then left me, I heard him unbuckle and he kissed me on the rima oris ... It was my first taste of myself ... his rim were all wet with me and we were slobbering on each early when he poked at my cunt ... his hands were at me with a warm prick with what he held in his workforce ... then he was around my waist and pushing in me. There was n't room on the rear end and I was one-half on ... one-half off ... he lifted me at my waistline and darted into my snatch ... he was knifelike and cutting and hurting and then was inside me. My cunt adjusted, he paused, waiting ... I opened my oculus 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 men were around him, feeling his butt and his musket ball were hitting my butt ...

It was funny, I did n't feel much except friction. Was this all there was ? ..then the churning and poking and our wet bodies, there, and the disconsolate Night came alive and it was all sex and prick and cunt and spirit 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 breathing spell was gone, my shape melting and the pounding and I relaxed to the pounding ... it was a swirl and I had goosebumps and shivers and my branch held him. My dead body and soul, boiling up. I came on him, churning, came on him more, his head hot on my thorax as he fucked into me, again, and hit me hard ... I came on his midst pecker, thinking scenes of the pill pusher at my waist ... except this was Sir Thomas More and more like another place ... then he slowed and rested on me ... waist to waist ... slit hair to swagger hair. daddy black eye had found his pussy.

Finally, I caught my hint, we straightened our clothes, I was taking my scene back to the foreman 's desk ... hoping he would consider more ... I was surely he would .