Par 4  

DefiniteTrouble 51F
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8/23/2005 8:56 pm

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Par 4

Dusk was approaching as we made our way to the 17th green. We'd gotten a late tee time due to business that morning, and were hoping we'd finish up before the sun completely disappeared. The foursome we'd been following were nowhere in sight, and we'd obviously been the last ones to tee off for a full 18, as we hadn't seen anyone following us for over an hour. As usual, he'd spent the majority of the past 16 holes trying to distract me...kissing me and playfully fondling me in the cart, grabbing my ass as I positioned my stance at each tee, etc., not so much out of lust, but out of sheer hope his antics would prevent me from kicking his ass on the green once again. He'd never beaten me. Not even close. Sometimes I think the only reason he accompanied me was because he found great joy in my accomplished game, often complimenting my skills to those we met along the fairway. I'm sure some of the appeal had to do with driving around in a golf cart and drinking beer for hours.

As I bent to place my ball on the tee, his hands cupped my ass from underneath, rubbing quite suggestively. Not the usual quick grab or pinch. I giggled, called him an ass, and reaffirmed the fact that there was nothing he could do to distract my game. He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and kissed my neck softly, telling me he had just the thing to help with my ailing swing. His continued kisses across the back of my neck, his hands moving sensually from my waist to my breasts definitely disabled my concentration. I broke free, laughing, telling him we'd continue back at my place as soon as we finished our last two holes. He pulled me tightly against him, kissing me deeply, my driver falling to the ground as I wrapped my arms around his neck, unaware if anyone was approaching. Not caring.

The sun fading quickly, the light breeze blowing, and the beautifully manicured course made for a passionate setting. The alcohol we'd consumed lessened any inhibitions we might have felt. His hands made their way under my golf skirt as we kissed, caressing my ass with intensity, pulling my body as close to his as possible. Although he never expressed such, I'm sure he was a bit dismayed as he tried to pull my panties down, finding they were attached to the skirt, as are most made for women competing in various sports. His hands quickly resumed the intense caressing of my ass, our kissing slowly turning from passionate to erotic, as he slipped his hands under the panties, grasping my bare ass beneath. I untucked his polo shirt, my hands exploring his waist and chest underneath. He briefly pulled away from our kiss, checking to make sure we were still alone, telling me of his desires and his intention to fulfill them. Right there. Right then. I was too enraptured in our passion for any reluctant thoughts to enter my mind.

As he led me back to the golf cart, both our eyes searched the vicinity for onlookers, no one to be found. He put our clubs in the back, my hands roaming up and down his back and ass seductively. He turned and grabbed my waist, pulling me close once again, his tongue buried deep in my mouth. His hands moved to my breasts, the sensation driving me wild, as he gently rubbed my braless nipples through the thin cotton shirt. As he started to move his hands under my shirt, I pulled away, suggesting we move somewhere a little more out of view, knowing the groundskeepers could approach at any time now considering the growing darkness, our golf cart not being returned at this point.

With our cart still in sight, he rested me gently against a tree, delivering short, light kisses, as he slid my skirt down just enough to expose my bare pussy. He unbuttoned the top few buttons of my shirt, pulling it open just enough to allow his mouth to softly suck one of my nipples, his fingers stroking the other. My hands grasped the tree to steady myself as his hand rubbed the lips of my pussy lightly, his mouth sucking one nipple, then the other. As he knelt, the sensation of his soft tongue working it's way slowly from my nipples to my waist sent a chill up my spine. I could feel the wetness growing between my legs. He spread my lips, his tongue focusing on my clit, a light gasp escaping from my mouth, my hands stroking my breasts as I watched him from above. The visual was utterly amazing and extremely arousing.

He quickly rose to his feet as I quietly reminded him of the time and our need to return to the clubhouse. He slipped his finger between my lips, rubbing my clit as my fingers tugged at his zipper, pulling his hard cock through the front hole of his pants. My hand caressed his balls briefly then moved slowly from his shaft up to the head, his finger sliding deeply inside me. He stepped back from our erotic embrace, putting his hands on my waist, turning me around to face the tree. I put both hands against the tree as he bent me over slightly, pulling my skirt down a little further, his cock in his hand brushing across my asscheeks. He slipped his cock between my lips, sliding it back and forth, covering it with my wetness, refusing to shove it inside my hungry pussy. He teased me for a few minutes, reaching around to fondle my nipples as he continued to slide his cock back and forth, my whispers to fuck me falling upon deaf ears.

