Lucky Shot On The Course

Part 2. It may help to read part 1 for some context, but not necessary. I tried to take some of your thoughts into consideration when writing this. Enjoy!

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The next week goes by very slowly. I have another shift during the week at Timber Ridge Golf Course, but there is rarely any beverage cart service during the weekdays, so I won't see Bethany at work again until my shift on Sunday.

I know she always works Friday-Sunday at either our course Timber Ridge, or at Coyote Valley. Luckily Friday is July 3rd, so I have the day off from my regular job.

After a long work week, Friday eventually comes and I decide to take advantage of the beautiful summer weather. My girlfriend Emma just left for her girls' trip for the week, so like any guy, I immediately head off to the course to play a quick round of golf.

When I get to Timber Ridge I grab my clubs and head up to the clubhouse, but they're completely booked full. No tee times open for at least the next 3 hours. Coyote Valley isn't too far away, maybe 15 minutes, so I head that way to try and play there.

Now, Coyote Valley is in a much wealthier area of Carlsville. Instead of older cars like mine, there are mostly recent model year mid-range and up cars. I feel a little out of place every time I come here to play, so I really try to avoid it if I can.

I park my car at the far end of the parking lot, against a tree line and behind their cart barn. I leave my clubs in the trunk this time and head up to the pro-shop. I'd rather not lug my bag all the way back if I can't play here either.

"Hey Kyle! Trying to play today?" Mason, Coyote Valley's long time pro-shop attendant, says as I walk in.

"Hi Mason, yeah I am. Got anything open?"

"Yeah man if you can get to the first tee in 7 minutes there's a gap we can squeeze you out in."

"Sweet thanks! I'll catch up with you after the round then." I say as I run out the door to grab my clubs and a cart. I'm in such a rush to get everything together on time that I completely miss Bethany parked at the side entrance to the bar area.

I somehow make it to the first tee on time, take 2 quick practice swings to loosen up, and hit my shot. It's my normal big slice, but I played it perfectly into the middle of the fairway. My second shot ends up on the green, but 40 feet away. Two putts later, par.

The next few holes go much worse, and I'm well over par. Standing on the 6th hole, a par 3, waiting for the green to clear, I see the beverage cart coming down the path towards my tee.

"Hey Kyle! I waved and yelled for you up by the bar but you were in such a hurry you didn't hear me." Bethany says, with a fake pouty face.

'I thought I heard someone say something, but I was in such a rush I just ignored it' I think to myself. "Yeah sorry, Mason basically gave me 5 minutes to get to the tee."

"That's ok! Glad to see you here anyway. Are we still good to hang out this weekend?" she says with a wink.

"Yeah absolutely. Emma left for her trip already if you wanna come by. Does tonight work for you?"

"Ugh no actually, not tonight. Steve already made plans for us with his family, so I can't get out of it without looking suspicious. Tomorrow?"

"Yeah, tomorrow is good. Any time works for me, I've got nothing going on all day."

We decided after the night at the diner that it's best to keep our plans verbal only, for now. Less chance of Emma or Steve catching onto anything.

"Okay that works! Do you need anything from the cart before I drive off?"

"Yeah, I'll take a light blue Gatorade."

She gets out to open the cooler part for the Gatorade. She's in that silly purple shirt the courses make her wear, but tight black leggings that hug every curve. She had to bend down to get the light blue one from the bottom of the cooler, which through the thin fabric, let me see she wasn't wearing any underwear.

With a big grin on my face, "You know, you really should be careful around here. You never know who may try something with the cute cart girl not wearing any panties."

She turns around with my Gatorade, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, all these 50 year olds out here really think they have a shot."

I grab the Gatorade, take a quick gulp and toss it in my cart. Give her the couple bucks it cost plus a good tip, and head up to the tee to hit my shot. Unlike the last 4 holes, this one went great! Stuck it to 5 feet.

She gives me a little clap, "Great shot Kyle!"

"Thanks"

"Okay well I've got to get going, people are thirsty out there!"

I took a quick look around, no one is near us and I was close enough to the cart, as she turned around to get in, I gave her ass a nice hard slap. The kind that echoes through the trees. She just laughed, "You guys are all the same!" and drove off towards her next customer.

I play pretty average for the next 12 holes, seeing her drive by once or twice, looking for people to buy drinks and snacks. Each time she passed I thought to myself 'If I had to have a snack it'd be her, not a bag of chips and a beer!'

