BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. The alarm clock goes off. It's 7:00, time to get up and start my day. During my normal work week I'm up well before 7:00 to go to the gym before work. Gotta try to shed some of those extra pounds. But it's the weekend, so I guess this counts as "sleeping in". Can't destroy my sleep pattern too much.
I look at my phone for awhile, swipe away some notifications, scroll social media...then it comes. The call from my boss at my part time job.
"Hey Kyle, I need you to come in at 10:00 this morning. Brad called off."
Normally on Sundays I start at 1:00 pm. Gives me time to relax, enjoy the sunrise and sip my coffee. Guess not today.
"Alright I'll be in at 10:00."
I get up to do the morning routine, grab a granola bar and coffee to go, and head out to the car for the hour drive.
It's not how I wanted to start my morning, but it's still a bright sunny Sunday morning in Carlsville, OH. Dew on the grass, air is that cool, crisp, and perfect summer morning air. The kind of morning where you drive with the windows down and the music loud.
The country roads disappear under the tires as I'm driving into work. I work at a local public golf course called Timber Ridge Golf Club. At 34 years old, it's not glamorous work cleaning golf carts. But the extra money helps pay the bills and I get to golf for free, so it makes it worth it.
As I pull into the drive, I notice that there are way more cars in the parking lot than normal. I think, "Great, there must be an outing or something" and end up mumbling some mild curses at Brad as I clock in and head up to the club house.
As I walk in I see Joe the GM, Chris the clubhouse attendant, and Sharon the staff lead for food/beverage. We shoot the shit for a few minutes. Joe tells me there's an 80 player outing going on now, and that there won't be much work for probably an hour or so when players start coming back in. We're all hanging out, talking about the US Open that's on the TV.
That's when she walks in. I had secretly hoped Bethany would be running the beverage cart today. She is normally at our sister course Coyote Valley, but comes to Timber Ridge sometimes for events. I've had a secret crush on her since I first met her 6 months ago, but could never do anything about it as we are both in committed relationships.
"Hey guys! What are you all talkin' about?" she said with her amazingly positive and upbeat personality.
"Just the golf tournament. Trying to guess who is going to win this one!" I said, taking the lead for the group.
"Oh neat. I could use some help restocking the cart, could someone give me a hand?"
"Yeah, I can. I don't have much going on for the next hour anyway."
As we walked back towards the walk-in cooler, I couldn't help but stare at her ass. Bethany is in her late 20s, with long brown hair, 5'3 and probably 140 lbs or so. When we get to the cooler, she turns around.
"So what's new with you Kyle? Haven't seen you in awhile!"
"Not much new with me. And yeah, it feels like it's been forever! You're mostly over at Coyote Valley right?"
"Yeah, Sharon has me over there a lot. I like the people here more, but the money is better there. I can always ask for more shifts over here though."
Wait, was that something or am I overthinking?
"Yeah I like it here too. Is the money really that different between the two?"
"Yeah, sort of. It's almost like a good day here is a bad day there."
Damn. There's not much chance she stays at this course if the money isn't worth it.
"Yeah that makes sense."
We keep loading the cart in mostly silence, save for some small work talk about what goes where. Then she thanks me for helping and drives back out onto the course.
By now, the first group of players has finished and I finally have some work to do. The next 3 hours or so are non-stop work. Luckily they got another person to help me, so it's manageable. Finally the last cart from the outing is done around 3:30. There are still a few regular players out on the course, but Joe tells me I can leave early since there isn't much left to do.
I always keep my clubs in the trunk, so I decide to just grab them and head out to play. I'm not expected home until 8:00 anyway, so I've got some free time to myself.
I play okay, but get stuck behind a really slow group on 9. I know there's a shortcut to get to the 10th hole, so I do that to keep moving. As I come around the corner of those woods, there she is again! We almost ran into each other.
"Oh geeze! You scared me. I wasn't expecting anyone to be back here at all."
I smile and laugh a bit, "Yeah I wasn't expecting you here either! Are you all done for the day?"
After gaining back her composure, "Yeah I think so. No one that's left out here is buying anything! It was kinda a shit day too."
