Store Girl

I’m not a writer. I’m sure this story is filled with bad grammar. I just have to tell this. It was something that just doesn’t happen to me. I’m 36, divorced. I’m overweight. I’m hairy. Things like this just don’t happen to guys like me.

I had slept all day. A product of a busy week and not enough sleep, I woke up about 11pm. Hungry, I realized I didn’t have much to eat at home, or rather nothing I was really hungry for available to eat. Being a Sunday night, there wasn’t really anything open for takeout. Sure, I could have gone to Denny’s or something, but that didn’t seem appetizing to me either. I just bit the bullet, threw on some jeans and t-shirt and headed down to the 24hr grocery store.

There was hardly a soul in the place. The night shift crew was mostly busy stocking for the week. I grabbed a basket and made my rounds. I wasn’t going to buy much, just a few items to get me through a couple of days. I made my way through the store and ended up purchasing more than I had planned. As I walked up to the checkout, no one was even there to check me out. I unloaded my basket. As I did, a group of young 20s walked in and headed toward the frozen dessert isle. They were mostly in cover-ups and short-shorts/tank-tops, obviously having come from the pool. You could see the bikini tops on underneath and their damp hair pulled up. They didn’t even glance at me.

As I finished unloading my basket onto the belt, another woman entered. She was tattooed across her upper back, over her shoulders and around her collarbones. She also had a bikini top on with a cover up over it that was really sheer. She looked totally intoxicated and very rough in general. I thought maybe she was with the girls, perhaps an older sister or something. However, she walked right past me toward the other side of the store to the beer isle. As she walked, I couldn’t help but noticed her sheer cover up did nothing to hide her ass. I was clear she was either bottomless or wearing a very small thong. Either way, I wasn’t really attracted to her. I normally go for “clean” girls…nice looking, well educated, take-home-to-mom type women. Also, she was a little bit overweight. Even though I am too, I’m not really attracted to women that are. I know, I’m a hypocrite, but it’s just me.

Still waiting, I stepped out of line and looked down one the isles and waved at an employee. He glanced up at me annoyingly and walked to check me out. As he arrived to check me out, the tattooed woman walked up beside me in line. She reeked of marijuana, her eyes were blood-shot and she wasn’t even wearing anything on her feet. Definitely white trash! Another man joined  line behind her.

My groceries ended up in 3 large paper bags. It was more than I could carry so I left one bag there and ran the first two out to my car and came back in to get my last bag. She had paid for her beer and looked at me as we passed, the pungent odor pot hitting me again. As she exited the other man smirked.

I commented to the other guy that she reeked of pot. He cracked up and said, “She had a joint in her hand.”

I grabbed my last bag and walked out. The woman was walking slowly through the parking lot. I walked back toward my car. She was kind of all over the place and turned toward me and slowly changed her direction toward my car. I knew what was coming. I knew she was going to ask for money or something.

“Hey…can you give me a ride to my apartment? I’m just like two blocks away but my feet hurt.”I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself. “It’s just right over there. I just don’t want to walk.”

“How attached are you to that joint there?” I said back to her. Confused she looked down to her hand and realized she had the roach still there alongside her pack of cigarettes.

“You want to smoke with me?” she asked.

“No, I don’t do that stuff. And  I don’t allow drugs in my car either. I’ll give you a ride home but not with the pot.”

You could see the dilemma running in her head as she weighed the choices. I loaded my groceries in my car and shut the door and walked around toward the driver side.

“Well, can I smoke it real fast?” she asked.

She sat down next to my car, on the pavement, bare ass and all, and took out her lighter and lit the roach. She took a couple of hits and then offered to me. I shook it off and she took another drag. She coughed a couple of times and began making small talk, asking my name and what I did for a living. I told her I was a TRN and gave her my middle name as my first, just as a means of proving some distance. No one except my mother calls me my middle name. She took another deep drag and rubbed out the rest of her joint. She tried to stand but couldn’t quite make it and instinctively I offered her my hand to help her stand. She took it and rose and fell into me a bit. She walked around to the front passenger door and sat in my car. I cursed myself for allowing this to occur. I had never picked up a hitchhiker before. I couldn’t believe I was helping her.

