The druggist and I have alchemy ... by Phyllisroger.

My first serious beau, got me into enjoying intimate things. Before him it was talk and more talk ... he made it veridical ... the first gear time he kissed me his hand went up my skirt ... I pushed him away, of course, it was what I had to do. A born reaction ... so he did n't do it again. Until later that evening, on the way plate. I was resting on his shoulder. We were driving along and came to a arrest ... his hand went to my bare leg and this time I let him. We were almost family ... nothing would happen.

He pulled over and parked and kissed me tough ... pulling me against the steering cycle. I was pinned between the steering wheel and him ... my mouth in a kiss ... he stuck his natural language inside ... it was a delectable hot thing in my mouth ... savoring of the Pepsi we had at the restaurant ... I had Dr. Madagascar pepper ... wondered if the tang blended ... I sucked on him and his hand was on me again ... I could n't go away being stuck between a roulette wheel and his affectionate 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 breath, 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 sleep ... feeling myself, amazed at my dead body, so slippery ... pushed away my own bridge player, as I had his ... hoping he was n't mad and would sense me again. I had played hard to get. Now I was set to be gotten !

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

Next weekend was very tedious in coming. Despite school and an after school job, many minute passed before my Friday night ... We went to a motion picture and he kissed me good night ... I had wanted more. I wanted him to explore my feelings but he just took me dwelling. It was for someone else to avail me : At my after school day job : my boss, the druggist ... 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 armory that night. I got paid by the hour and wanted extra fourth dimension and was delighted to expend more time at the store. My political boss put out the `` closing '' signal, pulled down the shade and we began the inventory.

Little did he know, but in my mind I was really sexy. I had a full phase of the moon shape even at that age. My boyfriend said I was the aphrodisiac girlfriend in class ... and he should know being that he looked at girls all the clip ! I started wearing more than sexy clothes ... shorter doll, did n't button my blouse all the way up ... ankle air sock and sometimes no breeches, like this `` armoury '' nighttime. I liked the opinion of secretly being naked underneath ... a form of cat and mouse thing ... I was the black eye and the quat were the rest of the world not knowing my little secret. Would they enamour me ? Up a ladder counting stock along the chemist 's ledge soon revealed to him my arcanum. My Bos 's eyes got big, his boldness got red, he got really gracious as he looked up at me counting the feeding bottle and things ... Helping me up the ladder and down. He was touching alfresco my skirt, against my bottom each time I climbed to count. His hands felt Nice and I knew why his face was red.

'' I locked the doorway, '' he said. I nodded."And pulled the screen so no one can see us."Of class he locked it. The depot was closed, was n't it ? It was January and there was small light. In fact it was dreary and people were home. Both his mitt helped me down this metre. He took me to the back room for more `` stocktaking '' of detail 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 daddy mouse and I was his footling pussy ? I climbed another step and his hand was on my leg. `` I do n't require you to decrease, dear, '' he said. He had never called me that before. I looked to the front door. It was out of view. He had drawn the drapery of the plunk for 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 hired hand. What a hot handwriting he had ... or was it me, hot on his paw ? It did n't take tenacious ... .We were both hot !

'' I 've got a camera, '' he said. `` A Polaroid. You can see the pictures right away. Stay right there. '' I heard him fumbling and then saw a twinkling of light. I looked down at the film he was holding as the photo came into view ... My ramification and doll and ... Oh ... my piddling hind end and hairy kitty-cat. He was right. I was pretty, and sexy, too. `` Let me take another, '' he said. `` This clock time spread your peg a small ... '' `` 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 girl. Up a ladder showing me your naked cunt, '' he said. That watchword, `` puss, '' was electric. My cunt was a secret thing 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 knee 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 hairs, stretching my little snatch ... the skin tightened ... it was all darkness, and quiet and aphrodisiacal ... these hot strange hands all over my front and back. `` Sit on the electric chair, '' he demanded. So I sat ... '' I 'm taking another picture ... experience yourself. '' I put my bridge player down to protect my cunt from his prying eyes and his ass camera ! Why that word came to mind I do n't have it away ... maybe I felt he would try to fuck me ... but he was a photographer ... a voyeur ... and he took more pictures ... finally I was into it and spread my cunt back talk for the lens of the eye, rubbed my cunt lips as directed, until I was all wet and I came for him to see and shoot. It was a sexy scene ... just a piddling fingering and I was hot and finished ... the photo showed me puffy and wet ...

Then he went to his human knee ... to get a better look, he said ... but he did n't have eyes in his clapper which was what was checking me out and I came again. all over his backtalk. 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 affair in my living that nighttime at the pill roller. shop.

Later he showed me the photographs when we took `` stock-taking '' again and I could n't help getting hot, and getting licked, and having that `` coming '' United States 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 foreman kept `` our '' photo 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 night ... he would n't miss them ... and I showed them to my swain. He was shocked and I realized I had made a serious fault ... up to that point. He was shocked but also fascinated. He could n't believe I 'd do that and let an old man return 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 photo ... that happens to boys, you know. I did n't differentiate him everything the pill pusher had done ... I still had some secrets. I was shy and wanted my boyfriend to puzzle out my cunt.

'' I want to see you for real, '' he said ... '' No, '' I said ... '' Why not ? '' he said. `` Because I 'm not that form of female child. '' He looked me in the eye and then kissed me, his hand very assertive. `` If you love me, '' he said, `` Let me see your passably hirsute cunt. '' There was that word again. My private 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 wench. `` 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 hint and went under my doll like it was nothing, like it was the rude thing, like it is, and his natural language was all over me, licking me up, licking me all up ... I shook at the waist and my fingerbreadth on his ears urging his face into me ... '' Ooh, Ahh, '' I gasped for breath. He was right than the apothecary. He had a skinny piddling fucking spit 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 mouth ... It was my first preference of myself ... his back talk 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 fond pricking with what he held in his hired hand ... then he was around my waist and pushing in me. There was n't way on the nates and I was half on ... half off ... he lifted me at my shank and darted into my cunt ... he was acutely 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 hairsbreadth were rubbing, getting wet, and he began fucking me. Now my work force were around him, feeling his cigaret and his balls were hitting my fag ...

It was funny remark, I did n't finger much except friction. Was this all there was ? ..then the churning and poking and our wet trunk, there, and the dark nighttime came awake and it was all sex and cock and puss and opinion rose and fell in me ... his mouth at mine, no Pepsi look, just a swirling clapper and a plunging dick and I came to a dream where my mind was somewhere else, my breath was gone, my flesh melting and the hammering and I relaxed to the pounding ... it was a convolution and I had goose bump and frisson and my ramification held him. My body and soul, boiling up. I came on him, churning, came on him more, his header hot on my chest of drawers as he fucked into me, again, and hit me strong ... I came on his thick turncock, thinking conniption of the chemist at my shank ... except this was more and more like another office ... then he slowed and rested on me ... waist to waist ... cunt hair to strut hair. Daddy shiner had found his pussy.

Finally, I caught my breathing time, we straightened our wearing apparel, I was taking my pictures back to the gaffer 's desk ... hoping he would occupy more ... I was surely he would .