"Really? I'm surprised. You'd think with all the dads out today that a little hottie cart girl would do well." It just came out without thinking, I guess I'm shooting my shot now.
She smiles and laughs, "I'm definitely not that hot, but thanks."
Then she pauses for a second.. "You know, I caught you staring back at the clubhouse."
I'm immediately embarrassed. Not for staring, cause who wouldn't, but for getting caught.
"I'm sorry..I didn't mean...."
She cuts me off, "Oh stop it. It's not the first time I've seen you looking at me. Honestly, I kinda like it. My boyfriend doesn't look at me like that anymore."
"Oh? Trouble in paradise?"
"Something like that..." she said as she looked down at the ground.
"You know, you deserve to be looked at, told how attractive you are. I've thought that since the day I met you." It just comes out. So naturally, so smoothly, because it's what I've thought for months but never had the courage to say until now.
"Oh really? Because I've felt the same way, but have always been too nervous to say anything."
"Yes really! If you think we can get some time, I'd like to take you out to dinner." There it is. The moment of truth. We're both still seeing people, but what we both feel is just too strong.
"Yes! I'm technically off at 6:00. I'm pretty tired too, if you want to help me unload the cart, I'll pay. What's your unloading helper fee?"
I pause for a second, "No fee. I'll just help you. If you're off at 6:00 meet at the diner at 6:30? My treat, obviously."
"Sounds good! Let's get going, Sharon is probably wondering where I am by now."
We both pull back up to the clubhouse and unload. I say goodbye and give her a little smile.
"Shit" I think, "I don't have anywhere to clean up." I decide to speed to the closest gym in my membership and shower there.
It's finally 6:30, I'm in the parking lot of our local diner. Looking around, I don't see her car yet.
6:45, still nothing. Now I'm getting nervous. Was she gonna show up? Or did she just say yes to get me to go away?
6:50 finally I see her SUV pull in the parking lot. She parks next to me and gets out.
"Sorry, got hung up closing out the software."
We walk in and ask for the booth in the corner. Food and drinks get ordered, and we get to chatting.
"So, what made you finally ask me out?" she asks.
"Honestly, at first it just slipped out. Then I figured why not now, so I asked."
She smiles, reaches across the table, and touches my arm. It sends electricity straight through my whole body. A touch I've wanted for a long time.
"You know, I almost asked you a few months ago, but Sharon never scheduled me back at Timber Ridge, so I never got the chance."
I look across the table, she looks like she's being honest. Could she really want what I've been wanting too?
"Really? Well, I'm glad our paths crossed again."
"Me too."
There's a long pause of awkward silence, neither of us knowing what to say next.
Luckily the waitress brings our appetizer out and we start eating.
"We don't really know much about each other.. so, I'll start. Are you from Carlsville, or did you move here?" she asks.
"I actually grew up outside of New York, just over the border in Connecticut. My parents moved here when I was younger and I got dragged out here with them. How about you?"
"Sorta yes, sorta no" she says, "I actually live a town over and just make the drive here when I work."
Our food arrives, we eat, and the check arrives. I pay and tip well. While on our way out to the cars, she says "I feel like we didn't actually talk much since the food came so quick. Can we sit in your car for a bit?"
"Yeah absolutely." I unlock the car, open her door for her, and get in the driver seat. As soon as I sit down and turn towards her, she leans in and plants the first kiss. Not a light peck, but a long passionate one. It caught me off guard but after a second I get into it.
She reaches over and starts caressing my leg, going under my shorts as she does. My hand slides up under her shirt, slowly and gently moving against her skin.
We both stop for a moment and look into each other's eyes. No words are needed, we both want this as bad as the other. I've never started a car and peeled out of a parking lot faster in my life.
I'm driving down the road to a spot I know, a park that no one hardly ever goes to. She lifts my center console (thankfully I have an older car with a bench seat!), unzips my shorts, and takes out my already painfully hard cock.
"Mmmm, you're bigger than I thought you'd be." Now, I'm not a show stopper by any stretch, maybe 6.5 inches if I'm lucky. But that was the last thing on my mind as she leaned over and took my full length in her mouth.