By the time the round is over, it's almost 6:00 pm and I'm beat. It was a scorching hot day. Temperature topped out at 95 degrees, feels like 104, with no clouds in sight. I throw my clubs in the car, bring the cart back to the drop off area, and head into the clubhouse to cool down.

Walking into the clubhouse I hear "Hey Kyle, if you want a cool wet towel just head back in the kitchen and grab one."

"Thanks Mason, will do. It felt like the surface of the sun out there for a while!"

Heading back towards the kitchen, I see Bethany working the bar now. The heat and late time probably brought her inside off the cart, evening sales aren't as good outside as they are inside at the bar.

"Hey Bethany, Mason said I could go back and grab a towel to cool off." I say as I stroll past her towards the storage area.

"Okay! You may need a key, I think they have them locked up now. Give me a minute to finish with Mr. Reese here and I'll help you out."

I head to the back and wait for her to come back with the key.

She unlocks the door, grabs a towel and hands it to me. "There you go. If you want it wet, sink is over there" while pointing around the corner to the utility sink on the other side of the walk-in cooler. I smile, say thanks, and walk that way. A nice towel wet with cold water is just the thing I need right now.

I look around quickly as I wet the towel, in this spot of the kitchen no one can see me unless they're 5 feet away. I decide to quickly take my shirt off to towel off my back and chest, hoping that helps cool me down quicker.

"Hey when you're done would you mind helping..." I hear Bethany say from around the corner. I turn around quickly, and see her standing there, staring at me, biting her bottom lip. She takes two steps towards me, puts both hands on my chest and looks up at me.

"If you're going to get me this turned on at work, you're gonna have to take care of it too. Meet me upstairs in 10 minutes." She gives my ass a good squeeze before turning and heading back to the bar.

The clubhouse at Coyote Valley is mostly 1 level, with only the big event space and a few storage rooms upstairs. I head upstairs 15 minutes later, you know, fashionably late and all. Plus it's better for us both if no one at the courses find out, better safe than sorry.

I reach the top of the steps and loudly whisper "Bethany?" loud enough for anyone upstairs to hear, but quiet enough it doesn't travel back down the stairs.

"Over here Kyle" I look to my left, towards the hallway with the storage rooms. She's standing at the end of it, near the biggest of the storage rooms. She's looking towards me, putting her hair up in a ponytail, that look in her eye. I know what she's wanting before she opens that storage door.

Once she opens it, we both step in. It's a big enough room, where the big event banners and seasonal decor is all stored when they don't need it.

Before the door even closes behind us, she's on her knees in front of me. My shorts and boxers now suddenly at my ankles, she looks up at me as she starts sucking gently on my balls. Her soft hands starting to work my shaft hard.

Once I'm at full-mast, she gets up and gives me one of those 'fuck me right now' kind of kisses.

"Turn around and bend over. I want to see that perfect ass."

She turns, bends over, and wiggles her hips seductively. Everything she's doing just screams 'take me now!' I slide my fingers in both sides of her leggings, yanking them down past her knees.

With her now bent over some random storage box, I step back and admire her. Wide hips that fit her body perfectly, juicy butt to match. The risk of getting caught combined with how incredibly sexy she is, I'm ready to go.

I move in closer behind her, "Are you ready for it?" As I take the tip of my cock and press it between her folds, sliding from her clit to her hole a few times. I love to tease, I enjoy it and it drives her wild.

"Yesssss, just put it in! They're going to start wondering where I......oooooooh yes!" Right as she was finishing that sentence I slide the tip in. Only the first inch or so. Then back out to her clit, back to her hole to put a little more in. I keep doing this a little more each time until the whole thing is buried inside her tight hole.

Now fully buried to the hilt, I grab a fistful of her hair, wrap it around my hand and pull. Using her hair as leverage to slam deeper inside her. My free hand finds its way to her right ass cheek, with a nice hard slap. It echoes in the little storage room, and I realize we need to be very careful. There's no telling who could hear us if we're too loud.

I pull back on her hair, bringing her back up to my chest. Reaching under her shirt, I play with her nipple while making sure I fuck her as deep as I can.

I really want to give it to her hard, so I push her back down and let go of her hair. Then with both hands on her hips, I take long hard strokes in and out of her. All the way out to just the tip, then bury myself back inside her tight pussy.

