I sat in my car waiting for the sun to set. I was so nervous, anxious. Dana had messaged me that she was on her way, so I kept an eye on the gravel road tucked between two old farm homes at the top of opposing hills. I kept looking for Dana’s headlights. She would have no choice but to drive that road to meet me. It was the only road leading to our hiding spot. I waited on the grassy shoulder of the gravel road. An old, concrete bridge hid the front part of my car. Out the passenger side window, I saw farm fields for miles and the creek that ran under the bridge meander towards the nearly darkened sunset. The two-century-old farm homes sat on their hills overlooking the creek. Each looked down on my position like ancient guardians. I wondered if the homes had ever caught someone hiding in the valley between their hills before, waiting, like I was. I glanced at my watch and then back down the road, searching for her.
Dana and I had met just a couple of weeks before on a hookup website. The past two weeks had been a torrid online affair. The first night we instantly started talking about our sexual fantasies and we continued these conversations via messaging for about a week. Then we moved the conversation to our phones and, just a couple of days ago, we used our webcams to masturbate together. Hearing and seeing her climax made me need to be physically close to her. When she finished her orgasm and leaned into the computer camera she said, “We have to meet…soon!” I could not agree more.
That’s also when Dana told me of her fantasy to fuck on the 18th hole of a golf course. She had never done that and, frankly, neither had I. But the thought of feeling the cool, damp ground against my body, the smell of golf course grass, and the sound of Dana cumming underneath of me made my body tremble with excitement. As I sat there waiting for her, I felt that tremble again. Some of it, however, was wondering if the owners of the old homes would get suspicious from their perched position on their hills. Could Dana and I really sneak onto the golf course that bordered the gravel road without them seeing? Worse, I had no idea if there were security sensors along the road to alert the county sheriff that someone had intruded on the public course. I had no fear that a golfer would see us since nightfall was approaching. But I genuinely worried about those dwelling the guardian-homes.
My throat tightened when I saw headlights pop over the hill in front of me. My heart raced wondering if it was her. Who else could it be?! This gravel road was a dead end. Nobody came this way except for those living in the old homes. I rubbed my hands together and adjusted my half-erect cock. As promised, I had gone commando under my shorts so Dana could get quick access. We knew that this was all about getting away with quick sex so we wouldn’t get caught. We would have to work fast. I couldn’t wait to see her in the short dress she had planned to wear. The text she sent with the picture only said, “For you…nothing underneath!” I knew it would wrap her petite frame so perfectly that her round tits would press through the cloth and her tight ass would show just below the hemline when she bent over. My cock flexed its approval.
The tremble became unrelenting when the car slowed as it passed me. Her beautiful face beamed with a smile and I kept looking as she passed by. Dana turned her car around and tucked her car behind mine. We waited. I looked up the hill and then in my rear-view mirror up the other hill searching for any sign that the farmers had discovered us. My hand shook when I typed in my message to Dana: “Let’s go!” I looked in the mirror and saw Dana fling the car door open. I did the same. She looked up both hills noting the guardian-houses staring down at us. She said nothing when she grabbed my hand, giggled, and then led me through the grassy ditch toward the golf course.
Dana wore unreasonably chunky-heeled shoes. They were not the kind of shoes one should wear while traipsing through ditches and onto golf courses. Her legs hid beneath white, thigh-high stockings. I wondered how many burs would be stuck in her stockings before we were even on the golf course. I helped Dana balance, but she was undoubtedly leading me as we hurried onto the fairway of the 18th hole. We ran as fast as her shoes allowed, past the fairway and sand trap to a green hidden behind a row of trees. As we approached, I could see that it was the perfect spot. The guardian-homes could not be seen, which meant neither could we be seen. Dana finally slowed as we moved towards the middle of the green.
“Hi,” she said pulling close to me. “Nice to meet you.”
“So nice to meet you too,” I said breathing heavy. Our lips locked and our arms wrapped around each other….
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