[MF] Making The Self-Proclaimed “Ugly” Cashier At The Grocery Store Cum In The Parking Lot

We live in a society that rewards beauty over basically anything else. You can be a dreadful person, but if you’re attractive, you’ll still find love and admiration online. It’s much more difficult for people who aren’t conventionally attractive, especially if their body doesn’t fit in with the current trends. Not to mention the fact that people only post their best photos online, which gives off the impression that everyone is somehow beautiful at all times.

I even do it. If you look at my profile, you’ll only find my best shots. There are dozens of photos I tossed in the trash because my dick didn’t look big enough, or my arm looked weird, or I looked too skinny, etc.

If we all saw each other every minute of the day, I think we’d discover we’re all full of flaws and ain’t no one is sexy 24/7. Even the “hottest” people are unappealing at times.

Why am I talking about this? After all, you came here for sex! I just wanted to set the scene, and kinda explain why I felt so bad for Amanda, the 19-year-old cashier at the grocery store near me. I live in a fairly big city with beautiful (and fake) people all around, so it can be hard for normal folks to feel seen.

Amanda was very normal-looking. To me, she wasn’t ugly… just average. She had a couple pimples on her forehead, her nose was larger than most, and her lips weren’t the size of Mount Rushmore. She was pretty skinny, but had what appeared to be a nice set of smallish tits. She didn’t have much of an ass, and her smile was unconventional due to the fact that a few of her teeth were crooked. I thought they made her look ridiculously cute though. It was goofy, in a weirdly sexy way.

Her hair was dirty blonde, she rarely wore makeup, and she gave off a bit of a punkish vibe. Like she’d be down to be tossed around in the pit of a concert.

Anyway, I’d go to the grocery store like three times a week because I’m terrible at planning ahead. I buy for one or two days and then go back. It’s probably not the smartest way to shop, but I’m not the smartest person, so it all adds up. This particular grocery store didn’t install self-checkout lanes until recently, so you’d have to interact with the cashiers.

I usually ended up in Amanda’s line. Sometimes it was by choice, other times it was just a happy accident. She was always super friendly to me. It started out with just simple, “Hey, how are you?” interactions. Then as we saw more of each other, we’d talk about different tv shows or movies. Or if it was around a holiday, we’d ask what the other was doing. Maybe I’d toss in the classic, “Geez, do they ever let you leave?” line. At just 26-years-old, I was already developing a strong army of dad jokes.

One day, I went to the store and was a little disappointed to find that Amanda wasn’t checking out. Some dude helped me, placed my bread at the bottom of a bag and sent me on my way. As I was walking out of the store, I saw Amanda sitting on the ground with her back against the brick wall of the store. As I got closer to her, I could see that she had been crying. I kinda stood there, a few feet away trying to decide if I should approach or not when she looked up at me.

“Hey…” I said.

“Hey,” she smiled.

“You okay?” I said, shifting the bags of groceries in my hand.

“Oh yeah. I cry like five times a day. It’s totally normal,” she replied, clearing her nose and throat in the process. I placed my groceries down on the ground and took a seat next to her.

“Why are you crying so much?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” she laughed, but a laugh laced with pain, “It depends on the day. Today I’m crying because my ex-boyfriend posted about how his new girlfriend is so beautiful and blah blah blah. He never posted anything like that about me, and like whatever, I know I’m not beautiful, but he was my boyfriend. He was supposed to make me feel beautiful, you know?”

She paused briefly, then looked at my face, “Oh my god. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said all that. You need to go, I’m sure. Put your groceries up.”

“It’s fine. They’re fine,” I responded.

“But you have milk…”

“It’s soy milk. It’s fine. It’s basically water,” I shrugged, “Why don’t you think you’re beautiful?” I followed up.

“Because I’m not. I’m ugly. It’s okay. Not everyone can be beautiful, but it does suck sometimes.”

“And what do you think makes someone beautiful?”

“Oh god. Don’t give me a dad speech right now. Please.”

“No, I’m just saying, we all have preferences. No one is beautiful to everyone, and no one is ugly to everyone.”

“Yeah, but some have a wider range.”

“I think you’re hot.”

Amanda laughed, “Okay.”

“I’m serious. You’re fucking cool as shit. I think your smile is ridiculously cute. And every time I walk inside the grocery store, I’m thankful for the brutally cold temperatures inside so that I can see your nipples poking through your shirt.”

“You’re just a perv,” she joked, and then smiled, “Well, thank you. I wasn’t fishing for compliments, just so we’re clear.”

“I know. I just really wanted to talk about your nipples,” I laughed.

“Well, my break is almost over…” she trailed off.

“Yeah, and my soy milk needs refrigerating,” I grabbed my groceries and stood up.

“Hey,” she cleared her throat before I could take more than a few steps, “Um, do you think,” she talked in the same anxious rhythm as Kristen Stewart on a talk show, “Do you think maybe you could come back up here around eleven tonight?”

I thought for a minute, a bit caught off guard, and in my silence she added, “It’s just, my brother is borrowing my car, and he’s always late to pick me up, and it’s kinda shady out here at night by myself.”