She sat in my car, her beer in her lap. As I sat, I could so clearly smell the pot on her. I was so pissed that my nice clean car now smelled like pot. I quickly rolled down the windows to air it out. She gave me directions toward her apartment which was a bit further than she said. Still, I just wanted to get her there and get her out of my car.

We arrived a long couple of minutes later at her place. Surprisingly, it wasn’t horrible. It was a well maintained smaller apartment complex.

“Just pull in there” she directed. I pulled in and parked. “You can come in if you want.”

“You don’t even know me.”I said. “It’s ok. You gave me a ride. ”Her logic was not sound. She was obviously not the sharpest woman in town. Still, I wasn’t really interested in anything but getting her out of my car. “Come in” she said slapping me on my thigh. I still don’t know why I did.

I followed her to her door and she opened the door and walked in. There was no lock, no keys. She obviously wasn’t at all concerned with her safety, but I was.

Her apartment wasn’t half bad. It was actually decorated pretty well. It was a little dirty with clothes on the floor, empty Mountain Dew bottles and some cans of beer lying around. The worst thing though was the smell of the smoke in there. You could smell both the weed and the cigarette. The ashtray on the table didn’t help thing either. She walked in and straight to the bathroom, kinda stumbling as she did. She didn’t close the door and I could hear her peeing. It was just so surreal.

“You can have a beer,” she yelled out as I heard her spinning the roll of tolietpaper.

I grabbed one and realized that her idea of a beer was one of those apple cider beers. Personally, I’m not a fan. I like good old American light beers like Bud light, Coors light, Miller, ect. I’m not even a fan of IPAs or craft beers. Still, I opened one and sipped it as I heard the toilet flush.

She walked out fixing her cover-up  down as she did. She looked so rough in the light of the apartment. She grabbed the six-pack and walked around toward the couch. I followed. She kicked some clothes on the floor off to the side and sat down. I sat down next to her.

“Thanks for the ride.”

“Thanks for the drink.” I said back. She light a cigarette and offered me one from the box. I peered into the box and noticed a small bag of week still in it. “No thank you. I don’t smoke. I see you are in no short supple of weed though.”

“Yeah, sorry. I wasn’t about to get rid of all of it.” She curled her feet up on the couch. The blackness of her feet was epic. Her position also gave me a slight glimpse of a camel toe. Until then, I was fairly sure she was commando. I just shook my head.

“What? It’s not like you would have gotten arrested or anything.”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s illegal and I don’t like it in my car.”

“Sorry. I can make it up to you.”

Shocked and perplexed I shuddered “How’s that?”

“I don’t know. I’ll give you a blow job if you want.”

I was again shocked and couldn’t find the words to respond. Instantly though, I got hard. As I said, this kind of thing never happens to guys like me.

“You want one?”

“Uhhh.  Geeze, I don’t know. Yes, I guess.”

She took a drag of her cigarette and then flicked the cherry off of it carefully. She took a swig of her apple beer and set it down. She fumbled to change positions and plopped down on her stomach as she started undoing my jeans’ zipper.

Any guy knows, while fun to get anytime, through the zipper is not that great. I quickly undid my belt and jeans.  She immediately took me in her mouth. It had been at least 4 months since the last time I was with a woman. Her mouth felt so good on me.  I did the guy thing and the hand wen to the back of her head. I know women don’t like that so I consciously slid my hand down her back. She repositioned and slid off the couch onto her knees in front of me, barely breaking contact with my dick. She kept bobbing on me and I just couldn’t believe I was doing this.

The zipper was kind of cutting into me a little so I stopped her to adjust. She looked confused until I slid my jean and underwear down to my ankles and sat back on the couch.

“Don’t fucking cum in my mouth, though.” She told me. It was kind of odd that she said it the way she did. I literally had “known” her for 10min and I couldn’t resist asking “Why?” She stopped and looked up confused at me and said “I don’t know. You can if you want” and then returned to my dick. It was just so odd for me.

