Here is One of my Sex Stories that I have written over the years..30 total ... “Alissa the checkout Girl” ... beginning
“Sorry I have to ask you this, but can I see you’re I.D.?” The cashier who asked me this question didn’t look old enough to buy beer herself but, in the supermarket, where she worked it was store policy to check everyone, no matter their age. “I know you’re only doing your job. Glad to help fight the menace of underage drinking” I said with a straight face while handing her my license. She typed my birth date into the computerized register before returning my license to me. “ Wow that’s how old you are? Sorry, what I meant is that you don’t seem that old. Still sounds wrong though. Never mind, forget everything I’ve said. Sorry.” The girl seemed embarrassed by her comments. “Well Alissa is it, if my old eyes haven’t failed me in reading your name tag, you’re complimenting me and saying I’m not that old, or at least I don’t look old.” “No I just thought you were a lot younger is all, closer to my age.” For some reason her pale face reddened, and she looked away from me. After putting a sold sticker on the case of beer she sent it down the belt then continued ringing up my order. As I packed my groceries, I couldn’t help but stare at her. She was a cute young thing with short, spiky blonde hair that was so bleached it was almost white. Both her roots and eyebrows were black and on her it looked very attractive. Alissa wasn’t a thin girl by any means. Like much of modern American society she was thick, but in her case in all the right places. She had an hourglass figure with a big, round ass and thick thighs encased in a pair of black tights with a short denim skirt worn over it. A store uniform top was over her own shirt, but I could see that she had a nice rack hidden under her clothes. Her arms did have an extra layer of fat over her muscles but there was no jiggling and as she handled the groceries, I saw she had a cute set of biceps. Like many of the kids of today her ears had multiple piercings as well as her nose had a stud nose ring. I found the effect enchanting, but I figured she was too young for me, as I was thirty-three. As she worked her phone sitting on her counter rang. Alissa picked it up and looked at the screen before putting it back down. She had just about finished my order when it rang again. This time she picked it up and put it to her ear and answered it. “What is it? You know I’m at work and I can’t talk. Yes, but that’s during my break. Fine hurry up Mother. No problem Mother.” She had run all my items through the scanner and was standing there with a helpless look on her face as she continued to listen to the phone. Alissa held up her finger to me telling me one minute and I smiled and nodded at her. Finally, she collected her breath and spoke in a low tone. “Listen I must go now, I’m dealing with a customer, and I’ll get in trouble. Don’t worry, I’ll be home in time. Goodbye Mother.” She put down the phone and turned toward me with an apologetic half smile. “I’m so sorry. Thanks for not getting mad at me, some people would have lost it. The total comes to $112.56.” “Don’t worry about it. I’m not in a rush.” “I try to tell her that they don’t appreciate me taking calls, but she never gets it. Thanks again, if you made a scene then I’d get written up.” “Like I said I’m not in a rush, just a couple of errands to run today” I told her as I handed her the money “besides I enjoyed the view while waiting.” There could be no doubt what I meant and Alissa turned red as she took the money and I heard her mumble something. She handed me my change without looking at me and I wondered if I had offended her. “Thank you for shopping with us and you saved $8.70 today.” She then looked me in the eye and gave me a sweet smile. “And thanks for everything from me as well.” “Have a good day Alissa and hang in there.” “Thanks I will.” Pushing my cart to the exit I resolved that the next time I shopped here I would certainly see if she was there to ring me up. Soon I had loaded the groceries in the back of the extended cab and was headed to the location of my next errand. The masonry supply store was busier than I’d expected and by the time my bed was loaded with bags of gravel and some concrete mix the skies looked like they would open up. As I drove, I was glad that the last stop I had to make was done. Halfway home the rain started although it wasn’t hard yet. Driving down a highway service road I noticed a car on the other side of the road with its hazards flashing and a totally blown front passenger side tire. There was a figure pacing by the side of the vehicle with a hand to her ear. As my truck passed by I did a double take. The person with the flat was the young cashier, Alissa. After checking in my side view mirror, I pulled a quick U-turn and pulled up behind the disabled vehicle and turned on my hazards before alighting from my pick-up. When I approached, she looked up at me and her face showed surprise at seeing me there. “Hold on one-minute Mother” she said into the phone. “What happened to you and are you alright?” I asked concerned. “I don’t know, some animal ran in the street and when I swerved and hit the brakes I skidded into the curb because of the rain and damaged the tire.” “What about you, are you okay?” “I’m fine thanks. It’s just that the tire is destroyed, and I have to get the car to my mom soon. She needs it to get to work and I don’t know what to do.” As she talked, she seemed to get more and more upset and looked like she was about to cry. I put a hand on her shoulder and her big brown