Golf Run
Sizzling Golf Course Romance: A sexy first date that escalated rather quickly
The day of my first date with Mark arrived, and I could hardly contain my excitement. I spent extra time preparing, carefully choosing the perfect outfit that balanced casual and chic. As I stood outside the golf course, waiting for him to arrive, I felt a mix of nerves and anticipation fluttering in my stomach. I had met Mark through such crazy circumstances, but to think that he had asked me out in that instance, I was very excited but tried to play it off casually.
I wore a white skirt with a flair, long socks, and an easy shirt. It took a lot of research and outfit changes to get to this.
Just as I was starting to worry that he forgot our plans, I spotted him walking towards me with a charming smile that melted away my nervousness.
"Hey, Emily! You look amazing," he said, his eyes sparkling.
"Thanks, Mark! You look great, too," I replied, trying to keep my cool.
He looked better than the last time I saw him. Given the last time we saw each other, we were grinding at a concert, but still. The man wore a simple pair of what my research had told me: golf pants, a designer polo shirt, and a cap.
It was simple yet so classy.
We entered the golf course together, and as we walked toward the first hole, I couldn't help but take in the beauty of the place. The course was a tranquil and picturesque oasis, with immaculate fairways and greens surrounded by trees and well-manicured shrubbery. The tall trees framed the edges of the course, and in the distance, I could see a small pond reflecting the golden hues of the setting sun. The whole place exuded a sense of tranquility, making it an ideal spot for a leisurely afternoon date.
The low sun painted the landscape with warm hues, adding to the moment's magic.
"So, have you ever played golf before?" Mark asked, handing me a golf club and a few balls.
I chuckled nervously. "Not really. I've only seen it on TV."
"Don't worry, I'll be your golf guru," he said playfully. "Let's start with the grip. Hold the club like this, and try to relax your hands."
He gently positioned my hands on the club and stood behind me, guiding me through the swinging motion. With his encouragement, I attempted to hit the ball, and while my first few swings were awkward, I could feel myself improving under his patient guidance. Mark showed me the proper grip and stance, and I couldn't help but feel a bit clumsy at first. He stood behind me, guiding me through the swinging motion, and with each attempt, I felt more at ease. His presence alone made me feel comfortable enough to try something new without fear of judgment.
I couldn't help but notice the intimacy of the situation.
With him pressed against my back and me leaning over as I was at the moment… very erotic. Now if I could grind on him a little.
"Nice try! Just follow through and keep your eyes on the ball," he advised, returning me to reality.
As the afternoon unfolded, Mark continued to teach me the basics of golf. His hands were constantly on my body. Arm, leg, thigh, shoulder, chin as he explained the different clubs, the rules of play, and the game's objective – to get the ball into the hole in as few strokes as possible. We started playing through the course, and I was amazed at how serene and enjoyable the experience was. The golf pitch seemed to be a world of its own, where time slowed down and everyday life worries faded.
"You're doing great, Emily! You're a quick learner," Mark encouraged, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at his words.
As we moved from hole to hole, Mark shared stories of his own experiences with golf, making me laugh at his misadventures and triumphs. It was in those moments of laughter and genuine connection that I realized how special this date was turning out to be… save for the fact that I wanted so badly to take him to one of the ladies' rooms and ride him like my favorite pony.
Throughout the game, I couldn't help but notice how effortlessly Mark carried himself on the golf course. His confidence and expertise were captivating, but I loved how he treated me even more. He was patient and supportive and made me feel like I could conquer any challenge that came my way.
Finally, when I was well-worn and too hot and bothered to think straight, we sat on a bench overlooking the course, sipping refreshing drinks. He removed his cap to brush his dark brown hair away from his grey eyes, and I had enough. I was going to have him take me to the loo.
"You know, I had a great time today," I said, looking into his eyes.
"Me too. It was a wonderful day," he replied, his smile warm and genuine.
"You're an amazing teacher," I admitted, feeling grateful for his guidance as I let my hand run across his on the table.
"I had an excellent student," he teased, making me blush.
As we sat there, our conversation continued to flow effortlessly. The golf course had become more than just a backdrop for our date; it symbolized our connection, where we shared laughter, stories, and a growing bond.
With each hole we played, I felt my affection for Mark deepen. Golf was no longer just a sport but a shared experience that brought us closer together. And in that beautiful moment, I realized I wanted this first date to become something more profound – the beginning of a beautiful journey.
"Hey, can you show me to the ladies?" I asked him.
"Oh, Uh, Sure. Let me show you," he said as we left our empty glasses.
We went to the club house away from the course, where a few other patrons mingled about with their respective dates. We walked past all of them, going towards the back where bathrooms were available.
"Here we are," he said as we stopped in front of the door.
"Oh, Okay," I said as I walked in, then I decided to throw caution in the wind.
I opened the door, stuck my hand out, and pulled him in by his collar.
"Em…" he called in shock as I pulled him in, but I immediately covered his mouth with mine in a torrent kiss.
He was shocked for a few seconds, but soon he flipped us, so I was pressed against the door as he pulled away to look at me. I was a panting mess, but I would not look away from his now stormy depth. I had made my move, so the ball was now in his court.
Mark smirked as he reached over and locked the door I was leaning against.
"Naughty, are we?" he teased as he sharply pulled me into his chest.
I let out a breathy moan before he kissed down my neck, nibbling and licking on the skin there. Then his mouth captured mine again in a fierce kiss that had my pussy clenching happily.
He lifted me then, letting me wrap my thighs around him as he took us away from the door. His mouth never left mine as he went. Then he placed me on the slab facing away from the mirror.
"Mark," I moaned, my hands dipping into his soft hair as my head fell back in pleasure.
He was thorough in his kisses as he kissed down my neck to the dip of my breasts and further. His large hands wrapped around my breasts, squeezing them lightly in the most erotic of moves, I saw stars, but he was not letting me up.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked suddenly.
He did not pull away fully but just enough to look into my eyes.
"Yeah," I said breathily. "I've wanted to fuck you from the moment you showed me how to bend over for the perfect score," I said.
He growled animalistically before grabbing my neck lightly.
"I had thought it was all in my mind. You pressing your ass against me all that time," he said against my chest before taking a small nip at my skin.