He slid his cock between my asscheeks, my wetness providing ample lubrication, as he continued teasing, sliding his cock back and forth. He slipped his hand around my mouth and pulled my head back against his chest as he thrust his cock inside my ass. Although muffled by his hand, I was sure my moan of delight echoed throughout the course. As he continued to thrust harder and harder, he removed his hand from my mouth, fully aware my urge to scream had subsided, as I began pushing against his hard cock buried in my ass. He whispered bold statements of my ass belonging to him, and him only, and I could feel my orgasm building inside my still hungry pussy. Quiet pleas for him to fuck me fell on deaf ears once again, he knowing I could achieve orgasm eventually with his cock pounding inside my ass.

I loved the feeling as he climaxed deep inside me, his hot cum dripping down my ass and between
my wet lips. Never one to let me go unsatisfied, he composed himself and shoved his still hard cock inside my pussy, once again covering my mouth, thrusting deeply until I reached my own delightful peak. He kissed my neck lightly, his hands caressing my body as we took a moment to catch our breath and compose ourselves. We laughed as we hurridly adjusted our clothing, his cock still hard and difficult to manuver inside his pants.

It was almost dark as we made a mad dash for the golf cart, our eyes searching for anyone close by who might have witnessed our lustful encounter. As we approached the 18, the clubhouse manager greeted us, smiling broadly, he and my partner exchanging business pleasantries. He mentioned the lateness, and that he had bypassed the 17th noticing our cart, and hoped we found whatever we'd lost in the woods, his smile becoming even broader. I wanted to die. My partner told him we had some difficulty, but all balls were now secured. They both laughed. I wanted to die.

Despite the location of the course...I could see it from my office window, and the fact that I'd played there on numerous ocassions and had become quite friendly with both management and staff, I have yet to return to that golf course. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed every minute of our escapade, and would do it all over again in a heartbeat. Just not there.

Fact or fiction? You decide.

DefiniteTrouble 51F

8/26/2005 11:15 am

Thanks...glad you enjoyed. As always, fact or fiction will not be revealed...let your imagination run wild. As for the mile high club, it wasn't I that actually joined, but he. I just assisted with the application process, lol.

dieharddrummerbo 55M

8/28/2005 2:15 am

sorry, def. i can't relate. don't golf! lol! but i love "caddyshack". when i show them my putter, they always direct me to the "miniature" course. what's up with that?

DefiniteTrouble 51F

8/28/2005 4:12 am

LMFAO...I'm still sipping my first cup of coffee and I've already wet myself. (shakes head) Try showing them your driver instead of your putter. I suggest a Big Bertha...

dieharddrummerbo 55M

8/29/2005 12:11 am

i left my driver with the limo. i prefer to whack my own balls. OUCH!did i just say that?!

dieharddrummerbo 55M

8/29/2005 12:15 am

oh, and my ex got my balls. i'm still in the woods looking for replacements. excuse me, are these your titlists?(whimper)

DefiniteTrouble 51F

8/29/2005 7:18 am

We lost more than balls in the woods that afternoon. More like our sanity...

dieharddrummerbo 55M

8/29/2005 8:28 pm

lol! for a second there i thought you were going to say your virginity. think i came across it while looking for my balls. looked like it had been there awhile,lol! sorry, told you i can't restrain myself. you know, toe cramps!

DefiniteTrouble 51F

8/30/2005 7:27 am

lmao...lost my virginity on a golf course, and in such a manner? Damn...

wayne340 70M

9/5/2005 11:58 pm

Hey, 'def' and 'diehard', I lost my virginity in the corn crib in a barn, and, yes, it was with a woman. LOL I was 15 and she was 25 !
******Did It Standing Up, Best Eight Seconds Of My Life*****

DefiniteTrouble 51F

9/6/2005 2:08 am

LMFAO Wayne...again...where the hell have you been??? (been asking this question for 2 weeks now in every post)

wayne340 70M

9/23/2005 12:19 am

I know, I know. Somehow time gets away from me. There's even a topic posted in another group I belong to entitled = "Where's Wayne ?"
'Def' missing me, and that other group missing me, well, you just don't realize how wonderful that makes me feel !!! For the record, sadly, it's not because I have met up with or been with a woman. Alas, that still eludes me. I write plenty of hopeful prospects and have sooooo many "No, Thanks" it is unbelievable. If I had printed all those no thank you letters, printing paper stock would have risen three points !!!
****Wonder What The Guiness Record For Turn-Downs Is???*****

DefiniteTrouble 51F

10/2/2005 8:56 am

lmao Wayne...your day will come.

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