Ryan’s weekly round of golf was rapidly approaching an early close as the black, ominous clouds crept closer and closer. A low rumble of thunder growled in the distance, which was more than enough to put the final nail in the coffin. There were too many stories of golfers getting hit by lightning out on the course and he had no intention of being the next story. Packing in his clubs and putting the protective rain cover over the top, he begins to make the long walk back to the club house. The cool rain will be a welcome break from the thick, humid summer air, but it will be best enjoyed from indoors.
Sticking to the outside of the holes near the woods, he glanced around to see he wasn’t the only one abandoning the day. However, he was unlucky enough to be on foot and not have the convenience of a cart. Though he always enjoys the exercise, he would have given a sleeve of golf balls for a cart. Soon, the rain will start to fall more rapidly, and he was rapidly running out of options. He didn’t mind the rain, but the looming thunder was a whole new problem. Shielding his eyes, he glanced over to see a small shed used by the grounds crew. The roof extended over the walls slightly, giving a small lip he could duck under for shelter. Deciding his life was worth more than his clubs, he left them where they stood and sprinted to the shelter.
Making it to the shelter, he turned to survey the intensity of the storm, immediately reaffirming his decision. The nearby body of water was bubbling with the impact of the colossal drops of rain while monstrous gusts of wind almost pulled branches from nearby trees. Off in the distance, he caught movement. At first, it looked like another cart but he quickly saw it was Gabrielle and her drink cart.
Often the sight of her brings a welcome relief, a chance to purchase a cool drink, and lately, to chat. He knew her well, always picking the same tee-time each week, playing the same course, ordering the same drinks, and leaving the same generous tip. Normally her days were peppered with inebriated, chauvinist assholes who confuse her kindness for something else, often leading to comments that were at best inappropriate and at worst sexual harassment. She will always take them over covert racists, however, who couldn’t seem to handle the idea of a black girl working at a golf course. Ryan however, was different. In their brief interactions, he had a very real sense of humanity to him, always smiling, always genuine.
Today, however, her cart seemed more of a hindrance, lacking doors or windows; it only made life more windy and wet for its occupant. She nearly runs over Ryan’s clubs before looking up, seeing this pseudo oasis and making a beeline over to him.
“Holy shit, this is nuts!” she says over the sheeting downpour.
“I don’t think the heavy stuff is going to come-” Ryan couldn’t finish the quote before she interrupted him.
“I really don’t think I set you up for a Caddyshack quote, but I guess there’s one for every occasion.”
Ryan chuckled. “You wouldn’t by chance have a way to get into this, would you? Space is kind of a premium out here.”
“No, they don’t trust me with keys.” She glanced up at the uneven lip of the overhang, looking for the largest portion to hide under. She stepped gingerly over towards it, inching closer to Ryan. She looked up at him, smiling.
Ryan smiled back, his heart racing. “Actually, I think I prefer it…this way.” He barely managed the words out and in an instant hoped that he either didn’t say it, or that she didn’t hear him. Neither would be the case.
Gabrielle looked at him, smiling and Ryan could have swore, blushing slightly.
“I gotta admit,” she finally said. “I was wondering when you could make a move on me. I think you’re the last regular out here who hasn’t.”
“Oh, well…I’m sorry to…wait, no, I’m not sorry to disappoint? I can’t tell how to feel about that.”
“No? Why’s that?” she asked.
“Well, I never want to be one of those guys who takes your value for granted, and I’d hate to make you dread coming to work. Of course, I’ve thought about saying something in the past, but I can’t imagine the level of shit you wade through on a day to day basis.”
Gabrielle looked at him silently, his words still swimming through her mind. She had always suspected there was more to him, but he kept it hidden and now she knew why. He was the one person she would have accepted a pass from, and probably the last person who would. She had a chance now, and her heart was racing with it.
“Really…?” she said, her voice fluttering.
“Yeah…” Ryan responded, taking a step closer. She reciprocated. “So…can I…” his voice trailed off, he was unable to find the words, they all wanted to come pouring through. He abandoned speaking and instead pulled her close by her hips. Smiling, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and leaned in.
Their lips and tongues met, intertwined and danced around. She inhaled sharply through her nose and wrapped a long leg around his body and pulled herself in close. Ryan moved his hands from her waist to her firm ass, lifting her up into him and pinning her against the wall. Kissing from her lips across her cheek, he nibbled on her ear lobes. Her heavy, long breathing interlaced with approving moans filled his ears. Leaning back, he kissed her one last time and smiled.
Her face beamed back into his. She bit her lip softly, making no motion to break away from him. Without warning, he picked her up again and moved them out from their temporary shelter and out into the pouring rain. She gasped slightly, before giggling and running her hands down his body. Kissing him deeply, she traced her hand down to his belt and began to grapple with.
“Are you sure?” he leaned back with a smile, making no attempt to stop her.
“I’ve been sure for a while now,” she whispered back, finally getting it undone and working on the button of his pants.
“How long?”
“Months,” she said with a smile before breaking away from him and dropping to her knees. Ryan braced himself against the wall, looking around to see who was about to be the second luckiest person on the course. They were backed up to a small grouping of trees that split two holes. To their left and right were tee boxes and more trees. They were about as secluded as you could get on a golf course.
