1. Adventures on the Golf Course- Part II


    Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: Quickie Sex, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    I loved living life on a golf course, so much so, that one day I snuck out on to a local course, real early, borrowing an unattended cart from the club house. The wind in my hair felt good and I was in a good mood as I drove along the golf path. I stopped on a vista overlooking one of the long fairways. The sun was just peaking over a tree-line in the distance. I closed my eyes and slid a finger under the elastic of my underwear, just under the confines of my short mini-skirt, gently rubbing the outer confines of my pussy. I was horny as I could be. In the distance, I saw a cart rolling along the cart path and as it approached where I sat, pleasuring myself, and I quickly realized it was one of the groundskeepers. I wondered silently to myself if he would be offended at the sight of me pleasuring myself. I was in a funky mood, so I put my legs up on the front of the golf cart, spreading them slightly apart, just to see how he might react as he approached. He had to slow down to get past me and I knew my intention flash would not go unnoticed. “Buenos dias,” I called out as he slowed. I had my skirt pulled up high enough to insure he would get a good view of my private area. He smiled as his cart pulled up, just to the left of mine, and slowed. Is everything OK?” he asked with a strong Hispanic accent. “Yes,” I replied, “I am just enjoying the morning.” He was a young fellow with dark skin, and very muscular. His jet black hair was closely cropped and his dark brown eyes were ...
    mesmerizing. I imagined him wrapping his muscular arms around me and pulling me in close. “I’m sorry,” he remarked, “but I need to turn on the sprinklers.” I smiled and backed my cart up slightly, to allow him to pass by me. “If you stay here,” he dutifully remarked, “You might get wet.” “I am already wet,” I replied. He didn’t seem to catch my innuendo. He stepped from his cart and repeated, “You’re going to get wet if you stay here.” I backed my cart up and stopped. “How about here?” I inquired. He shook his head back and forth. I crooked a lone finger and motioned for him to step over to where I was seated on the cart. He looked around and then stepped over to the cart where I sat, my legs spread. I put a lone finger over my pursed lips and shushed him. As I did, I pulled my skirt higher and rubbed my hand over my pubic region. “No, no, no,” he replied. I stood up and unzipped the zipper of my skirt, allowing it to fall the ground. “No, no, no,” he again replied, as I bent over and retrieved it, placing my skirt in my cart. All I had on at this point was a very wet pair of low cut, black see-through panties and a tight-fitting top. I silently stripped off my top, baring my perky 38D breasts. “Do you like what you see?” I asked, looking at him. “Uhh, si, si," he finally stammered out, shaking his head up and down. I stepped over to where he stood and slipped my hands under his polo shirt. I pulled it up and over his head, revealing his hairless and masculine chest. I leaned ...
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