I don’t know what got into me but I just decided to take it as far as I could so I stopped her again, pulling her off me briefly. She peered up at me confused and I bent forward and tried pulling her cover-up off. It kind of got stuck as I did (I wasn’t very smooth) and she helped by adjusting it and peeling it off and tossing it to the side. She leaned back in but I blocked her and untied the neck strap to her black bikini top. She, in turn, reached back and undid the back strap and pulled the top off and tossed it with the cover-up. Her right nipple had a stud through it and there were initials just above the nipple in that old, shitty green tattoo ink. She pulled her hair back into a pony tail with both hands and I reached out and kneaded her tits as she twisted her pony tail around and around to keep it together.

When she was done she looked up at me through her highly intoxicated glare and I sat back into the couch so she could continue with the blowjob. It had been a while so I was quickly right at the edge of blowing my load on her. But, I wanted to hold off for as long as I could so I stopped her. She was puzzled.

“I close. I don’t want to do it yet” I said. “Why?”

For the life of me, I have no idea where it came from. I had NEVER done anything like it before, but I reached out and slapped her face hard. I don’t know where I got the balls to do it, it just happened. I can’t explain it. She sucked in a huge gasp of air and pulled her head back staring at me in disbelief and fear, grabbing at her face where I struck her.

“I’m sorry” I quickly yelled. “I didn’t mean to. “ She just sat there rubbing her face not knowing what to do. “I don’t know why I did that. I just…don’t know. I didn’t mean to hurt you or anything; it’s just, it…you turned me and it was much better in my head. I…I’m sorry” I clamored.

She continued to rub her cheek and then pulled her hand down. I could see the red imprint of my hand along with 2 of my fingers right across her check. I felt horrible and really turned on. But then she leaned a little forward and turn the cheek to me again and said, “It’s ok.” This time, I was confused. I didn’t know exactly what this all meant, so I asked her bluntly: “Can…Can I do it again” She paused for a second then shook her head yes. I was dumbfounded, but she added, “just not as hard”. I agreed. But I didn’t know how to slap her again. It was just so random that I did it in the first place. Still, I don’t know why, but I really wanted to do it again, so I did. I don’t know if it was harder or softer than the first time, but I connected pretty good and she gasped again and her eyes watered as she returned to face to meet mine as she rubbed it again.

“Do you like it?” I asked her. “No…I don’t, I mean, its Ok but I don’t like it”. I still don’t know whether she did or didn’t, but I was afraid she would shy away from another one and I wanted to do it again. This time I reached out with my left hand and struck her other cheek. It didn’t connect very well so I did it again really fast before she could think. The second one really connected well and she leaned back away from me and rubbed it as the tears ran down her face.

I leaned forward and kicked my flip flops off and kicked out of my jeans and underwear that were still around my ankles. I searched for my wallet. Yes, I still carry a condom in my wallet. I’m a single man and it’s convenient to have one at the ready. Childish yes, but necessary, particularly this evening.

She saw what I pulled out but before she could protest, I yanked her up by her upper arm onto me and the couch. Her thong cover ass was right across my lap. I could see a slight smudge mark on her cheeks from where she sat on the asphalt at the store. Without warning I started to spank her ass. But it wasn’t the smooth spanking you see in pornos. I did it rapidly, like a machine gun or something, hitting both butt cheeks. She flailed her legs and moaned in pain as they quickly reddened and warmed under my hand. My hand began to sting a bit too.

I pulled her panties to the side and slid a finger inside her. She was moist. The surround skin was rough and I could tell that while she normally shaves, it had been at least a day or two since she last did. Still, I didn’t care and I fingered her hard and deep. It definitely was not sexy…any of this.

I pulled her panties off her legs and smack and grabbed/pinched her ass really hard and I could see the darker area around her asshole and the pert little rosebud. I slid her off my lap and tore open the condom. She started to turn over but I smacked her ass and she took the hint. I ‘quickly’ rolled the condom on (they never go on smooth or quickly) and I knelt up behind her. I slid in easily, but it was sloppy. I pumped a couple of times and thin slipped out. Did it again with the same result. Finally, we got a little rhythm and I really started fucking her. And I didn’t care about if she was enjoying it like I had with every single one of my other partners/lovers. I just didn’t care.

