1. The Beverage Cart Girl


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

    pressing against my crotch, and placed my arms around hers, to show her how to hold the club. She playfully wiggled her ass back and forth, brushing it against my crotch as I leaned forward to show her how to hold the club. “Behave,” I respectfully told her as she playfully pushed her butt against my crotch. “You know you like it,” Brandy teasingly replied. I showed her how to swing the club, in slow motion. The close proximity of our bodies, pressing against each other, was more than I could stand. I was pretty sure she could very easily notice my arousal. I took a step back. Swoosh! WHACK! I watched as the ball veered left and into some woods. Brandy jumped up and down. “I hit it! I hit it!” she excitedly exclaimed. “Yes you did!” I replied. “Now, let’s go find it.” Brandy followed me in my cart as we headed into the wooded area. I stopped along the well worn trail that meandered through the wooded area. The weeds were about three feet high. I stopped my cart and got out to look around. Brandy did the same. After a few minutes of searching, I sat down on the seat of my cart. Brandy slid on to the bench seat, next to me. “What now?” she asked. “Well,” I said . . . pausing as I tried to think of a way to advantage of seclusion the wooded area offered. “We have to wait for the golf police,” I remarked. Brandy looked at me, confused. “The golf police?” she inquired. “Yes, the golf police,” I affirmed. Brandy was totally confused. I put my hand on her bare thigh, and patted it. ...
    “Don’t worry,” I remarked, “I’ll take care of the fine.” “Fine? What fine?” Brandy asked, sounding worried. “You didn’t know there was a fine for hitting your ball into the woods?” I asked. Brandy looked shocked. I was amused by her gullibility. “Can we negotiate our way out of the fine?” Brandy pressed. “Well,” I replied, “that depends on how skilled a negotiator we are.” I slipped my fingers to the inside of Brandy’s thigh as I continued to talk. She parted her legs slightly and I could tell she was getting turned on. Brandy looked at me and smiled. “You’re fucking with me, aren’t you?” she jabbed. “Yes, I am,” I admitted. She poked me in my ribs with a finger. “You are so fucking naughty!” Brandy retorted. “You had me going!” I placed my hands on her ribs to tickle her. She shrieked and jumped as I pushed my fingers into her ribs. She attempted to tickle me back, but I quickly grabbed her wrists and we playfully struggled for a few seconds. I let go of her wrists. “OK, OK, OK,” Brandy fired off in rapid succession, “You got me!” Then, she reached behind her head and pulled the rubber band from her pony tail. She ran her fingers through her hair and allowed it to fall over her shoulders, as she shook her head back and forth. She looked at me and smiled. She silently placed a lone finger over her pursed lips while looking around. Then, without saying a word, she pulled her t-shirt over her head, her 36-c cup breasts spilling out, her nipples standing perky, on the end of her ...
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