As she's working her way up and down, I struggle to keep the car straight. It's easily the best and hottest head I've ever gotten. After almost wrecking twice, we finally get to the park and I shut off the car.
I barely shut the car off, when she takes off her seat belt and straddles my lap, facing me. We start making out again, my hands on the small of her back as she's grinding against me. I pull back and lift her shirt off, revealing her perky C cup breasts, still hidden behind her black lace bra.
As my hands fumble with the clip in the back, I'm kissing and sucking down her neck. Finally the clasp comes undone. I immediately start moving my way down her chest towards her nipples, taking my time, teasing her as I go.
I slowly tease around her nipples, always just barely avoiding them. When I finally take one in my mouth she gasps.
At one point while she's grinding on top of me, her ass bumps the horn.
We both startle and quickly look around to see if anyone was nearby. Luckily no one was, and we both start laughing.
"Maybe we should move to the back seat?" I suggest as she opens the door.
Still laughing and giggling we get in the back seat where I take her pants off, revealing her neatly trimmed mound, already glistening with wetness. She lays back in the seat as I move my way between her thighs, slowly moving towards my goal.
As I get there, fingers in her folds, tongue hovering over her clit, I stop. She whimpers, pressing her hips towards my mouth, almost begging for my touch.
"No, not yet" I say, in the most seductive voice I can, "You need to tell me what you want."
In between her quick, short breaths she manages to say, "You, Kyle. I want you to lick my pussy."
Before she even finishes her sentence, I slide my finger inside her and lightly flick her clit with my tongue.
"Oh my GOD" she moans, grabbing the back of my head, pulling me in harder. I didn't need any more instructions. My fingers moving in and out, mouth and tongue all over her clit.
Her body starts to shake, her hands pulling me in so tight that I can't breathe.
"Oh my God Kyle, I'm gonna cuuuummmmm!" she screams as I feel her squeeze my fingers. But I don't stop toying with her clit, even as her whole body trembles.
"Kyle STOP, enough. I just want you to fuck me!"
I take off my shorts and toss them somewhere up front. Lining up my throbbing member with her womanhood I keep teasing her, slipping the head up and down from her tight hole up to her clit.
After probably 15 seconds of this she looks me in the eyes, fiery passion in hers, "Kyle. Inside me, NOW."
With that, I slowly sink into her. Inch by inch, until the whole length is in and her eyes roll back in her head.
"Oh YES." she says in a broken gasp, "I've needed this!"
"Bethany you're so tight!" I moan as I'm slowly thrusting in and out of her. With her feet touching the roof of the car, I watch her boobs bounce with every thrust.
I reach down to rub and play with her nipples, which really gets her going.
"Oh my God you're gonna make me cum again! Keep going, just like that."
I can feel her orgasm building. Right as she's about to get there, I pinch both nipples hard between my fingers.
"YEEEEESSSSSSS. YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME SQUIRT!" she screams, as I feel her clamp down on me and squirt all over my back seat.
I lean down to kiss her passionately, she stops me and says, "Sit back, I want to ride you until you cum inside me."
The look in my eyes as we switched positions must've given me away. "Don't worry, I can't get pregnant. I'm on the pill."
I feel a wave of relief, I'm not ready to be a dad. Though breeding this goddess of a woman definitely has a good sound to it.
I sit back in the seat, she straddles me and sinks all the way down until she can grind her clit against my skin. I sit back and watch as her tits bounce while she rides me.
"Ohhhh Kyle I'm gonna cum again!" she says as I feel my own release building.
"Me too Bethany. Cum on my cock baby!" I say as I again pinch her nipples.
"I'm ready for it Kyle! Cum in me! Oooohhh I'm cumming!" she screams.
"I'm gonna cum Bethany!" I groan as I shoot my load deep in her ready, needy pussy.
She presses all my length deep inside her as we both cum at the same time, my orgasm sending her over the edge too.
We sit there, both of us trying to catch our breath sweat dripping off our faces. She finally looks up and kisses me deeply, "That was amazing!"
