The sun beat down on the fairway as I pulled my cart up to the tenth tee. That's when I spotted her. Amber, the new cart girl, rolling up in her little white golf cart stocked with beers and snacks.
She had on those tiny khaki shorts that barely covered her ass and a polo shirt unbuttoned just enough to show the swell of her tits. Her blonde ponytail swung as she hopped out.
"Need anything cold, handsome?" she asked, flashing a grin that said she knew exactly what she was doing.
I grabbed a beer and watched her bend over to grab it from the cooler. Those shorts rode up, flashing the bottom curve of her cheeks. My cock twitched in my pants. "How about your number too?" I said, keeping it direct.
She laughed but didn't pull away when I brushed my hand against her thigh. "I'm off in an hour. Meet me behind the maintenance shed after your round."
I finished the round in record time, my mind already on her. When I found her cart parked out of sight, Amber was waiting, leaning against the side with her shirt open and no bra underneath. Her nipples were hard from the breeze.
"Get over here," she said, voice low and filthy. She grabbed my belt and yanked me close, undoing my pants in one pull. My cock sprang out, already hard. She wrapped her fingers around it and stroked once, twice, then dropped to her knees in the grass.
She took me straight into her mouth, no teasing. Warm, wet, sucking hard like she wanted to drain me right there. Her tongue swirled under the head while she bobbed, spit running down my shaft. I grabbed her ponytail and fucked her face, thrusting deep until she gagged but kept going.
"Fuck, that's good," I growled. She pulled off, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my cock. "My turn."
She stood, shoved her shorts down, and bent over the cart seat. Her pussy was shaved smooth and already glistening. I lined up and drove in balls-deep in one thrust. She was tight and hot, gripping me like a fist. I fucked her hard, hips slapping against her ass, the cart rocking with every stroke.
"Yeah, pound that cunt," she moaned, pushing back to meet me. I reached around and rubbed her clit while I hammered her. Her juices coated my cock and dripped down her thighs. She came fast, pussy pulsing and squeezing, a loud "fuck yes" echoing off the trees.
I pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the cart hood. She spread her legs wide. I slammed back inside, watching her tits bounce with every thrust. Her nails dug into my back. "Fill me up," she demanded. I fucked her faster, deeper, until my balls tightened and I unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into her pussy.
We stayed locked together, breathing hard, my cum leaking out around my cock. She grinned, licked her lips, and said, "Same time tomorrow?"
I already knew I'd be back for another round.
