It began to mist as I turned my hips into the last golf ball of the bucket.
*smack*
My 7 iron compresses the dingy range ball into the twilight sky. “One more bucket?” She asks invitingly. “For sure, let’s do it.” I reply. She sauntered off towards the range ball vending machine leaving a trail of eyeballs tracking her skin tight black leggings in her wake.
“You up for a drink after this?” She asks as she drops down the overflowing bucket of balls. “Yeah, I’ve got some ideas of what comes next.”
We continue to pound balls into the night as the lights along the back of the driving range spring to life. One by one, our compatriots make way as the rain strengthens.
Her ever dampening thin white athletic top beings to show the outlines of a bold neon peach sports bra underneath. I step behind her as she hovers over a shot, ostensibly to check her form, but more to confirm my suspicions that her bra has begun to show through the front of her shirt.
“You are shifting your hips instead of turning.” I say as my crotch rests against her ass. I turn her hip outwards with my right hand mimicking the motion I desire. My left has grasps against the bottom of her neck and wonders down her chest as we speak.
As we smash the final few balls into the darkness the heavens open up. Completely drenched we trundle to our cars with clubs in tow. “About that drink, meet me here.” I casually mention as I slip her a hotel room key, wink and slide into the front seat of my car.
I walk slowly down the hallway of the third floor of the nearby 3 star hotel. It would be an anonymous building without the soaking wet girl in a sports bra and leggings at the end of the hallway. “You waiting for me?” I beckon to her as I arrive at the door and run my hand up the back of her neck grasping her hair firmly by the scalp. I lead her into the room.
I direct her gently towards the bed and she willingly flops down face front. My hands trace the inside of her legs and thighs and then slowly rise onto her ass. As my fingers crest her waistband I curl them under and pull her sopping wet leggings down to her ankles.
She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, just as I had requested during the previous weeks session. Without warning I slipped my middle and index fingers of my right hand deep into her pussy. Pulling them back I curled them downward to ride the ribbing of her g-spot. She is dripping wet. A combination of the rain and her anticipation. I push my fingers into her again. In and out. In and out. Her breathing quickens and her head lifts upward off of the hotel duvet. I lock her left ankle underneath my armpit and intensify my stroking of her pussy. She lets out a muted whimper and I feel her gush all over my hand as I continue. Her head falls against the duvet once again and she gasps for air.
Not bad for a practice session.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jmhn3b/a_night_at_the_range_mf