Beer-Cart Girl [FM]- part 2

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uboe3v/beercart_girl_fm/)

Kylie’s lips parted as she brought her mouth to the tip of my dick. Her pink, pillowy lips grazed the head as if she was using me to gently reapply lip-gloss. I inhaled sharply and she glanced up at me, studying my reaction. She cocked her head to the right and slowly kissed down the side of my shaft. As she reached the base of my dick she casually cocked her head to the left, her perfect little nose brushing the underside of my shaft. She began planting small, slow kisses up the other side of my shaft until she reached the head. She traced her lips again, the head of my dick gliding around her lips in slow circuits, clockwise then counterclockwise.

She took her lips off of me and tossed her ponytail behind her. She released my dick from her grip and started to rub the inside of my thighs up and down with both hands. “Are you going to relax for me?” She asked.

Beer-Cart Girl [FM]

*Sunny. 70 degrees. A gentle breeze from the southeast. Perfect conditions.*

I closed my eyes and rolled my head around my shoulders. The stress of the week released with every little crack and pop. I inhaled and slowly exhaled. The smell of fresh cut grass hung in the air. I opened my eyes and stared down the fairway. Lined up my shot and teed off. Golf season was back.

After months of grinding away at work, my busy period had concluded and I had earned a well-deserved respite. A short 10 minute drive from my house was a sanctuary, the Rolling Hills Golf Course. I am by no means a golf course connoisseur (or a great golfer for that matter). But of all the courses I have played on, Rolling Hills was my favorite. It was close to home, reasonably priced, and the greens were well-maintained.