"Nnnmmmmghh Kyle right there!" she says, a little too loudly.

"Shhhh. If you keep being that loud, someone could hear us!" After that, I can't take any chances. I decide to flip her on her back for missionary and clamp my hand gently but firmly over her mouth to muffle any screams.

She tries to say something, it sounds like 'I'm gonna cum!' but I can't hear her through my hand. It's obvious a few seconds later when her gushing pussy clamps down on my dick.

"Mmmm Bethany I'm gonna cum soon!"

She slaps my hand off her mouth, "Cum inside me again! I want to feel you dripping out of me while I'm with Steve's family later!"

That set me over the edge, "I'm cummiiiinnnnggg!" I groan as I unload shot after shot into her waiting pussy. We quickly get our clothes back on and peek out the door.

"Bethany you go first, I'll come down in a few minutes."

"Okay." She grabs my phone and texts herself. "I'll text you when the coast is clear. See you tomorrow" she gives me a quick kiss and off she goes, my cum dripping out of her as she walks.

A couple minutes later I get the all clear text, and head down the stairs and out to my car. Luckily Mason was taking out trash and I could get out cleanly.

I drive home, windows down, music loud just like last weekend. I decided to swing through the local carry-out for a quick bite to eat. Burger and fries, with a large sweet tea. The classic meal of a guy on his own for dinner.

When I finally get home I park in the garage, hop in the shower, and it's 10:00pm by the time I finally lay down in bed. I normally fall asleep easily, and tonight is no exception.

The next morning I wake up to my neighbour's rooster at 5:00am. 'Great, after yesterday I really wanted to sleep in today. Guess I'm getting up now.'

That's honestly probably best anyway, the house needs some cleaning. I also need to clear another space in the garage for Bethany to park when she gets here, so the neighbours don't get suspicious.

I texted her my address and by noon I've got the house cleaned up a bit and space in the garage cleared for her SUV. Now I'm just waiting for a text from her about her ETA.

That text comes while I'm lying on the couch watching old SportsCenter reruns. The ones from the SVP and Stuart Scott era.

B: I'll be there in about 45 minutes.

K: Okay see you soon. I'll open the garage for you, park in there.

On the TV, they're talking about how great the Phillies' starting pitchers are. It's the time they had the Four Aces: Hamels, Lee, Oswalt, and Halladay. As a transplant Phillies fan, I remember those years fondly. They've been fun to watch recently too. When SVP signs off this edition of SportsCenter, I realize it's been 30 minutes since that text came in.

I head out to the garage to kill time and look busy. 10 minutes later, her SUV pulls into my driveway and I quickly wave her into the garage, shutting it behind her.

"Hey Bethany" I grin as she gets out of her car.

"Hey Kyle!" she jumps and wraps her legs and arms around me, kissing me. My hands naturally go straight to her ass so she doesn't fall.

"Calm down Mr. Horndog and help me get my bag!"

'Didn't realize she was bringing a bag today,' I think to myself, 'Maybe she's planning on today becoming tomorrow too? Hopefully!'

"Here let me get that for you." I grab her bag, leading her up the little steps and into my house.

Now, I bought my house right as COVID was really becoming a thing, so the market hadn't gone crazy yet. It's nice, but modest. Just a regular 3 bed 2 bath, LVT floors, laminate countertop. Appliance-wise it's gas everything, which has really helped with these crazy electric prices recently. Plus I'm paying less than half of what people in downtown Carlsville are paying for rent.

I walk into my bedroom and set her bag down on the king bed.

"Are you hungry? I can grill something if you want."

"No, not yet thanks! I picked up something for lunch on my way here. Maybe for dinner though. What do you have?"

I think about it, "For grilling? Not much. I can run up to the store real quick for some steaks if that sounds good?"

"Mmmm yes, I love steak." she says, pausing after for a moment. "I'll come with you!"

There's her infectious positive personality again, just always a happy-go-lucky kind of woman. I love it, it rubs off on me whenever I'm around her.

"Yeah we can go together. We should probably go to the next one over, to avoid seeing anyone around here."

"Yeah true. Good idea! Let me get changed real quick" she says as she walks quickly into the bedroom.

I'm not sure if she accidentally forgot, or did it on purpose for me, but she didn't close the door. Seeing this woman strip completely naked right in front of me was truly a sight to see.

