This installment of You Fucked Where? is a blast from the past. This episode takes place back in the 80's before I was married and still in what I called my whore days.
It was mid summer in Northern Indiana and as I recall it was hot. It was a beautiful day and my boyfriend and I decided we were going to take advantage of that. We thought with such a good day, we were going to play a round of golf.
Now, I have to admit that neither my boyfriend nor I were typical golfers. No golf pants or polo shirts, and definitely not any golf shoes. I remember that day I was wearing cut off overall shorts, a tube top (I was much younger then and my 40DD breasts were still young and perky) and flip flops. My bf was dressed in cut off jeans, t shirt and flip flops also.
We were playing on a little par 3 course, and I should mention that we smoked some weed prior to hitting the course. (Makes a boring par 3 much more interesting.) It was mid week and early afternoon so the course was pretty much deserted.
After playing 4 holes, we decided it was time to take a break. We were at a hole that was by the river, and had a big tree that offered shade. The ideal place to take a rest. We had a couple of sodas stashed in our golf bags, and also a little weed.
We sat under the tree, had a drink, and a few tokes off some fine weed. I don't know about you, but pot has one major effect on me. It makes me very horny. I didn't care where we were, but I wanted some good sex. So, I went for it.
I reached toward my bf cupped the back of his neck and pulled him toward me for a kiss. We was a fine kisser. (And a great example of my theory.) I could tell by the look in his eyes and the smile on his face that he had been thinking the same thing I was.