Unzipping his pants, she pulled his cock out, which was already straining to free itself. She began slowly sucking on the head, making intentional slurping and sucking sounds with her lips. With one hand, she hiked up her skirt and began to gently massage her already wet pussy. Taking his cock all the way down her throat, Ryan grunted and rolled his eyes back. He was simultaneously the luckiest man on earth, as well as the densest since it took almost the entire Summer to figure out she was coming on to him.
She worked his cock deeper and deeper down her throat, holding it a second before returning to the head, licking along the shaft. In an instant, her wet shirt came off followed quickly by her bra. Her perky breasts dripped with sweat now washed away by the falling rain, splashing off her nipples and onto the ground below. She looked up at Ryan, locking his gaze with her piercing blue eyes.
Standing up, she ran her hands up his shirt, sliding it off and leaving it in a wet heap on the ground. Pressing her body into his, she kissed him again, stroking his hard cock with her free hand. Taking his hand in hers, she leads him a few feet away to the grass, now fully exposed to the falling rain. She gently pushes him down to his back and positions herself over him. Dropping to her knees, she guides his cock to her, which slides freely into her waiting pussy. Moaning, she pinches her nipples and begins to ride him. Slowly at first before picking up speed, dropping her head back and letting the falling rain collect on her face and wind down strands of her hair.
She gently began to ride him, running her hands over her hot, drenched body. A mixture of sweat and water streams off her, splashing onto his. He runs his hands up her sides, gripping her firm, soaking breasts. Running them back down, firmly grabbing a hold of her waist, Ryan began thrusting up with greater and greater force. The sound of their thighs clapping together speeding up, yet muffled by the sounds of the encroaching storm.
Gabrielle let out a loud, exasperated moan before falling forward on her hands and pressing her body against his. Their breathing sped up, their moans echoing in each other’s ears. Ryan wrapping his arms around her, he speeds his thrusting up, faster and faster. Her moaning follows suit, growing louder and more passionate. Clawing and scratching down her back, she drops her mouth open and takes a long breath, slowly, deliberately letting it out. Arching her back, Ryan runs his hands up her body and squeezes her breasts, licking and sucking on her hard nipples. He runs them back down her body and spanks her firm ass. She bites her lip in response and plants one long, passionate kiss on him before swinging her leg over his body in an exaggerated motion and crawling on all fours.
Ryan pushes himself to his knees and hobbles over to her waiting body. Grabbing onto her ass, he bends down slightly, running his tongue deep into her clit and sucking on it. Her heavenly scent lingering on his beard. Kneeling back upright, he slides the length of his cock along her dripping pussy, stopping the head just shy. Gabrielle looked back and smiled, reaching behind her, she guided it back into place before leaning back into it.
He gives her ass another spank before slowly plunging it deeper and deeper inside her. Her moaning grows louder, suppressed by the now thundering rain. Water splashes off her ass with each thrust and spank. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he pulls her back up, his other hand gripped tightly on her waist.
“Fuck me,” she finally manages. “Fuck me hard.”
Ryan wastes no time and does as he is commanded. Thrusting deeper and deeper, as hard and fast as he can manage. Gabrielle’s moaning has now stopped completely, her mouth agape in silent rapture.
“Fuck,” he manages. “Fuck, I’m…”
“Fill me up, baby…” Gabrielle cuts him off.
In an instant, he can’t hold himself back anymore and explodes inside of her. Gabrielle rolls her eyes back, pushing her ass back into him, ensuring no drop gets wasted. His body shutters and convulses under the most powerful orgasm he’s ever felt. Inch by inch, he slowly pulls himself out from her, and falls to his back on the grass. She follows suit, laying down next to him, both gasping for air under the cool rain, now forming steam on their hot bodies. They took a moment, enjoying the brief time together as their bodies returned to Earth.
“Jesus,” Ryan finally forced out. “We should have been doing this for a long time.”
Gabrielle laughs. “Next time, learn to know when a girl is dropping hints.” Her body shuddered slightly. “Now, be a saint and go get the keys to the shed from the cart? They should be in one of the cup holders.”
Ryan sat up, staring at her with a smile. “This whole time?”
She smiled. “This whole time. I wanted to give you one last chance to make a move before I beat one out of you.”
Ryan blinked before laughing and dropping back down to the grass. He ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes closed, face peppered with sweat and drops of rain that beaded down his cheeks to his ears. He glanced over at Gabrielle, a half sinister, half knowing smile now tattooed to her face. “Beat one out of me, eh?”
She shrugged. “I’ve seen your swing. I’m pretty sure you’ve got the upper body strength of-”
He wouldn’t let her finish. In a flash, he was on top of her and put her on her back. She giggled and yelped, accepting her new position under him by wrapping her legs and arms around his now drenched body. Leaning down slowly, he leaves a long, lingering kiss on Gabrielle’s lips, taking a moment to lick a mixture of sweat and water from her cheek.
“You were saying?” he said with a playful smile.
She cocked an eyebrow at him. “I stand corrected…” she leaned into his ear, licked off a drop of rain before finishing “…sir.”
He smiled before getting up and walking to the cart. Gabrielle smiled, watching him walk away, his firm, wet body dripping in the falling rain. She pictured him in her shower, she pictured them in a pool, she pictured them next to rivers and beaches, public and private. She closed her eyes, tracing her fingers around her stomach and up to her breasts, enjoying the refreshing rain cooling off her sultry body. Soon, she found herself wanting more, but smiled knowing that they have the time now.
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