I needed a new adventure... in the worst way!

I’d like to consider myself an average gal that when given the time, can fix myself up to turn any man’s head. I stand about 5’3 to 5’4, so I am short by most standards. My boobs are all natural and an average 36c cup. I try to keep my waist in proportion to the rest of my body with crunches every morning. My guy friends say I have a “J-Lo Booty”, which I guess is a compliment, but only if I am letting it all hang out there.

I am twenty four and I have been out of college about two years. College was a blast for me, because I could get any guy I wanted, at the drop of a dime, if I wore my tight jeans or tight fitting spandex running shorts and flashed a little bit of cleavage and a smile.

I am not a whore, but I can think and act like one, if I needed to. I never had to buy a drink at a bar the entire time I was in college. College was my official wakening call to the wonderful world of sex. I tried to settle down with one guy for a while, but after experiencing a gang bang with a team of well endowed frat boys, I knew that I enjoyed sex way too much to keep my legs closed for only one guy. After college however, things changed and I did what I said I wouldn’t do, settle down. Unfortunately, I still craved the wild party days of college.

I found myself two years removed from the partying lifestyle. I had an unfilled strong craving for unadulterated wild sex, but finding the right guy, became more and more of a chore. I didn’t want just any guy, but an athletic guy, someone who looked just the right way, someone who could look at me and instantly, I would melt. I began eyeing every guy I would see at the local supermarket, hoping to snare the right one. I wore shorts that were two sizes to small to show off my J-Lo ass. I made sure I wore tight, form-fitting, low cut shirts or sports bras to show off my cleavage. I got a lot of looks, but no takers. I thought for a while that perhaps I had lost that magic sex appeal and charm and it depressed me, until I started reading erotic stories on the internet.

Suddenly, a spark ignited in my head. I needed to go to where the guys were, not a club with Latin heart-throbs, or the super-market, but a golf course. My only problem was that I didn’t know the first thing about golf and even though I could watch a few instructional videos on line, golf was still a tricky sport.

I read on-line about a nearby golf course that rented out clubs. So I headed out to the driving range at a nearby golf course. I wore a very sexy short skirt and one of my form-fitting tight shirts, bobby socks and my cheerleader athletic shoes. I’m sure the guys in the pro shop thought I was some type of hooker, but I really didn’t care.

I dropped my credit card on the desk and they brought me a set of clubs. I dropped three tokens into the “range balls” machine and set my bucket at the ball drop. The bucket quickly filled up and I totted it, and the clubs, out and on to the driving range. I dumped the balls out on the ground and took out one of the clubs, the one with the biggest head. I lined the head of the club up with a ball and took my first swing.

Swoosh. Strike one.

I lined things up again and swoosh. Strike two.

I could hear the ping of golf balls being hit on either side of me. For the most part, everyone was either an old man or a middle aged woman.

I lined the club head up again with the ball and took a good swing. The club head hit the earth and dirt flew everywhere.

“Fuck!” I remarked quietly to myself.

“Take your time,” a mellow voice from behind me remarked.

I turned towards the voice. A fairly good-looking middle aged man, about thirty five to forty, with close cropped hair and square jaw, stood about ten feet behind me.

“You’re rushing things,” he added. “Don’t be in a hurry.”

“I’m just learning,” I replied.

“Ahhhh, I see,” he replied. “Just keep practicing.”

I tapped a ball into a hitting zone and lined up the face club again. Swoosh. Ping!

The ball zipped along the grass from the t-platform and stopped about twenty five yards out from where I stood.

“Get under it,” the mellow voice remarked. I turned back towards my advisor and smiled.

“How do I get under it?” I inquired.

“Don’t top it- hit the ball square on the back, not the top of it,” he said.

I lined up another ball and took a swing. Swoosh. I missed.

I looked back at my helper. He didn’t say anything.

“It was a practice swing,” I remarked, trying to excuse my obvious inabilities to connect. I lined the club up again with the ball and took another swing.

Ping! The ball sailed high. I had no idea where it went or how far it travelled.

“There you go,” My golf advisor announced. “That was a good connection!”