“I’ll be here,” I smiled. “See you at eleven,” I added before walking toward my car.

I drove home, put away my groceries, made some food, watched a show or two and then spent the rest of the night waiting for the clock to hit 10:50. The store was only a ten minute drive away. At around 10:30, I got too antsy and decided to just get in the car. I decided to stop and get some gas, even though I still had over half a tank left.

When I arrived at the grocery store, it was 10:55. There were a few lights still on inside and maybe three or four cars in the parking lot. I parked toward the back and waited. Around five minutes later, Amanda came out with three other employees. They waved goodbye to her and got in their cars. I think one of them might have offered to stay with her, but she pointed out to my car, as if to say, “It’s cool.”

I jumped out of the car and stood with my back against the door as she walked over, “You came,” she smiled.

“Of course I came,”

“I was worried you’d think it was weird,” she said, taking a spot next to me against the car, our shoulders rubbing against each other.

“Honestly, I was excited when you asked. You know, sometimes when I shop, I’ll get like ten things I don’t even need just so I can talk to you longer as you scan everything.”

Amanda laughed, “That’s cute. If you really want to trip me up, throw in some obscure fruit. I can never remember the codes.”

“I’ll remember that,” silence followed my sentence. She looked up at me, smiled, and then played with her fingers, “So how late is your brother usually?” I asked her.

“Usually thirty minutes, but it depends,” she answered. She inched closer to me and dropped her hand down between us, so that it touched the top of mine. She then rested her head against my shoulder, “I like you,” she spoke softly, “I like you too,” I replied. She titled her head up and looked at me.

I leaned forward, meeting her in the middle, and pressed my lips against hers. It was a little awkward at first, but then we found a rhythm. I brought my hand up to her cheek and kissed her deeply, our tongues touching for the first time. Our kiss lasted a minute or so before I grabbed her by the hips and placed her firmly against the car. I positioned myself in front of her, letting my knee press against the front of her jeans as we kissed again.

She moved slightly against my knee. She pulled away from my lips, letting her mouth hang open to catch her breath. I kissed down her chin, planting soft kisses down the front of her neck, and then dragging my tongue back up to her lips. I began grinding my knee against her. She thrusted her hips up to match my movements. My lips moved back to her neck. I kissed all over it, bringing my hands up to her chest, squeezing her tits through her shirt. As expected, her tits were the perfect handful.

She let out a soft moan. I noticed headlights out of the corner of my eye, but they moved along. I decided it would be best to have at least a little privacy, so I opened the back door with one hand and pushed her inside. I crawled in on top of her, the back door remaining open, but our bodies no longer visible.

I pulled up her work shirt just past her tits and squeezed them roughly. My mouth, which I truly believe I had no control over, went straight to her chest. I kissed all over her tits, making sure to just barely avoid making contact her with her nipples. I continued the teasing until she grabbed the back of my head and guided my mouth to them.

“Ohhh” she moaned softly as I sucked her nipples, circling around them with my tongue and slipping them between my teeth to bite down hard. She let out this half moan/half laugh, and it was the cutest fucking thing ever. As I continued to tease her hardened nipples, I slid my hand down her pants and began rubbing the front of her panties. I could feel the slightest of wetness through the thin material.

I kissed back up to her lips and looked her in the eyes. She moaned against my lips, tilting her head back just a bit as my fingers continued to grind against her panties. After a minute or two of teasing, I slid her panties to the side and touched her pussy for the first time. It felt warm. My fingers traced her lips, spending more time near her entrance to collect her juices.

Once my fingers were coated with her wetness, I brought them up to her clit and rubbed gently. Very gently. She moaned, much louder this time, “Oh, mm, fuck,” she bit down on her lip and then leaned forward to bring me in for another kiss. I continued with the same rhythm, applying gentle pressure against her clit, letting her set the pace with her thrusts against my hand.

I kissed her lips once more, then her cheek, until I found my way to her ear. “I want you to cum for me,” I whispered. She moaned and reached down between us to feel my hard cock through my sweatpants. She squeezed it roughly as I brought my hand back down her pussy to collect more wetness. I then returned to her clit, letting my finger flick back and forth against it.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she said breathlessly as she squeezed my cock and came all over my fingers. Her thighs held my hand tightly against her pussy, her body twitching, “Fuck,” she whispered. Her hand began moving against my cock, rubbing it through my pants. She then lifted her hand slightly and slid it inside my sweatpants, touching my bare cock for the first time, “It feels so nice,” she smiled.

But before she could properly stroke it, headlights entered the parking lot. We panicked. She pulled down her shirt. I moved slightly, falling down between the backseat and the front seat, so that she could jump out of the car. Thankfully, her brother pulled up to the front of the store, so he probably couldn’t see us that well. She fixed her hair and ran across the parking lot.

As for me? I waited a good five minutes for my cock to go down before sliding out of the backseat. They were gone by the time I got back in the driver’s seat. I went home, jumped in the shower and stroked my cock for maybe thirty seconds before unloading all over my shower wall.

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