The Chemist and I have chemistry…by Phyllisroger.
My first serious 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 hand went up my skirt…I pushed him away, of course, it was what I had to do. A natural reaction…so 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 stop…his hand 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 steering wheel. I was pinned between the wheel and him…my mouth in a kiss…he stuck his tongue inside…it was a delicious hot thing in my mouth…tasting of the Pepsi we had at the restaurant…I had Dr. Pepper…wondered if the flavors blended…I sucked on him and his hand was on me again…I couldn’t move away being stuck between a wheel and his warm body and his 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 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 sleep…feeling myself, amazed at my body, so slippery… pushed away my own hand, as I had his…hoping 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 said…and he wanted to see me again…the 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 night…We went to a movie and he kissed me good night…I 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 chemist…He was too old for me. I knew that. He wasn’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 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 class…and he should know being that he looked at girls all the time! I started wearing more sexy clothes…shorter skirts, didn’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 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 things…Helping 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 crotch…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 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 view…My legs and skirt and…Oh…my 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 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 cunt…the skin tightened…it was all dark, 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 picture…feel 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 know…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 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 scene…just a little fingering and I was hot and finished…the photo showed me puffy and wet…
Then he went to his knees…to get a better look, he said…but 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 me…wouldn’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 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 room…I took out a few and hid them under my blouse on the way out one night…he wouldn’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 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 photos…that happens to boys, you know. I didn’t tell him everything the chemist had done…I 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 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 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 up…I 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 it…I was bucking at the hip…his hands were at my waist and then left me, I heard him unbuckle and he kissed me on the mouth…It was my first taste 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 waist and pushing in me. There wasn’t room on the seat and I was half on…half off…he lifted me at my waist and darted into my cunt…he was sharp and cutting and hurting and then was inside me. My cunt adjusted, he paused, waiting…I opened my eyes 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 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 me…his 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 pounding…it 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 hard…I came on his thick cock, thinking scenes of the chemist at my waist…except this was more and more like another place…then he slowed and rested on me…waist to waist…cunt 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 desk…hoping he would take more… I was sure he would.