1. The Beverage Cart Girl


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

    beverage cart girls before, but none quite like Brandy. I teed off on ten and my ball skewered right and over some trees. I found it pretty easily and was back on course very quickly. I managed the hole at one over par. On eleven, I hooked another t-box shot. I scoured the tall grass and managed to hit the green on the next shot. I had a long putt of about thirty feet. I walked to the hole and back to where my ball was positioned on the edge of the green. I lowered my head and putted. I watched as the ball rolled way left of the hole, then curved slightly back to the right, then slowed some more, then suddenly- ga-plunk! It went in the hole. It was an awesome putt and I pretended like I had just won the Masters, silently celebrating with a fist pump. I looked up and Brandy was stationed in her cart, overlooking the green. “Not a bad putt,” she remarked as I retrieved my ball from the hole. “Do you play?” I asked, walking in her direction. “No,” Brandy replied. “No one has ever taken the time to show me how.” “Really?” I replied. “I can show you.” “How much would you charge?” Brandy asked. “For you, “ I replied, “I think we could work out a deal.” Brandy smiled and once again, she twirled a finger in her hair as we spoke. “I don’t make much money,” Brandy replied. “Seven fifty and hour plus tips.” “We can work the details out later,” I replied. “What time do you get off work?” “Two thirty,” Brandy replied. I looked at my watch. It was two fifteen. “I’ll tell you what,” I ...
    remarked, “I still have a few holes to go, but how about if we meet on sixteen, and you can help me finish off the last three holes.” Brandy smiled and agreed to meet up on sixteen. She drove off and I teed up for my next big challenge. “Whack!” I couldn’t concentrate. I hooked my shot, big time. By the time I got to the sixteenth , I was really frazzled, thinking about the possibilities of teeing up with the beverage cart girl. I waited under a shade tree at the t-box on sixteen. Within a few minutes, Brandy rolled up next to me, in her own golf cart. “I’m ready,” she cheerfully declared as she pulled up next to me. I took out two drivers and showed her how to hit the ball. “It looks easy,” I said, “but harder to do.” After driving my ball off the “t”, I handed a “t” and a ball to Brandy. She bent over and placed her ball on the “t”. My mind froze, as her shorts tightened against her butt when she bent over. She gingerly placed the ball on the “t” and lined up to hit. “Swoosh!” She missed. She stepped back and giggled. “Take your time,” I replied. She lined the club up with the ball, drew it back and then “Thud!” The cub head hit the ground and dirty flew everywhere. The ball fell of it perch atop the “t”. “Well shit!” she exclaimed, taking a step back. I stepped on the “t” box. “Let me show you,” I said. “First of all,” I remarked, “Foot placement is important.” I placed my hands on her hips and showed her how to line up her feet. The I stood directly behind her, her butt ...
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