Fresh off from memory, this took place a couple of days back. I had a project deadline that was driving my stress level off the chart. I’m not sure if this happens to others but when I’m stressed up, my sexual urges drives up as well. In other words I tend to get really horny when I’m stressed from work. Coming back to work, as mentioned earlier I had this project deadline to reach and this deadline was 3pm. I had to get the project up and running before 3pm to get the green light from the customer to proceed with the go-live of the project. What made it stressful was around 11am, in a typical project life, shit hit the fan and everything went south. Therefore, between 11am till 3pm, all I was doing was fixing my code, testing and doing more fixes before finally delivering the project for the customer. At 3pm, the customer ran through the system and gave the green light.
A rush of euphoria ran through my body filled with joy, anger, rage and sexual urges. I told myself I’m going to go get a game of golf to celebrate this little victory. I was tempted with the idea of getting sloshed and hooking up with any girl but ultimately just liked the idea of playing golf. Not sure being 33 years old had anything to do with it. I head to the golf course, changed to my outfit and got my clubs out. I went to the lobby and booked a slot. I thought of playing a full course that has 18th holes but was told that they were only allowing 9 holes courses for evening slots. “Screw it, 9 hole course would do just fine”.
I began my golf game. Suffice to say, my game was rubbish. I kept losing balls in the woods, getting double bogeys here and there. But I couldn’t care less as my project is live and I’m having a good time. Finally it was the 9th hole and usually there’s a girl that comes by with her cart to sell beverages and drinks. True enough, within minutes I saw her driving her small cart up to the side of the 9th hole all while I was throwing my hands up and giving a little dance. She was smiling and giggling as she walked up towards me. I said “the cart angel has arrived!” a few times while doing my embarrassing little dance.
Cart girl: “Aww nobody has ever referred me that”
Me: “Pffth their lost darling”
Cart girl: “Someone in a chirpy mood, what can I get for you sir?”
Me: “Oh my dear why would you break my heart by calling me sir? I don’t look that old right?” while I brushed her shoulders with my hand.
Cart girl: While blushing and in a cute giggly manner replied “no sir, no I mean no, urrgh daymn clubhouse rules you know”
Me: I moved my hand from her shoulder and placed it around her back and comforting her “its allright, I was just teasing but you know, its good to break the rules once in a while”
I gave her a wink and proceeded to get a few bottles of beer from her. Suffice to say I was in the mood. She handed me the bottles and said “So why are you in a chirpy mood?”. I proceeded on explaining what a day I had and what were my intention for later part of the day. We converse for quite a bit when she became a bit flirty. Now at this point I thought she was below 18 as it’s a norm for teenagers age 16th to be working behind the cart. So just to be sure, I straight up asked how old she was and she quickly replied in a cute manner “18!”. Before I could react and reply she quickly put her hand on my sweaty arm and said “I wanna ask your age but I’m afraid you’ll get mad”.
“How could anyone get mad with a doll like you” as I smiled back at her. “Well I left my teens and my twenties sometime ago, I believe that should give you an idea of how old I am”. She replied “You know, you’re the last one on the course” as she bit her lips while still having her hand on my arm. That sweet twitch came rushing to my cock when I saw her bit her lips. We were certainly being flirty with one another and I gazed down on her eyes and said “you think anyone would hear if both of us were to scream our lungs out?” She looked back and said “I know one way to find out” as she grabbed my hand and guided me.
We walked beside her cart and down a few steps into the woods. We weren’t deep in it, just slightly away from the buggy drive path. She placed my hand on her hips and we began making out. I had to slide my blue adidas cap backwards so it wont stab her face while we made out. She had her hair nicely tied up in a pony tail. Wearing a bring yellow Crocodile polo shirt with the golf club emblem on it. I believe she was just under 5ft with a nice shapely breast, no idea on the cup size but was certainly fun cupping it from time to time. I had one hand grabbing her pony tail and the other squeezing her hips. Her hand was around my neck and the other caressing my crotch.
When I play golf, I tend to sweat quite a bit. Well that is an understatement, I sweat a lot. My sweat was rubbing off on her cheek and her neck as we made out in a sloppy manner. I like to entertain a little foreplay as it makes me hard rock when I caress, squeeze and grope a girl’s body. Watching her reaction from each action and listening to her moans is a drug to my lust. However, she wasted no time and quickly head down to her knees. I heard the dry leaves crack when she was on her knees. I asked “why don’t you put your knees on my shoes so it doesn’t hurt”. She unzip my pants, placed one hand into it and slowly brought out my damp and sweaty cock. “Don’t worry about it” as she grin in a sleazy manner before running her soft wet tongue on the tip of my pulsating cock.
A few more twitches came waving into my shaft as the vein on my shaft began throbbing. She knew it as she increased her intensity with her mouth. She cupped my sweaty balls with her other hand and began bobbing back and forth on my cock. Being out in public, I kept looking around whenever I heard any sound. On the 10th hole, the groundskeeper was doing his routine work. I was not sure if he could see us from that far or the cart was placed in a position enough to cover us up. Either way, the riskiness of getting caught certainly heighten my senses and that made her blowjob even more rewarding.
I began moaning as I told her what a good girl she was, taking good care of my cock with her mouth. I placed my hand on her head and grabbed her pony tail and began increasing my thrust into her mouth. That soft wet tongue of hers dancing and coating my shaft while the tip of my pulsating cock brushes her throat. I couldn’t hold it anymore as I began tensing my body up before finally shooting my load into her mouth. I let out a loud moan out in public and the sensation was out of this world. I’ve rarely done out in public and its something I should entertain more.
She swallowed my load and said “I’m done with my shift in a while, should I see you at the clubhouse lounge?” I grin back at her and gave her a nod. We both recompose ourselves and went on with our path before meeting up again at the lounge.
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Ouff, this turn out to be a long post. I’ll stop here and if you folks wanna know more at what we did after the clubhouse, do buzz me.
I also want to point out the youngest I ever been with a girl was 24 and this was a first being with an 18 year old. I guess I’m a dirty old man now and as a dirty old man, thank you, you fine young girls on knowing how to treat and old man right.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/m8c8z3/mf_went_for_a_quick_9_hole_golf_game_and_came_on
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