She has clearly spent the last week at her parents' pool they just put in. Her smooth skin perfectly tanned, only some small bumps and scratches anywhere. A perfect natural body, thick in all the right places, with her perky C cup breasts. That's when I notice she doesn't have any tan lines.

'What I would pay to see that' I think to myself, catching myself staring again.

She grabs the smallest thong I've ever seen and puts it on, followed by a short sundress. Seeing all the women out in sundresses is my favorite part of summer, and this one is no exception.

She grabs something from the bottom of her bag and heads into the attached bathroom. A minute or so later she comes back out.

"Okay, ready!"

We head out to my car, hop in, and head out for the roughly 30 minute drive to the next grocery store. When we get just out of town, she reaches in her purse and hands me something. It's a little remote control, 5 buttons. Off, LOW, MEDIUM, HIGH, and MAX.

"What is this?" I ask.

"Press LOW and you'll find out" she says, winking at me.

I press LOW. I immediately hear a light vibrating noise come from her seat. I see her close her eyes, squirming a little, and readjusting herself in the seat.

That's when I realize what it is. This woman put in a remote control vibrator, and gave me the controller.

I turn it off, give her a big shit-eating grin, "I'm gonna make you regret giving me this." Right as she's about to say something, I quickly hit the MEDIUM button, immediately followed by OFF.

For a man that likes to tease, this is going to be a very fun trip to the store.

"Hey Kyle, you want to know something kind of kinky?"

"About you? Obviously" I say as I press the MEDIUM button for probably the 5th time in 10 minutes, but this time I let it go for about 15 seconds before shutting it off.

"Stop for a minute! You're gonna like this."

"Okay Bethany, you've got my attention. What's up?"

"So remember yesterday how I told you that Steve and I had a thing planned with his parents? And how I told you I wanted your cum dripping out of me while we were with them?"

"Yeah I remember."

"Well it was, I could feel it soaking into my panties as we sat and ate dinner together."

"That's so fucking hot Bethany."

"Oh wait, I'm not done" she says, giving me an evil grin. "When Steve and I got home last night, I made him fuck me. I never even got to cum because he finished so quickly. He kept commenting on how extra wet I felt this time... I made Steve fuck your sloppy seconds Kyle. Oh, and he doesn't get to finish inside me anymore. That's for you only."

"Holy shit Bethany that's kinky as fuck." I press the LOW button and let it go for a full minute before turning off again.

"Do you think he had any idea?"

"He had no clue. Steve is kind of clueless when it comes to sex. Very vanilla too. I got this toy as a 4 year anniversary present for him, to spice things up, but he never wanted to use it."

"Well his loss is my gain" I say, pressing the MAX button.

"OH MY GOD KYLE." She gasps, shaking, squeezing her legs shut. I turn it off again.

"If you keep this up, you're going to need to clean your seat."

"Don't worry, it's a waterproof seat cover. I WANT you to soak it."

By now we're pulling into the store parking lot. I park the car and we get out. I set the remote down on the console to make her think I left it, but I grabbed it quickly when she wasn't looking. 'I'm gonna leave this off for awhile, make her really think I left it in the car.'

Walking through the first set of doors, we grab a small cart and head into the store.

"Bethany, what are you thinking for a side dish? We've got all the produce here, I could throw some zucchini slices on the other side of the grill."

"Yeah I like zucchini. Let's do that."

We head over to the zucchini and start sifting through to find the best one.

I nudge her with my elbow, "Remind you of anything?" I say with an obvious wink.

She let's out a sarcastic laugh, "ha ha ha, you're so original."

"I try. Now pick one already, I want to get back to the meat counter for the steaks."

She puts a zucchini in one of those bags for produce, and sets it in the cart. We walk back towards the meat counter, me pushing the cart but her leading. Anything I can do to get a look at her from behind.

She pulls a number at the meat counter, it's 78. The display on the wall says 'Now Serving Guest #75'

Okay, not too much of a wait. I start looking in the case, trying to eye the best looking ribeyes. A few minutes later I hear "GUEST NUMBER 78"

Bethany responds "here!" then puts the tag in the jar on the counter.

"What can I do for you?" the guy behind the counter asks.

"We're looking for some steaks. Kyle, did you see any you like?"

"Yeah, I'd like the 2 ribeyes in the middle of the row please."

"Coming right up."

I step back and wait for the steaks to be wrapped and handed to us.

"Here you are, anything else?"