1. Collecting my Prescription from the Pharmacist


    Date: 10/11/2017, Categories: First Time, Mature, Sex Humor, Author: CanoePirate, Source: xHamster

    Collecting my Prescription from the Pharmacist I’m a fit 55 year old man and I have a few ailments that require a visit to the Pharmacist every month. A couple of months ago they had employed a new Pharmacist. Catching an occasional glance, she has a pretty face behind a pair of black rimmed glasses. If she stands I only get to see her shoulders above the high counter. She’s about 40 -45 with mousey blonde hair and can only be 5ft 2in may be 5ft 4 and a light frame. I’ve never even spoken to her until today. “I’m sorry to keep you but as you see everyone else has gone. Can I help you?” she asks with a Cornish accent; which I find sexy as hell. Standing before me is a slight, attractive woman. Her white coat is shapely but nothing remarkable. I ask for my prescriptions and she disappears and moments later returns with my ‘box’. “There you go.” I check that everything is there. “Oh I don’t need this. I must have ticked it my mistake. Can you re-use them?” I ask. I’m a little self-conscious as I hand them over to this young woman – young to me anyway. As she takes them she reads the label she says, “Yes I can.” She looks me straight in the eye and as smile forms on her face she asks, “Don’t they work?” I just want to grab my remaining prescriptions and run. “I lost my wife six and a half months ago” I say trying to hold back the tears. She holds my hand and explains that she too had just lost her husband and understands how upsetting it can be. She breaks contact and says she ... must lock up and I start to go when she asks if I would stay. I agree and she locks up. Turning the light off we move into one of their consultation rooms. She removes her white coat and as she hangs it up I notice that she may be small but still has rounded hips and a skinny waist. As she turns her 34 B cup boobs fill her tailored shirt but not overly. “Now,” she says, “I have no personal experience with men and Viagra would you mind if I could ask some questions and maybe see first-hand the effects?” Yes those are the pills I didn’t want. Well as I’ve not had any fun since my wife died I wasn’t going to pass up this opportunity. She opens the packet and hands me a glass of water and a pill. I normally only use half but I was going to make sure I have lead in my pencil so I take a full pill. Taking a note book and a pen she starts asking questions. After a dozen or so questions she asks me to strip off and sit on the examination table so she could examine the results, as the pill takes effect. She pulls a chair with casters and scoots close between my thighs. Taking hold of my flaccid dick she holds it against my stomach. I watch as a brightly painted red fingernail, of her other index finger, strokes the underside of my dick. “Nothing’s happening,” she says. “Give it a minute.” She releases her hold and scooting the chair back she starts removing her tailored shirt and her plain white bra. Her small tits reform to their natural shape and only wobble slightly as she scoots ...
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