There was something about my newfound friend that I admired. Maybe it was his mellow voice, or his casual golf attire. I wasn’t sure. He was older than I would have preferred, but upon giving him a second look, I decided to take a chance.

“How long have you been playing?” I casually asked.

“Since I was sixteen,” he replied. “Did I hear right that you’re just learning?”

“Yes,” I replied, “I want to surprise my boyfriend.”

I didn’t have a boyfriend, but wanted to play it safe. There are lots of weird people and I sure didn’t want to get raped or worse. His said his name was Evan and that he was in insurance sales.

“You should get golf pro to give you some lessons,” Evan remarked.

“I would, but I can’t afford their rates,” I replied. I lined up another ball and took a swing. Swoosh. Nothing but air.

“Fuck!” I mumbled under my breath.

Evan stepped over closer to where I was standing, using my foot to separate out a separate ball.

“Can I show you a few things?” he asked.

“Sure,” I replied.

“OK,” he remarked, “First of all, your stance is off.”

He toed a ball into position and lined up about a foot from it.

“You don’t want to stand over the ball and you don’t want to have to reach for it,” he remarked. He stepped to the side and I stepped in place where he had been standing.

“No, no, no,” he remarked. He put his muscular hands on my hips and repositioned me. “ Spread your legs a little farther apart,” he commented.

“When you go to swing,” he instructed, “Swing back slowly and turn your hips.”

As he spoke, he pulled back on the right side of my hip. Instinctively, I took a step back.

“No, no, no,” he remarked, “You have to keep your head in and feet in place.”

He demonstrated the right way to swing, making it look so effortless. I lined up and took another swing at the ball. Swoosh. I missed the ball entirely.

“No, no, no,” Evan intoned. He stepped up behind me and put his muscular hands around me, repositioning my hands on the club.

“Hold it like this,” he remarked. He put his hands over mine and showed me how to hold the club. He towered over me at about 6’0, but he was careful to not be pushy. He gently guided my arm back, as I held on to the club.

“You draw back slow, keeping your eye on the ball,” he remarked, “Then you swing in one smooth motion, following all the way through.”

Evan stepped back and I did as he instructed. Swoosh. Ping! Zing! I had no idea where the ball went.

“Yes!” Evan exclaimed, “Thatagirl! That is the way to hit a championship drive!”

I was excited and I tossed my arms around him, hugging and thanking him. Evan placed his arms around me and patted me on my back.

“Just keep your head down and keep practicing,” Evan encouraged.

Our brief hug initiated a strong desire that I hadn’t anticipated.

“How much would you charge for lessons?” I inquired.

“Oh, I don’t give lessons,” he responded.

“You should,” I replied, twirling a finger in my pony tail. I could tell our close proximity had caused a bulge to form in his pants.

He kicked a couple of balls to the side and lined them up for practice swings. I stood by and watched. Every swing seemed effortless and the balls sailed high and far.

“You’re good,” I remarked after he hit his last ball.

“Do you play by yourself?” I inquired.

“Not usually, but I am today,” he responded, “ . . .unless you want to tag along.”

“I’m not any good,” I replied, “ . .. but I’d love to watch you in action.”

I chose my words carefully and discreetly, just to gage his reaction.

“Come on,” he replied. I picked up my golf bag.

“Let me,” he remarked, taking my bag and slinging it over his muscular shoulder. I followed him to a row of golf carts and watched as he strapped our golf bags into the cart. I slipped on to the leather white seat beside him and we took off. The wind blew my skirt up, briefly exposing my white panties. I slapped my hand down on it to keep it in place.

As we rolled up to the first hole, he remarked, “You first.”

I dropped my ball on the close cut grass and looked down the course for the pin.

“Yo!” Evan called out from the cart.

In his hand, he held up a little white wooden “t”. I was truly a novice as I had no idea what the item was. I walked back to the cart and he handed me the “t”.

“You put it in the ground,” he instructed, “…and then you set the ball on the little cup.”

I returned to the “t-box” and bent over to place the “t “ and ball into position, giving Evan, I am sure, a perfect shot of my cute ass.

I was extremely turned on to know I had just given him a quick flash. I lined up about a foot from the ball, as he wandered in my direction.

