the 10th hole [FM]

Last year sometime, I was lying in bed one evening feeling really horny. I decided to scroll through tinder, with little to no hope of finding someone suitable and willing to help on such short notice. I was unfortunately in a small town in the middle of nowhere, working as an au pair. Chances of someone being in my vicinity were slim to none. I did some swiping anyways, even willing to perhaps entertain a bit of shameless sexting.

During this time I remember tinder had introduced some sort of timer chat game where if you messaged each other enough, your pictures would reveal and you could decide if you’d like to match. It was good fun but finding someone I found attractive proved to be unlikely, as shallow as it is to admit, so I started talking a bunch of shit with every person I came across, enjoying myself immensely with the different conversations I was having.

Eventually I got talking with a cheeky guy who called himself Duncan. Before our pictures revealed he asked me to describe what I looked like to him. I took the bait and responded ”Well I’m about 5’5, with brown hair and hazel eyes, with some meat on my bones, how about you?”

I waited to see if he would respond before the timer went off or if I’d deterred him, but he started typing.

So, Duncan is 6’2, with brown hair and blue eyes. Sure, he sounded charming, but they were just words until I could see for myself. I sat looking at the timer as it went down, contemplating if I was going to wait around to see what he looked like, when I saw him typing again.

”Well I really want to see you now, let’s send some nonsense until our pictures show”

I laughed as we both exchanged a few messages of gibberish until our pictures were revealed.

I was surprised. He wasn’t drop dead gorgeous or anything, but he was handsome in a generic/plain way and he had a neatly trimmed beard that I found really appealing. I chose to match with him and there he was.

”You’re hotter than you made out”

I rolled my eyes at this but I couldn’t help but smile. I was easily charmed, with a pussy aching to be touched.

After a bit of shameless flirting, I stopped beating around the bush and made it pretty clear I was interested in having sex. He told me he was in London, which was over an hour away by car, and nearing 10 in the evening already, so we agreed it was a nice idea, but would have to stay one. He came across as a bit socially awkward.

I was determined to get him riled, and apparently I succeeded, because soon after, we were agreeing to meet somewhere halfway so we could do something naughty.

He gave me an address and told me to meet him there in about 40 minutes. I typed it in and saw it was a golf course. A GOLF COURSE.

Thing is, I didn’t account for the fact that I was in a foreign country I barely knew, so trying to (badly) multitask by looking at maps and drive, I missed my turn and ended up adding a nice half hour to my journey. By the time I pulled up to the golf course, there was a street littered with a few empty cars but not a person in sight. I checked my phone and saw some texts from him, understandably thinking I’d stood him up and was playing some cruel joke on him, so he was on his way home.

I remember putting my head on the steering wheel in defeat while replying and apologizing, explaining what had happened and that I understand his side completely, and before I knew it the guy was on his way back.

I sprayed some perfume on my neck and climbed out of the car, straightening my dress that I’d paired with some fish nets and heeled boots. Slightly embarrassed by the fact that I was in a hideous mustard yellow car but also too horny to care. I was thrilled by the idea of meeting this stranger out here in the dark. Not my best idea.

A few moments later a car pulled to a stop and parked in front of me. I could feel my heart rate increasing with the excitement and fear of the unknown. A tall, somewhat lanky brunette man stepped out of the vehicle and walked toward me confidently.

I stood up straight and smiled as he reached me, hoping to seem more sure of myself than I felt. We embraced each other quickly. I remember him softly saying to me ”You look really good.”

”So do you.” Have another smile.

He gently put his hand on my arm and started leading the way. I asked where we were going. ”The dark.” He responded. I couldn’t help but let out a laugh at how absurd this was. We began to relax and warm to each other, trying to fill the silence of our short walk with the small bits of information we’d gathered about each other over tinder. Neither of us genuinely caring about what the other had to say.

We walked through a small gate and onto (the 9th hole probably?) a dimly lit green. He stopped mid sentence and turned me towards him, and then we were kissing. Our tongues entwining urgently. Passionately. Quickly.

I couldn’t help myself. I put my hand on his crotch as we stood there kissing and felt him grow even harder instantly. While still fervently kissing him, I started unbuckling his belt and undoing his zipper. A nice one. Jackpot. He started pulling the front of my dress down to expose my tits, grabbing at them and pinching my nipple.

I dropped down onto my knees and took him in my mouth, trying to take him as far as my throat would allow but not quite reaching the base of his cock. He started moaning lightly while entangling his fingers in my hair and thrusting gently – checking for permission. Those sounds were music to my ears. I loved knowing I was being good. I put my hands on his thighs and he started fucking my mouth. I loved every second of it, gagging, spit running down my throat and slight oxygen deprivation included.

I stood up, wiped my mouth and took him by the hand, walking further out onto the green where the light wasn’t as illuminating. Satisfied that we were more out of plain sight, I decided to give in to my needs and desires.

I stopped in my tracks. Lifted my dress up and bent over. I had no underwear on.

”Fucking hell,” he remarked while starting to peel down the waistband of my fishnet stockings.

”No,” I grabbed his hand and pulled it away. ”Rip them.”

He was happy to oblige, roughly ripping a hole in the stockings over my ass, I asked him to put a condom on which he did in record time, and started lining his thick cock up with my pussy.

He grunted loudly as he pushed himself inside me, and started pounding me roughly at once, so much so that I almost fell over. I giggled slightly and steadied myself, moans forcing themselves out from my throat each time he rocked his hips into me. I could feel him losing himself, giving in to his instincts and his body. He reached around and grabbed onto my breasts while thrusting himself into me. ”I can’t believe we’re doing this, I’m so turned on right now.” He said into my ear.

I leant further forward to feel his cock deeper inside me. I was so turned on by how much he seemed to enjoy my body, moaning while running his hands all over my ass and thighs while he fucked my tight pussy. I was more turned on by my effect on him than anything.

He carried on, fucking in an almost animalistic way, grabbing at me, touching me, grunting in pleasure as he could feel himself building.

”I’m gonna fucking cum.” He said, urgently gripping onto my hips and slamming into me.

Yes baby, go on and cum for me.

His thrusts jerked and slowed as I felt his cock pulsating inside me. He reached his arms around me and pulled me tightly against him, trying to get himself as far inside me as he could. I let my head fall back onto his shoulder while he put his hand around my neck and held me in place.

We stood there for a few seconds longer gathering ourselves before he pulled out of me, We looked at each other, almost as if to say, so that just happened.

”That was fun.”

”Yeah, I’m sorry I was late.” I replied.

”You made up for it.”

We walked back to our cars together, making small talk over nothing in particular. I gave him a hug, climbed into trusty mustard and drove off.

We kept in touch every now and then, I get the feeling I’m one of his favourite stories. He told me that doggy was his least favourite position and he struggles to cum at all, but with me it was a struggle NOT to cum. How sweet.

Every now and then I get a nice text saying ”It felt so good to feel your ass hitting my hips as I fucked you.”

Well, I’m a slut for compliments. Or just a slut.

Hope you enjoyed my little adventure :) Have not met any randoms on golf courses since.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10i56hx/the_10th_hole_fm