Where it happened: Drug Store
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 6
Category: Straight
This happed way back in 1964, when I was 17. I was working as a clerk in a family drug store in our town to earn some extra money.I worked after school and evenings. I also was in charge of the soda fountains they had in those days. The druggist who operated the store, Mr. Clemson, was a friend of my Grandfather’s and he hired me.He was kind of elderly and was looking toward retirement, or at least for a schedule where he could take more time off, instead of being there 12 hours a day. So, one day he told me that he had hired a new pharmacist, fresh out of college (Ferris State College — now a University — in Michigan). About a week later, Mr. Clemson introduced me to Bill (I won’t tell his last name). He was probably 24 or 25, maybe slightly older. I was told he had apprenticed for about a year at another place, after graduation. Anyway, he was really handsome. Not overly tall. About 5’10 or 11.” Dark hair and wavy. He usually came on duty around 4:00 in the afternoon and stayed until our closing time, which was usually 10:00 P.M. There was another clerk, Mrs. ________, who also worked part time,but very often, Bill,and I were the only two there in the late afternoon and evening.We got to know each other real well. We talked a lot together when he wasn’t busy filling prescriptions. Some evenings were slow, and we just stood near each other in back of the counter by the cash register. One evening after Bill had worked there probably 6 or 7 months, we were closing the store,turning out the lights,locking the front door, reconciling the cash register, and preparing to leave. I was straightening out a few things at the soda fountain,when Bill appeared. He had taken off his white pharmacists coat and was just wearing his pants, shirt and pullover sweater.He came quite close to me and then put his arms around me, and kissed me on the lips.I was quite surprised, but it sure felt good. At the time, I had sort of a boyfriend, but not a steady one, and we had kissed a few times, but it was never anything like this. Soon his tongue was inside my mouth, swirling around mine, and I found myself doing the same. He hugged me closely and we just sort of pushed our bodies against each other. I could feel his erect penis in his pants. Finally, he said, “C’mon, let’s go back here,” and he led me into the pharmacy room.The lights were still on, but he turned them off as we entered.It was dark, except for a little night light that was left on. Soon we were up against the big cabinet with all the drawers where the pills were kept, and he was kissing me again, and putting his hands around my butt, pulling me closer. Then, he said, “Cathy, have you ever had sex before?” I told him No. “Would you like to?” he asked. It was the 60s, of course, and I was hearing and reading a lot about sex in those days, so I said I was not sure, but I didn’t want to get pregnant. Bill said, “You don’t have to get pregnant. We’ll use protection.” And then he went over to the big drawer where the condoms (rubbers) were kept in those days (They weren’t out on display like they are nowadays),and came back with a three pack of Trojans. Well, to cut to the chase, as they say these days, I was soon out of my skirt and panties and he had his pants and shorts off, and after rolling on rubber onto his shaft, we had sex. (In those days we didn’t say the F-word, and I still have a problem with it)It was my very first time. And Bill was very gentle, pushing into my vagina very gradually, and after an intial whimper on my part, he began to go fasterand faster. He asked me if it felt good. I told him Yes, and then I could feel a warmth come into the condom. He had ejaculated — and then he came again and again! It felt wonderful.I spoke his name softly, and said, “Please keepi it in me, I love it.” We were there, making love, for probably a half hour or 45 minutes. Bill drove me home that night and I had a hard time falling asleep when I went to bed. It had been my first sexual encounter. And I had enjoyed it. In fact, I couldn’t wait to do it again. I’ve been happily married for many years now, and have several children, but every once in awhile I think back fondly to that night with Bill in the drug store.
Oh, by the way, I happened to find this site on the computer in my youngest son’s room. He’s 22 and still lives with us. Some of these stories are very interesting.
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