The air was warm and muggy with a 90% chance of rain. With the temperatures in the low 90's I knew it was going to be hot, but I did not know how hot today would really turn out being. I was hoping the rain would hold off until after our date, but we always have a good time when we are together regardless of the circumstances.
I could not wait to arrive at the putt-putt golf course, and was speeding to et there. I was supposed to meet you there at noon, but I was running about 20 minutes late. Just as I turned into the parking lot it started to rain. You were waiting next to your car when I drove up. You were wearing a pair of very short shorts, and the white tee shirt you wore was becoming soaked by the rain and showed off your ample breast very nicely.
I got out of the car and asked what we were going to do now that it was raining and there was no one at the putt-putt course, it looked closed. You said you were a friend of the owner and she loaned you the keys to the building. You suggested we go ahead and play since there was no lightening and we would have the course to ourselves.
Before we teed off on the first hole, you asked if I wanted to place a friendly wager on each hole. I admitted I was not a very good at putt-putt, and asked what the stakes were. You said since we were alone on the course; you thought we might play for an article of clothing per hole. If you lose an article of clothing, you could not get it back.
I did some quick calculations (shirt, two shoes, two socks, shorts and underwear) and said 7 holes are the most I could afford to play, if I lost all the holes. You said we'd have to make some other arrangements if that were to happen. I grinned and thought of the possibilities this opportunity might afford and agreed to the terms
The rain was fairly steady now and we were completely soaked before we even hit the first putt. You went first (ladies first), and hit the ball down the surface, hitting the ser wooden triangle block in the middle of the putting surface, and your ball rolled just short of the hole. I hit and had similar results. You putted your ball in for a par 2, but just as I was about to putt, you jabbed your putter into my side and I missed the putt by two feet. I protested, but you convinced me to remove one shoe anyway. (Now I knew the rules!)
You putted on the second hole and went into a sunken place on the corner of the green that was filling up with water. I hit my ball close to the hole and went ahead and putted it in. You started to move your ball from the water filled sunken area, but I said you had to hit it where it laid. You missed the put and took off one of your shoes.
We tied on the next hole, but I won the next three. You were now shoe and sockless. On the next hole, as I was hitting the first put, you came from behind me and reached around and grabbed my crotch through my soaking kaki shorts, causing my cock to swell and make a tent in the front of my shorts. Needless to say, I lost concentration on the hole and had to remove another shoe.
I lost the next two holes, watching you erotically dance with your putter. We both now had our socks and shoes off. That was the end of the first 9 holes. As we began number 10, you said from now on the winner got to remove the clothing from the losers body.
The rain was getting harder, just like my cock, which was anticipating what was ahead. You somehow made a hole-in-one on #10 and I missed the first putt. You came over, and I fully expected you to take off my shirt. But instead, you reached for my belt buckle and opened my belt and unbuttoned my shorts. You sank to your knees as you unzipped my shorts and pulled them to the ground. You quickly gave my straining cock a quick kiss and stood back up, leaving me moaning and groaning.
I think you did it on purpose, but you lost the next hole. I slowly took your braless tee shirt off, letting my hands move across your hard nipples as I pulled it over your head. I let my fingers gently scrape your nipples again as I let my hands move back down your body. I grabbed my club (golf putter) and waddle over to the next hole.