1. The Beverage Cart Girl


    Date: 8/31/2015, Categories: Quickie Sex, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 14, Source: LushStories

    The Beverage Cart Girl She rolled up on to the seventh hole and smiled. “Do you need anything?” -he cheerfully asked. She was cute, with her tight, light blue shorts, and a tight-fitting t-shirt. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a pony-tail. Her name tag read 'Brandy' and was strategically placed on her t-shirt so that it stood out. “A cigar, a brandy and something sweet,” I replied. “I have beer and cokes, no brandy,” she cheerfully replied. She stepped from the cart and opened a small compartment. It was full of cigars of varying sizes and shapes. Her shorts rode high on her bubble-butt and almost immediately, any thoughts I had of having a good golf day, vanished before my eyes, as I eyed her cute ass. Her long legs were well tanned and toned. She stood about 5’3 to 5’4. She turned and asked, “Do you have a preference?” I’m sure she thought I was a total idiot, because it took me a moment for me to refocus and respond. I grabbed a cigar and looked at it, while she opened another compartment, tip-toeing to reach it. Her shorts couldn’t get any tighter or higher on her cute ass. “I’m sorry,” she remarked, “The door is stuck.” “That’s OK,” I responded, reaching over and pulling the compartment door open. I grabbed a candy bar and a bag of peanuts. I fished a beer from the cold storage compartment. “How much do I owe you” I asked. I watched as Bandy added up the numbers in her head. “Twenty nine dollars,” Brandy replied. I fished out two twenties and handed them ...
    to her. She dug through a money pouch for the change. “Keep it,” I remarked. “Are you sure?” Brandy asked. “Yes,” I replied. “You go to school right?” “Yes,” Brandy replied. “I just entered the community college.” Brandy was nineteen and said she planned on being a business major. She asked what I did for work and I said that I was a part time fiction writer and an English instructor at the college. “Oh wow!” she exclaimed. “Do you tutor?” “Not normally,” I responded, “But if you needed tutoring, I’d certainly figure out a way to make it happen.” Brandy twirled a finger in her long blonde hair and smiled. Her mischievous look and provocative finger twirl in her hair caught my attention. “What’s your name?” Brandy asked. “Ian,” I replied. “Ian Tompkins.” “Cool,” Brandy replied. “I’m Brandy.” Another golf cart approached us on the cart path. “Maybe, I’ll see you on the back nine,” she remarked the cart pulled up and stopped. “I’ll look for you,” I replied, giving her a wink. I finished up the front nine about three over par. I couldn’t get Brandy out of my mind. I stopped by the club house before going back out on the back nine. I was getting into my cart, when Brandy pulled up next to me. “How did you do?” She cheerfully inquired. “I suck,” I painfully admitted. Brandy smiled. “Well, the back nine is easy,” she remarked, “I’ll see you on the course.” There was something about her smile and the way she looked at me that made me feel very special. I had run across flirtatious ...
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