This story is a compilation of email exchanges between two people that long to be together but can't. The story teller keeps switching between the back and forth email exchange. I have indicated who is telling the story at the moment; "her" or "him" in hopes of making it slightly less confusing.
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Her:
I was thinking we could go play golf...just at the driving range ya know?
You'd watch me take a few swings...offer to help me...step behind me, wrap your big strong arms around mine...
nuzzle into my neck...
I'd sigh, melt a little and push my ass into you..just testing the waters...just seeing if u were hard yet...
Course, there'd be people around, we'd have to behave...sorta...
Her:
C'mon...show me how to play golf again...
snuggle in close to me, Eddie.
I'm so clean.
I'm wearing a loose little skirt... you can stand behind me with your hands on my waist..
slide them down my thighs, and up my skirt..
Him:
Mmmmm... it is cold. I can't believe you aren't cold. I do shiver a little as you push your bottom back into me. You turn your head toward me and I can feel your warm breath.
"The trick," I say as I try to keep my composure, "is to really press your bottom out, almost like you are sitting down."
"Like this?" you tease, as you press yourself back harder against the hard bulge in my pants.
Her:
You manage to tear yourself away and I take a couple of impressive shots (hey---it's MY fantasy)
You still want to correct me---
"Nope, come here" you say as you step back into the box. but instead of guiding my swing, you turn me around to face you. You ease back to sit on that little wall between the greens... I'm standing between your legs, your hands are on my hip bones like you're in control of my whole pelvis.