"Yes it was! Better than I could have imagined." I respond as I kiss her again.
I feel myself slowly slipping out of her as I get soft, disappointed that it's over but already looking forward to hopefully the next time.
With a little *pop* sound, I'm completely out of her. I can feel my cum dripping slowly from her freshly creampied pussy.
She looks at me in the eyes and reaches between her legs. When she brings her hand back up, her fingers are covered in our cum. Slowly, her fingers go up to her mouth and sucks them clean.
"I didn't realize you could get any sexier" I say after she swallows our cum.
I kiss her hard again, when I come up for air I look at the clock. "Ah shit, we really need to get going. Can't be raising any suspicions."
"Oh crap! Yeah I agree. We gotta go get my car from the diner."
During the drive back to the diner, my head is spinning. This goddess of a woman is leaking my cum into her panties, as she gets ready to go home to her boyfriend. My cock is completely covered in her scent, I need to make up an excuse to go straight to the shower when I get home.
We're pulling back into the diner now, I park next to her SUV.
"I think I'm going to ask Sharon to schedule me at Timber Ridge more often. Though hopefully next time we don't need your back seat" she looks at me, gives me a quick kiss. "We should do this again."
"The Mrs. is out of town on a trip next weekend. You can come to my place if you're free." I grab her things from the back seat floor and hand them to her.
"It's a plan! Maybe we can sneak one in before then too." She winks at me, gets in her car, and drives away.
I sit there a minute, allowing myself to think about everything that just happened. I put the car in gear and pull out of the parking lot.
Gotta start thinking of that shower excuse...
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?"
I let Bethany take them from the man, since I was looking at some of the other stuff in the area. Except I really wasn't.
She steps up to the counter, "No, that's all, thanks! Have a great.." Right as she says great, I press the HIGH button on the remote in my pocket, then off a second later. She almost falls over, and nearly drops the steaks too.
"Are you okay, miss?" the gentleman behind the counter asks.
"Yes I'm fine. Just a weird day. Have a good one!" She turns and gives me an evil look. As we walk away, "What the hell Kyle! I thought you left that in the car!"
"What, and miss out on all this fun? No chance!" I say pressing MEDIUM again, letting it run a few seconds.
"Stop it, you're gonna get us caught!"
"Caught by who?" I ask. "We know no one here. Plus, you're the one that gave me this, I'm just enjoying it." I say, holding the remote in my hand.
"I guess you're right. I don't know why I thought you would only use it in the car. Just promise you won't do it too much in here?"
"No, I don't promise." I press the MAX button for the first time. She looks like she's starting to have a seizure, only difference is the little moan that escapes her lips.
I turn it off and immediately get that same evil look from a minute ago. I decide to let her recover a bit while we finish grabbing the other things we need.
This grocery store is in a much smaller town than Carlsville, so self-checkouts haven't made it here yet. She's in front of me at the register, putting up our stuff.
"Good afternoon! How are you two today?" the cashier asks. Good small-town kindness that feels absent in the city world.
"Good thanks! Just picking some stuff up for dinner." Bethany replies. She could talk to anyone about anything.
"That's nice. These are expensive steaks, any special occasion?"
This time I chime in. "No, just a date night in. We felt like something nice."
It's the first time either of us has said anything about this being a date. I mean, we both knew it but neither has said it out loud.
"Yeah, date night with my man." Bethany adds, giving me a big smile as she says it.
"You two are too cute" the cashier says, "that'll be $64.29"
"I got it, here's $80" I say, handing her cash.
I get the change, we take our bags, and head back to the car. We put the bags in the back seat, and as we're getting in Bethany goes "So what's this about a DATE night?"
"Come on Bethany, we both knew what was going on. Steak dinner, you packed a bag, and this..." I press the MEDIUM button again, causing her to close her eyes and moan a little.
"What do you mean? This could just be two friends having a meal together" she says, almost half-hearted.
"You mean friends like yesterday in the storage closet at Coyote Valley?" I counter, with a wink.
"True, I guess we're at least past that point. A date though? Neither one of us should be going on any dates."
