Me and my Chemist_(1)

The Chemist and I have chemistryby Phyllisroger.

My first serious boyfriend, got me into enjoying sexual things. Before him it was talk and more talkhe made it realthe first time he kissed me his hand went up my skirtI pushed him away, of course, it was what I had to do. A natural reactionso he didn't do it again. Until later that evening, on the way home. I was resting on his shoulder. We were driving along and came to a stophis hand went to my bare leg and this time I let him. We were almost homenothing would happen.

He pulled over and parked and kissed me hardpulling me against the steering wheel. I was pinned between the wheel and himmy mouth in a kisshe stuck his tongue insideit was a delicious hot thing in my mouthtasting of the Pepsi we had at the restaurantI had Dr. Pepperwondered if the flavors blendedI sucked on him and his hand was on me againI couldn't move away being stuck between a wheel and his warm body and his hand explored, then his fingersI was playing hard to get but he got me and got in me and I squirmed awayred 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 didn't sleepfeeling myself, amazed at my body, so slippery pushed away my own hand, as I had hishoping he wasn't mad and would feel 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 won't happen again, he saidand he wanted to see me againthe 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 nightWe went to a movie and he kissed me good nightI had wanted more. I wanted him to explore my feelings but he just took me home. It was for someone else to help me: At my after school job: my boss, the chemistHe was too old for me. I knew that. He wasn't handsome or a studno, he was just my boss. I worked on Saturday and he asked me to help with inventory that night. I got paid by the hour and wanted extra time and was delighted to spend more time at the shop. My boss put out the "closing" sign, 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 sexiest girl in classand he should know being that he looked at girls all the time! I started wearing more sexy clothesshorter skirts, didn't button my blouse all the way upankle socks and sometimes no knickers, like this "inventory" night. I liked the feeling of secretly being naked underneatha kind of cat and mouse thingI was the mouse and the cats were the rest of the world not knowing my little secret. Would they catch me? Up a ladder counting inventory along the chemist's shelves soon revealed to him my secret. My boss's eyes got big, his face got red, he got really nice as he looked up at me counting the bottles and thingsHelping me up the ladder and down. He was touching outside 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 door," he said. I nodded. “And pulled the blinds so no one can see us.” Of course he locked it. The store was closed, wasn't it? It was January and there was little light. In fact it was dark and people were home. Both his hands helped me down this time. He took me to the back room for more "inventory" of items that weren't often used. I climbed up one step, he held my hand"You're very pretty," said this cat with his sexy mouse in sight! Or was he the daddy mouse and I was his little pussy? I climbed another step and his hand was on my leg. "I don't want you to fall, honey," he said. He had never called me that before. I looked to the front door. It was out of sight. He had drawn the curtains of the back room. His hand was up my leg to my crotchmassaging 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 hador was it me, hot on his hand? It didn't take long.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 flash of light. I looked down at the film he was holding as the photo came into viewMy legs and skirt andOhmy little butt and hairy pussy. He was right. I was pretty, and sexy, too. "Let me take another," he said. "This time spread your legs a little" "No," I said, shaking my head. "We shouldn't be doing this."

"Don't say that you little slut," he said. "You're a pretty girl. Up a ladder showing me your naked cunt," he said. That word, "cunt," was electric. My cunt was a private thing and I only called it that with one or two girlfriends. My boyfriend had felt itbut only onceand here was this man taking pictures and talking about itSuddenly my knees went weak and I stepped downhe was holding me as I came down, lifting my skirt to my waistI was bare to my waist and this older man was feeling my butt and my front and lifting my hairs, stretching my little cuntthe skin tightenedit was all dark, and quiet and sexythese hot strange hands all over my front and back. "Sit on the chair," he demanded. So I sat"I'm taking another picturefeel yourself." I put my hands down to protect my cunt from his prying eyes and his fucking camera! Why that word came to mind I don't knowmaybe I felt he would try to fuck mebut he was a photographera voyeurand he took more picturesfinally I was into it and spread my cunt lips for the lens, rubbed my cunt lips as directed, until I was all wet and I came for him to see and photograph. It was a sexy scenejust a little fingering and I was hot and finishedthe photo showed me puffy and wet

Then he went to his kneesto get a better look, he saidbut he didn't have eyes 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 mewouldn't release him as he kept at meit 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 cleanI 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 couldn'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 boss kept "our" photos in a box under his desk in the back roomI took out a few and hid them under my blouse on the way out one nighthe wouldn't miss themand I showed them to my boyfriend. He was shocked and I realized I had made a serious mistakeup to that point. He was shocked but also fascinated. He couldn't believe I'd do that and let an old man take pictures up my skirt[I didn't show him the really good ones! ]I could see he was excited by looking at me in photosthat happens to boys, you know. I didn't tell him everything the chemist had doneI still had some secrets. I was shy and wanted my boyfriend to lick 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 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 word again. My private wordwhen he said it, and I knew he loved me, it made me hot all overthen he pushed me back on the car seat. Pushing my legs apart he reached under my skirt. "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 skirt like it was nothing, like it was the natural thing, like it is, and his tongue was all over me, licking me up, licking me all upI shook at the waist and my fingers on his ears urging his face into me"Ooh, Ahh," I gasped for breath. He was better than the chemist. He had a skinny little fucking tongue and fucked me with itI was bucking at the hiphis hands were at my waist and then left me, I heard him unbuckle and he kissed me on the mouthIt was my first taste of myselfhis lips were all wet with me and we were slobbering on each other when he poked at my cunthis hands were at me with a warm pricking with what he held in his handsthen he was around my waist and pushing in me. There wasn't room on the seat and I was half onhalf offhe lifted me at my waist and darted into my cunthe was sharp and cutting and hurting and then was inside me. My cunt adjusted, he paused, waitingI opened my eyes and looked in hiswe were alone and in the dark 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 balls were hitting my butt

It was funny, I didn't feel much except friction. Was this all there was?..then the churning and poking and our wet bodies, there, and the dark night came alive and it was all sex and cock and cunt and feelings rose and fell in mehis mouth 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 breath was gone, my flesh melting and the pounding and I relaxed to the poundingit was a swirl and I had goosebumps and shivers and my legs held him. My body and soul, boiling up. I came on him, churning, came on him more, his head hot on my chest as he fucked into me, again, and hit me hardI came on his thick cock, thinking scenes of the chemist at my waistexcept this was more and more like another placethen he slowed and rested on mewaist to waistcunt hair to cock hair. Daddy mouse had found his pussy.

Finally, I caught my breath, we straightened our clothes, I was taking my pictures back to the Boss's deskhoping he would take more I was sure he would.