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

My first sober boyfriend, got me into enjoying sexual matter. Before him it was talk of the town and more talking ... he made it actual ... the first fourth dimension he kissed me his hand went up my skirt ... I pushed him away, of course, 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 place. I was resting on his shoulder. We were driving along and came to a stop ... his script went to my bare leg and this prison term I let him. We were almost dwelling house ... naught would happen.

He pulled over and parked and kissed me severe ... pulling me against the steering roulette wheel. I was pinned between the wheel and him ... my oral cavity in a osculation ... he stuck his tongue inside ... it was a delectable hot thing in my backtalk ... tasting of the Pepsi we had at the eating house ... I had Dr. Madagascar pepper ... wondered if the smell blended ... I sucked on him and his hand was on me again ... I could n't motivate away being stuck between a wheel and his warm physical structure and his hired man 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 facial expression, short of breath, and hot in question. `` I 'm not that kind of girl, '' I said. `` I want to wait. '' And he drove me home base. I went straight to bed but did n't sleep ... feeling myself, amazed at my body, so slippery ... pushed away my own hand, as I had his ... hoping he was n't mad and would feel me again. I had played hard to get. Now I was prepare to be gotten !

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

Next weekend was very dull in coming. Despite schooling and an after school job, many hours passed before my Fri night ... We went to a motion-picture show and he kissed me safe Nox ... I had wanted more. I wanted him to explore my feelings but he just took me abode. It was for person else to help me : At my after schooling job : my boss, the chemist ... He was too old for me. I knew that. He was n't bounteous or a stud ... no, he was just my hirer. I worked on Sabbatum and he asked me to aid with inventory that night. I got paid by the hour and wanted extra time and was delighted to drop to a greater extent time at the shop. My gaffer put out the `` conclusion '' house, 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 aphrodisiacal girl in form ... and he should know being that he looked at girls all the fourth dimension ! I started wearing more sexy wearing apparel ... shorter skirts, did n't button my blouse all the way up ... ankle joint sock and sometimes no knickers, like this `` inventorying '' Nox. I liked the spirit of secretly being naked underneath ... a kind of cat and mouse thing ... I was the shiner and the big cat were the quietus of the world not knowing my piffling secret. Would they catch me ? Up a ladder counting inventorying along the pill pusher 's ledge soon revealed to him my secret. My boss 's heart got big, his face got red, he got really nice as he looked up at me counting the bottleful and things ... Helping me up the run and down. He was touching exterior my skirt, against my bottom each time I climbed to count. His hand felt nice and I knew why his face was red.

'' I locked the doorway, '' 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 luminosity. In fact it was non-white and people were home. Both his hands helped me down this time. He took me to the backwards room for more `` stock list '' of item that were n't often used. I climbed up one step, he held my script ... '' You 're very pretty, '' said this cat with his sexy mouse in sight ! Or was he the pop mouse and I was his little pussy ? I climbed another footprint and his hand was on my leg. `` I do n't want you to fall, dearest, '' he said. He had never called me that before. I looked to the front end threshold. It was out of sight. He had drawn the mantle of the back elbow room. His helping hand was up my leg to my genitalia ... massaging me to the top gradation. Now I was afraid to issue forth down the ladder. It was like I was sitting on his hand. What a hot hired man he had ... or was it me, hot on his hand ? It did n't take yearn ... .We were both hot !

'' I 've got a camera, '' he said. `` A Polaroid. You can see the motion-picture show right away. rest right there. '' I heard him fumbling and then saw a flash of light. I looked down at the film he was holding as the photo came into sentiment ... My legs and doll and ... Oh ... my little butt and haired slit. He was veracious. I was pretty, and sexy, too. `` Let me subscribe to another, '' he said. `` This time circulate your legs a piddling ... '' `` No, '' I said, shaking my read/write head. `` We should n't be doing this. ''

'' Do n't say that you piddling slut, '' he said. `` You 're a middling girl. Up a ladder showing me your naked cunt, '' he said. That Christian Bible, `` puss, '' was electric. My cunt was a private thing 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 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 waist and this older man was feeling my butt and my front and lifting my hairs, stretching my little slit ... the peel tightened ... it was all darkness, and quiet and sexy ... these hot strange hands all over my front and back. `` Sit on the chair, '' he demanded. So I sat ... '' I 'm taking another motion-picture show ... feel yourself. '' I put my hired man down to protect my twat from his prying eyes and his fucking tv camera ! Why that word came to mind 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 video ... finally I was into it and spread my snatch lips for the lens, rubbed my cunt lips as head, until I was all wet and I came for him to see and photograph. It was a aphrodisiacal setting ... just a minuscule fingering and I was hot and finished ... the pic showed me puffy and wet ...

Then he went to his knees ... to get a best smell, he said ... but he did n't have optic 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 let go him as he kept at me ... it was a glorious, beautiful affair he did to my consistency ... '' I 've made you a woman, tonight, '' he whispered as I came on him and he licked me houseclean ... I wanted him to do it again. It was the best thing in my life that dark 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 '' Department of State of mind. I wanted my boyfriend to do it to me and was desperate how to get him to do it. My gaffer kept `` our '' photos in a box under his desk in the plunk for 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 believe I 'd do that and let an old man issue pictures up my skirt ... [ I did n't exhibit him the really unspoiled 1 ! ] ... I could see he was excited by looking at me in exposure ... that happens to boys, you know. I did n't say him everything the chemist had done ... I still had some mystery. I was shy and wanted my swain to lick my cunt.

'' I want to see you for rattling, '' he said ... '' No, '' I said ... '' Why not ? '' he said. `` Because I 'm not that kind of young lady. '' 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 intelligence again. My private Son ... when he said it, and I knew he loved me, it made me hot all over ... then he pushed me back on the car can. Pushing my wooden leg apart he reached under my bird. `` 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 suggestion and went under my doll like it was nothing, like it was the innate 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 ears urging his font into me ... '' Ooh, Ahh, '' I gasped for breath. He was better than the pill roller. He had a skinny trivial fucking tongue and fucked me with it ... I was bucking at the hip ... his deal were at my waist and then left me, I heard him unbuckle and he kissed me on the sass ... It was my foremost taste of myself ... his sass were all wet with me and we were slobbering on each other when he poked at my puss ... his hands were at me with a lovesome pricking with what he held in his paw ... then he was around my waistline and pushing in me. There was n't room on the seat and I was half on ... half off ... he lifted me at my waistline and darted into my puss ... he was sharp and cutting and hurting and then was inside me. My pussy adjusted, he paused, waiting ... I opened my centre and looked in his ... we were alone and in the dark and I felt filled. Our pilus were rubbing, getting wet, and he began fucking me. Now my script were around him, feeling his butt and his 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 physical structure, there, and the dark night came alert and it was all sex and cock and pussy and feelings rose and fell in me ... his lip at mine, no Pepsi Cola smell, just a swirling tongue and a plunging tool and I came to a dream where my mind was somewhere else, my breath was gone, my anatomy melting and the pound and I relaxed to the pound ... it was a convolution and I had goose bump and shudder and my wooden leg held him. My eubstance and mortal, boiling up. I came on him, churning, came on him more, his brain hot on my pectus as he fucked into me, again, and hit me arduous ... I came on his thick turncock, thinking scenes of the chemist at my shank ... except this was Thomas More and more like another blank space ... then he slowed and rested on me ... waist to waist ... cunt hair to strut haircloth. Daddy mouse had found his pussy.

Finally, I caught my breathing place, we straightened our clothes, I was taking my pictures back to the Boss 's desk ... hoping he would take more than ... I was for certain he would .