I can't tell here if she's starting to feel guilty about Steve.
"What did you tell Steve? I bet you don't always leave the house with a bag packed like that."
"Oh I told him my mom needed some help watching my sister's kids. She's watching them while my sister is on her honeymoon."
"Clever. When did your sister get married?" I ask, genuinely curious.
"5 years ago! She married this deadbeat prick who knocked her up. Classic shotgun wedding. She could've done way better than his awful boring ass."
"Just like you could do better than Steve" I say, trying to rapidly bring the conversation back and away from that anger.
"I guess. He's good to me though. There just isn't a spontaneous or adventurous bone in his body. Not even the tiny ones in your feet."
"That's a shame. You really like adventure." I press the HIGH button, and her eyes roll back in her head.
"Oh I REALLY like this adventure" she manages to say between gasps. I let this one go for almost a minute before turning it off again.
Once she regains her breath, she looks at me. "You know, you could do better than Emma as well. I think she's holding you back."
"I don't think so" I think about how she was my first serious relationship, how she took my virginity, and how I've only ever been with her before last weekend. "We have gotten stale though. Very routined."
"Very BORING. You clearly like adventure too. She's definitely holding back your more wild side."
I let that settle on my brain for a moment, "You might be right. We've been together for 5 years, so she's all I really know."
"How long is she out of town for?"
"Five days, Friday through Tuesday."
"Okay. I have an idea."
"What's that?"
"I told Steve I'd be gone for a few days. Why don't we both use this time to test out our wild sides? Try anything once. Anything goes."
"I don't know, what if Emma comes home early, or Steve calls your mom looking for you?"
"He won't call her. They hate each other. Political differences, you get it."
"Alright well that solves your problem, but what if Emma comes home early?"
"She won't. You said they took a flight to California. An early trip back would probably cost $1,000 or more." she pauses, "come on. It'll be fun! What is there to lose?"
I think for a minute, as we pull into my garage again, quickly shutting the door. "Yeah you're right. Let's do it. It'll be fun!"
We head inside with the bags. I season the steak and zucchini, and head out to the grill with my usual grill beer in hand.
30 minutes later, dinner is served. Steaks medium-rare, zucchini nice and charred.
"Compliments to the chef! This is delicious."
"Thanks, ribeyes are always great." I say, knowing how hard they are to mess up.
Once we're both finished eating, I take her dishes into the kitchen and put them in the dishwasher. Heading back to the living room, I ask "Since we have 3 and a half days, what would you like to do now?"
"I know we talked all about adventure earlier, but I'm pretty tired from today. Would you mind if we just put on a movie?"
"Yeah that's fine. Netflix, Peacock, and Disney+ are logged in on the TV. Find something you like." I hand her the remote.
Next thing I know, the intro for Happy Gilmore is playing on the TV.
"Great pick! This is one of my favourite movies. Emma hates it, hates golf really. She thinks golf is boring."
"Really?! That bitch thinks something is BORING?"
'Damn, that was aggressive' I say to myself. "Yeah, she won't play with me either."
"Well, if she won't play with you, I'll have to." She playfully grabs my junk through my shorts. "Golf too," she says, winking at me.
We make some simple small talk for a little while, then settle in as Happy is getting cut from the hockey tryouts.
I end up watching more of her than the movie, I've seen the movie probably 50 times. I could recite it all from memory.
Right at the moment Chubbs sees Happy in the batting cage, she cuddles up to me and I put my arm around her. We stay like that all the way until Happy falls in love with Virginia. That's when I feel her hand sliding inside the waistband of my shorts.
I look over to see her looking at me while pulling my cock out. As she's slowly stroking me, I reach over to her sundress and pull it up, exposing her to my eyes. She must have slipped that thong off when I wasn't looking.
My fingers move their way between her legs, finding her clit. After a minute or two of hand play, I pull my hand back. Very quickly I drop to my knees on the floor. I grab her legs and put them over each of my shoulders and pull her to the edge of the couch, her sweet pussy now just inches from my mouth.