“Go slow and easy,” he called out. I was nervous. I don’t know why. I didn’t want to appear unskilled and stupid. I took a swing and swoosh. Nothing happened.

“Fuck!” I again mumbled under my breath.

Evan stepped over to where I stood. He put his muscular arms around mine and helped line me up, only this time I could feel him press himself up against my ass.

“Swing slow, and keep your eye on the ball,” he instructed. He took a step back and I took my swing.

Ping!

The ball sailed off the “t”. I looked to see where it went, but had no idea.

“It went left,” Evan remarked.

I was ecstatic! I had hit my first golf ball in a real golf game.

I stepped back and watched as Evan bent over and set up for his shot. I couldn’t help but notice that he had a very cute ass. He was tall and strong. I imagined his hands on my body. I was getting wet, thinking about the possibilities of-

Ping!

The ball sailed off the “t-box”. I watched as it landed right in the middle of the fairway, a pretty good distance from us.

We walked back to the cart and I put my club in my bag. I took my seat in the cart and we sped off in search of our balls. As before, the wind blew my skirt up. This time, I didn’t do anything in response. I slipped my feet up and on to the front of the cart as we bounced down the fairway. We passed Evan’s ball on the fairway and made hard left.

Evan slowed the cart down, looking for my little white ball. We drove in a circle, looking. You wouldn’t think a little white ball would be that hard to spot on a green grass covered golf course. Evan drove us into a grove of trees, well off the fairway.

We parked on the trail. My panties were soaked with anticipation. Evan got out the cart and walked up the trail, looking in the high grass. I quickly slipped my panties off and placed them in the small compartment in front of me.

Evan slipped back into the cart, frustrated.

“I guess you will have to take a drop,” he remarked. He looked down and saw my panties sitting in the small compartment but didn’t say anything. He dropped the cart into reverse and started to back out of the wooded area, looking over his shoulder. It was now or never, I thought to myself. I chickened out. I don’t know why, but I did.

He positioned the cart at the edge of the fairway and silently handed me a ball from a box he had in his ball compartment.

I stepped from the cart, and placed the ball on the ground, purposefully bending over to give him a clear shot of my bald pussy.

“What club do I use?” I inquired.

“Try the one with a five on it,” he replied.

I grabbed the club from my golf bag.

“Do I get one of those little ball things?” I asked. I had no idea what they were called.

“A ‘t”?,” he replied. “No, that is only for your first hit.”

I lined up next to the ball. I took a swing and missed. I took a second swing and missed.

“Fuck!” I mumbled under my breath, each time. I took a third swing and again missed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I remarked.

Evan laughed. “Do you need some help?”

“I don’t know what I am doing wrong!” I declared.

Evan stepped from the golf cart. He put his hands on my waist and repositioned me by the ball. My bald pussy was only inches from his crotch. I could tell he had a huge hard on. I pushed my ass up against him and wiggled my butt, brushing against his erection, as I repositioned my hands on the club handle.

“Stop and behave,” he instructed, “. . .before we get into trouble.”

“I can’t,” I replied, “ . .and trouble is my middle name.”

“You need to keep your eye on the ball,” he remarked.

I took a swing and whack! My ball rolled fast and hard across the green, never getting off the ground.

“You topped it,” he remarked, “but that’s okay, at least you connected.”

I was freaking horny as hell. I sat back down in the golf cart, still holding my club. I propped my feet up on the front edge of the cart, my short black skirt, bunched up around my waist, my shaved pussy in full view. Evan slipped back into the driver’s seat. He stepped on the gas pedal, but the cart didn’t respond. He pushed on the pedal a second time, with still, no response.

“Well shit!” he remarked, “The damn battery must be dead.”

Evan looked over at me and I dangled the cart key in front of him. He reached for it and I pulled my hand back.

“No, no, no” I remarked. I was dripping wet with excitement. I took the cart key, spread my legs and rubbed it around the edge of my vagina, slipping it over my clit. Evan closed his eyes, took in a deep breath and then exhaled forcefully.

I leaned over and unsnapped the button on his trousers. I felt dirty, but at the same time, flush with excitement, as I dug into his pants for his cock. We were right at the edge of the fairway. I slipped the key back into the key slot.