eyes met my gaze. “Two things Alissa, do you have a spare tire? And is there any chance you have roadside assistance?” She shook her head no. “I don’t have roadside assistance; I can’t afford it. I’m not sure if I have a spare either.” “That’s okay we’ll check; can you pop the trunk?” When she did, I opened it and rummaged through the junk she had back there. Her spare tire was in a little compartment in the bottom of the trunk, so I removed it and checked it out and it seemed okay. Alissa joined me at the back of the car still looking worried and holding the phone in her hand. “You have a spare, so I can change it for you no problem. I’m just going to use my jack and lug wrench. Yours is a little flimsy.” “Oh my God really, you’ll change it for me. Thank you, if I had to do it I think I’d be stranded here forever.” “Well don’t worry, I’ll have you up and running in no time. The rain is starting to pick up so if you want you can wait in my truck where it’s dry.” She followed me to my truck as she talked on her phone. “Good news, someone is going to change the tire for me. No, it’s someone from work who happened to be passing by. Hopefully I’ll be there in time, but I can’t control that.” Alissa got in the passenger door as I removed my lug wrench and jack then removed my shirt leaving me in a wife beater. Between the rain and the grease there was no sense in ruining my shirt I figured. Her voice faded as I headed to her car. After loosening the lug nuts, I jacked her little rice burner up and proceeded to replace the tire with her spare. It didn’t take too long but the rain had really come down hard while I was doing it and I was soaked. Her flat was in such bad shape with a huge gash that it couldn’t be repaired so I decided to throw it in my truck bed so I could dispose of it for Alissa. It was while putting it there that I got careless and skinned my knuckle bad, making me laugh. Last and easiest part and that’s when I messed up. When I opened the door, she saw the blood on my hand and gasped. “What happened to you?” “Just a small scrape, it’s nothing” I said while opening the glove compartment and removing hand wipes and a small first aid kit. She took the first aid kit from me and opened it. “Give me your hand” she said in a no-nonsense tone. The antiseptic wipe stung a little while she cleaned it. She then applied some ointment and finished up by putting a bandage over the broken skin. “There all done” Alissa said inspecting her handiwork critically. “Good work Alissa, a bit of overkill maybe” I said at which she delivered a withering glance my way. “Sorry, sorry” I apologized while throwing my hands up in mock surrender. “One day you’ll make a great mom.” “Thanks but why do you say that, wait what is your name? I know I saw your I.D. but I didn’t notice.” “My name’s Ed. You took care of my boo boo and kept me in line just with a look, two big qualifications to be a mother.” “Yeah but what about being a nag, I’m not one of those.” I cocked an eyebrow. “Are you talking about your mom?” “She can be such a pain in the ass. I love her but sometimes she makes me want to scream. That reminds me what’s the time? I have to get her the car, so she can go to work.” “Time is three forty-five. You guys share a car, that is rough.” “Well her car died a bit back, so she’s been borrowing mine. Either that or I’d have to drive her to and from work all the time. Damn that means I must hurry home. I wanted to reward you for all you’ve done for me.” “Helping you and seeing your smile was enough of a reward for me Alissa.” She rolled her eyes at that. “Okay if you say so. But truthfully what would you go for now if you could?” “I could go for a beer after the fun I’ve been having. You can buy me one if you like.” “Two problems, I’m not 21 and I must get the car home now.” “You can get the car home and buy me a beer in a bar near where you live. You don’t have to be 21 to pay.” “Okay Ed follow my car and I’ll see what I can do.” Alissa got out of my truck and ran to her car while I started the truck. We drove for around twenty minutes when she pulled into the driveway of an attached townhouse in an all-right section of town. Before going to the house, she came up to my window. “If you drive two blocks and make a right there is a sports bar another block down.” “You’re not coming with me? Where is the fun in that?” “Want some fun, is that it? I’m going to meet you there, but I didn’t want my mother to see you is all.” “Without a car you’ll get soaked. If you want, I’ll pass by in a little while and get you.” “Sounds like a plan. Come by in ten minutes. She’s late already so she can’t wait around.” Alissa started to the house then changed her mind and returned whereupon she leaned in my window and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek before running to her house. Feeling on top of the world I pulled away from the curb and drove to the bar to check it out. It seemed to be a standard strip mall bar, but it did have a front courtyard with tables under umbrellas that was fenced off from the parking lot. That looked promising to me as the rain had almost stopped now and I could see streaks of azure skies through the dark clouds. Ten minutes later I drove up to Alissa’s house and her car was gone. I parked in front and rang the bell. After a couple of minutes, the door opened, and she stood there in front of me. She had changed her shirt and was now wearing a cream-colored sleeveless top with a scoop neck that revealed some of her ample cleavage. “Wow you look great.” “Yeah right. I’ll just be a couple of minutes more so come in and wait.”