I've been wanting a taste of this woman every day since the diner last weekend, and now I get it. I waste no time diving right in, my tongue working her clit first, then down to tease her hole. By the time I get back up to her clit, she has both hands on the back of my head, pulling me deeper into her womanhood.
Her aroma is intoxicating, I can't get enough. I slide my fingers inside her and suck on her clit hard at the same time. She clamps her legs around my head so tightly I can't breathe. She's screaming something that I can't understand, I don't think it was actually words. That's when I feel her pussy squeeze my fingers and she floods my mouth.
When she lets go of me with her legs, I've almost passed out. I may not have been getting air, but my blood flow was clearly great, I'm hard as a rock.
"Kyle, where'd you get so good at that?!"
I'm a bit too embarrassed to admit it's mostly from just watching porn, so I just play it off like I've always been that way.
She lifts her dress over her head, tossing it aside on the couch. I scoop her up, putting one arm under her legs and the other behind her back, to carry her to the bedroom.
I set her down on the bed and tell her to get on all fours. She does, and I climb up behind her on the bed. I can see her wetness glistening in the light from the window as I line myself up with her tight hole.
There's no teasing this time. I need to feel my cock deep in this sweet pussy as soon as possible.
I get the tip just inside her, grip her hips and bottom out in her wet creamy hole. I pull out slowly, then hard all the way in again.
"Mmmm. YES Kyle I like that" she says as I stroke her slow and deep. Once I feel her adjust to me being inside her, I pick up the pace.
As I'm pounding away, watching her curvy ass bounce off me, I smack her ass with my left hand HARD.
"Oooh yes, spank me. I've been a bad girl" she cries out as she immediately cums.
Once she comes back down, I say "You like it a little rough don't you? You're a dirty slut aren't you?"
"Yessssss Kyle. I'm a dirty little slut. I'm YOUR dirty little slut."
I smack her other cheek just as hard. Grabbing her hair for leverage, I slam into her harder and harder. Spanking both cheeks as we go.
I stop thrusting, burying myself fully inside her with a fistfull of hair in my left hand. I reach up between her shoulders and dig my fingernails into her back. I slowly run my nails down her spine, leaving red marks as I go.
She shudders and quietly moans "mmm yessss."
"Okay Bethany. On your back now."
"Oooh, yes sir!" As she flips over onto her back, as commanded.
I lift her right leg up against my right shoulder and rub the tip of my cock up and down her slit. Then I bury my whole length in her.
As I bottom out, she groans "ugghhhh GOD that's deep!" Using her leg as balance, I start slamming into her hard, rubbing her clit with my thumb as I go.
"Nnnnngh right there! You're gonna make me cum again!" I pinch her nipple hard, right as I feel her pussy try to squeeze me out.
As she's coming down from the crest of her orgasm, I bury myself all the way in, lean down over her body and kiss her deeply while holding myself up with both elbows.
"Bethany, I'm getting close" I say, my face just inches from hers.
Looking deep into my eyes, "You know where I want it, Kyle. Inside me!"
A woman wanting, or begging for, a creampie is one of the hottest, most erotic things you will ever hear. When she said those words, it set me over the edge. Two more thrusts and I was going to erupt inside her.
I felt the first one building, and she must have as well. My final deep thrust came and I started to flood her pussy with my seed.
After the first shot found its way deep into her sex, she wrapped both of her legs around me, pulling me in as tight as she could.
"Don't you waste a drop. FILL ME UP!"
I kept pumping cum into this woman, I've never cum that much in my life. It must have been 10 shots or more. When I was finally done, I collapsed next to her, sweaty and struggling to breathe.
We both lay there, breathing heavily. A strange stillness surrounds us, only broken by our heavy breaths. The silence said a thousand words.
I feel her start to move. Her hand slowly tracing its way along my chest, she rests her head against my arm.
A few moments later she lifts her head, gives me a smile and a quick little kiss on the cheek.
"That was great."
We both settle in and close our eyes, as I'm about to doze off I hear her mumble happily to herself, "I can't believe I've got 3 more days of this."
With that in my mind, we both fall asleep...