“Back up,” I instructed.

Evan stepped on the pedal and we disappeared back into the small grove of trees. In an instant, I was all over him. He pushed his pants down towards his knees, as well as his underwear, setting his huge phallus free. He was circumcised and his cock stood strong and erect- arching upwards towards his navel. I wanted to suck on him, to taste it, but the aching feeling between my legs begged for relief. I sat on his lap, looking at him, his cock poised for entry into me.

I hadn’t had sex in about six months and I was delirious. I stripped out of my tight-fitting top and slipped off my brassiere. Not only had I not had sex in about six months, I had never before been naked outside of a private hotel room. Now, here I was totally naked, sitting naked on the lap of a total stranger that I had just met and about to do it. I was freaking crazy.

Protection was not even on my mind. I liked the feel of skin to skin contact and I go and get regular checkups. I also made sure I was on the pill and took it religiously.

I slipped his cock to the edge of my pussy, pressing myself against him, gently rubbing his erection against my clit. Pre-cum leaked from the small slit at the end of his cock. I looked into his steely green eyes. He was biting down on his lower lip, sweat pouring from his temples.

I slipped my hand up to his face and placed a lone finger over his lower lip. I had my other hand on his cock, working it against my clit. He cracked a small smile, as I slipped his cock into my dripping wet pussy. I had to stand up briefly to insure the connection was made, and then I settled down on to my erection, our pelvis’ meeting each other for the very first time, his cock buried deep inside of me. I rocked back and forth rhythmically, my hands on his shoulders, staring intently into his eyes.

He rested his hands behind my shoulders. He leaned forward to plant a gentle and soft kiss on my bare neck. Oh my gawd! His kiss sent shivers down my body. I could feel the walls of my pussy constricting on the shaft of his cock. It was as though I was on fire.

He had unbelievable stamina. I shifted back and forth, his rock hard cock still in me. He slipped his hands from my back and over my exposed nipples. As he lightly pinched each nipple between a forefinger and a thumb, I thought for sure I was going to explode. He looked into my eyes. Oh my gawd! He pressed forward and thrust his lips on to mine. As our tongues met in a fiery exchange, there was no holding back. My entire body stiffened and trembled. My womanly juices flooded his lap and dripped on to the floorboard of the cart.

His body tensed and I could feel his cum, filling me to overflowing. He bit down on his lower lip, and slipped a finger into my mouth. I playfully bit down lightly on his finger and shook my head. Oh my fucking gawd! The feelings were intense! I reached behind me and ripped the rubber bands from my pony tail. I shook my head, letting my hair fall over my bare shoulders, as another tremble rocked my body. I laid my head on his shoulder.

“Oh… my… fucking… gawd..” I exclaimed breathlessly, holding on to my lover.

Another golf cart rolled down the fairway. They slowed for a second and then sped off. I am pretty sure they got a good luck at us, but I didn’t care. I was ecstatic.

I ripped Evan’s shirt from his body and sucked on his nipples, even as his erection subsided. After a few minutes, he breathlessly asked,

“Are we safe?”

I assured him were safe in every aspect. We kissed again. In fact, we sat in that wooded grove and traded kisses for quite a while. A second golf cart approached. We leaned over in the seat, to hide. The cart slowed and stopped. My heart was pounding. I thought for sure it was a course official and that we had been caught. Then, it re-started and drove off.

We quickly redressed. I used a towel from my golf bag to wipe myself clean and then tossed the towel into the weeds, as Evan put the cart in gear. His golf ball was gone from the middle of the fairway, probably picked up by another golfer.

Two older men were already teeing off at the very next hole. We pulled up behind them and I propped my feet up on the front of our cart, insuring they would get a clear view of my cum-soaked pussy. After teeing off, both guys made their way back to their carts that were parked in front of us. I smiled and waved as they approached their cart, knowing that they had an unobstructed view of my bald, cum-soaked pussy. I looked at Evan.

“Do you want to keep playing? I asked.

He looked at me and sighed.

“No,” he replied, “I am all played out, but I could always use a beer.”

“Beer is right up my alley,” I replied. Beer and sex. Suddenly, I felt like I was back in college and I had my mojo back. It was a great feeling!