As I followed her in, I did check out her butt again, but it was so nice I couldn’t help myself. The living room was a tad messy to say the least with the coffee table buried under a ton of things, but it was by no means dirty. The TV was blaring, tuned to some video program. She gestured to the couch where an unfriendly looking gray cat was sprawled. When I came in it raised its head and gave me the once over. Alissa cleared some space by moving a pile of folded clothing “Don’t mind Zelda, she’s not too friendly with strangers but she doesn’t attack. Sorry but it’s laundry day and it’s a bit crowded. I’ll be ready in a minute.” Saying that she disappeared around the corner. Sitting as far from Zelda as I could manage, I returned the feline’s stare. When I made no sudden move the pussy cat got up and stretched its lithe body. I held out my hand with my index finger extended until Zelda deigned to come and sniff it. She must have liked my smell as she then rubbed her face along my hand. By the time Alissa returned a few minutes later Zelda was stretched on her side across my lap whilst I stroked her belly. “I don’t know how you did it, but Zelda has never taken to someone so fast before.” “Maybe I have the magic touch with kitty cats.” “We’ll see about that. Shoo Zelda, Ed must go now” she told the cat. Zelda moved but took her own sweet time as befitted royalty. First, she stood and languidly stretched before rubbing against me a final time. Then with her tail in the air she slowly climbed from me and hopped to the floor. After standing I brushed the cat hair from my pants and headed to the door with Alissa who had already turned the TV off. The sun was peering through the clouds as we emerged from the house and walked to my truck. I held the door while she got in then closed it and headed to my side. In a few minutes we were parked in the lot and the sun was shining brightly. It had been a typical summer thundershower in that it was gone a little after it arrived. Again, I held the door for her and for this she rewarded me with her dazzling smile. “Not that I mind but since the rain stopped, I could have walked here Ed.” “True but then I couldn’t have met Zelda or arrived with such a pretty young lady. The tables outside are nice, do you want to sit out here then.” Alissa nodded in agreement, so I held her chair for her as she sat. After a few minutes of sitting there I was about to look for someone to take our order when a waitress came out and she ordered an iced tea and I asked for a draft. In a couple of minutes, we were drinking and laughing as we talked. Alissa was nineteen I learned with mixed Irish, German and Italian heritage and she liked rock and country music and of course cats. When I asked her about school her face got serious, and she paused before answering. “No Ed I really want to go to college but right now I need to work full time to help my mother pay the bills. Things aren’t good with the economy, and she lost her last job which paid better. She’s been working at a gas station/convenience store and without my salary she couldn’t afford the mortgage now. Which is why I wished she would cut me a little slack; I’m being responsible and helping out. I know it’s been tough on her all these years since my father left and her supporting us both.” “Sorry sweetie, I’m a child of divorce too. It’s never a good thing when marriage doesn’t work.” “Yeah he left when I was seven and I haven’t seen him since I was ten.” She looked sad and wistful now and it broke my heart that some guy would abandon a sweet girl like her. If the marriage went south and her parents hated each other that was one thing, but to move and cut all ties with your kid forever was unforgivable. She started to rub her neck now and I saw her wince. Maybe I couldn’t help her psyche in regard to her father but perhaps I might be able to help her out with that.
PARTS 2 AND 3 are Further Down in my Blog ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️
