When a plan comes together - Sex Stories

When a plan comes together

... She could play, apparently. I am sure she felt our eyes staring at her as she swung her club.

The next several holes were mediocre as we all struggled to keep our minds on the game. Leslie had our full attention, and we really did not care how well we played. Bob gave her some “coaching” which just consisted of him standing in front of her as she stroked the ball, so he could look down her blouse. We all decided to help him coach.

Jerry was the one who decided to make the game more interesting by betting on the outcome. Whichever pair had the worst score, me and Bob, or Jerry and Leslie, had to buy drinks for the group back at their hotel room after the round. Since we had not eaten lunch, the beer was quickly having an effect. We all got very friendly with Leslie, and she seemed to relish the attention of three horny males. When one of us made a great shot, we would all high five and give hugs. She got more than her share of the hugs.

The last few holes started to get more serious. We wanted to finish up and get her back to their room for the winner’s beer. Leslie was feeling the alcohol and missed several shots towards the end. We let her keep trying to keep her interested in finishing the game on a positive note. At the end of the round, we were all a bit drunk and no one was sure what the score was. It didn’t matter since the real score, we hoped, would be in their room after we finished.

Leslie was happy to have played decently well and we told her what a ...

... natural golfer she seemed to be. We headed back to the clubhouse, grabbed another cooler of beer, and followed Jerry and Leslie to their room. She was staggering as she got out of the cart in front of their door. We helped her into the room. Someone turned on the TV to a music station. It was not long before Leslie was moving to the music. We all took turns slow dancing with her. Our hands explored her body as the music played. Jerry got the party revved up by kissing her passionately. Then, he casually eased the thin tank top off her torso and over her shoulders. She raised her arms up and let the thin material just peel away from her. She let him do it without any protest, which was a shock to me. When the shirt cleared her boobs, they wiggled tantalizingly as they settled back into position.

We all went wild at the sight of her being topless. Her dark pink nipples were stiff, and she was breathing hard, not knowing really what was in store for her. Bob jumped in and slow danced with her. He crushed her breasts against his chest. His hands gripped both of her ass cheeks as they slowly swayed to the music. I pulled off my shirt and cut in on Bob. I was dying to feel her gorgeous naked tits against my bare skin. (And based on what I felt with her chest against mine, her boobs were real) Leslie went along with our antics as if she knew this was the plan all along. Bob got behind her and eased her tiny shorts off her ass. She stepped out of them without a care in the world. She ...