I reached around and grabbed her tits and pulled and kneaded them roughly. I pulled at her nipple stud so bad that I felt her hand grab mine to stop me from doing it. I took her message and let go and took a more strong balance for deeper thrust into her by straightening my back. I couldn’t resist slapping her ass again, enjoying the red hand print I left.

She dropped her arms so her head was flat on the couch arm rest. This gave her ass more of an arch. I slipped out when she did so I paused to guide myself back in. She reached back and parted her ass a bit and seeing her little rosebud there, I slid my slightly pussyjuice moistened thumb right inside. She yelped a bit but I slid right back inside her and pounded away. It was only a few seconds more and I came so hard, my thumb still buried in her ass. It was one of those orgasms where you keep pumping even though its subsiding. Finally done, I pulled my thumb out of her ass and then my dick and collapsed back into the couch totally exhausted and sucking air hard.

She stayed for another few second like that, on her knees, her head resting on the couch’s arm rest, before sliding back and into the couch.  We stayed like that for a few minutes, not saying a word to each other, just recovering. I hadn’t even taken off the condom. Finally, she leaned forward and found her cigarette case, took one and lit it. I didn’t say a word and suddenly felt disgusted with an overwhelming urge to get the hell out of there.

I waited till she finished her cigarette and slid down and laid her head on the arm rest again before I made a move to get up. I was still semi-erect with the used condom on me when I did. I pulled the condom off and picked up my clothes off the floor and made my way around the couch toward the bathroom. She watched as I rounded it. With one more ballsy move, I slid my cum covered dick up to her face. She kept her mouth closed and sort of retracted her head away from it but when I didn’t relent and it touched her lips, she slowly parted her lip (probably to protest) and I slid it inside her mouth. She reluctantly suck and licked my dick clean. And it felt so good…that after orgasm, so sensitive feeling. She only did it a few seconds before I couldn’t take it any more and pulled out. I walked to her bathroom and, shutting the door, took a nice piss. I washed my dick anyway, with her hand soap, put on my clothes and walked out.

As I walked back into the livingroom to leave, she was just started to step into her sheer cover-up. I walked around and stopped her and she dropped it back to the floor. She looked a fright…really, really rough. Her eyes were really red, her cheek were beat red, with tear streaks, as were her breast from my rough handling of them. I spun her a little to look at her ass and it was too beat red with my hand print clearly on one of her ass cheeks.

“I got carried away a little bit there” I said to her as I rubbed where my handprint was. “It’s ok”.

“Well, I guess I’ll go ahead and go.”

“You can stay for a bit if you want” she said back. “Nah, I gotta get up early. Had fun though.” “yeah, me too.”

“Good” I said back kind of surprised.

“Do you want my number?” she asked. “Nah, I know where you live if I want to see you…if that’s ok” I asked back. “yeah, I guess you can come by again sometime if you want. We can go to the pool. We have a Jacuzzi there too. We’re not supposed to use it after 1opm but no one really cares.”  “Ok, cool. Maybe I will.”

I lead her by the hand to the door and opened it up. She stood butt naked  in the wide open doorway as I again said my goodbyes. I stepped away to leave and she shut the door. I felt a little guilty I must admit so I stepped back to the door, knocked and opened it. “Well, maybe I should get your number just in case.” “Oh Ok.” She stepped around to the kitchen and wrote her number on a paper towel. She handed it to me and I crumpled it and put it in my pocket. I could tell she was a little glad that I took the number. It became one of those awkward moments. I wanted to kiss her as it was the right thing to do, but ewwwhhh…I just couldn’t. So, I kissed her forehead and then walked out.

As I said, this is something that is totally real and totally unbelievable and out of character for me. Just a once in a lifetime thing. Hope you enjoyed reading it. I don’t think I’m going to call/see her again, but if I do, I’ll be sure to post a follow up.