I don't play golf and never have. And what I do to a golf ball is illegal in 39 states. One day, I might actually take some lessons and see if I can learn how to play. Anyway….
The University I went to had a practice golf field with a green designed for practice with various irons and wedges. Generally speaking, it was designed for use with irons from 6 irons to 9 irons as well as practice for pitching wedges and sand wedges to learn how to land a golf ball on a green from various distances and positions. The green itself was not designed to practice putting. It was kept mowed and had a cup and a flag. But if you wanted to practice your putting, there were putting green surfaces adjacent to this field location.
Like I said, I don't play golf. But one night my girlfriend and I were walking through that field when we were overcome by waves of horniness. It was late (around 10 PM) and the lights for the field were off as were the ones for the adjacent field. The tennis courts were lit up and there were people playing tennis. But other than the lights from the tennis courts and the general sky glow from the lights around the campus, it was reasonably dark. The danger, however, was that there was a shortcut across this end of the field with a set of steps that lead to and from a shopping center just off the campus at one side, a gate to the central campus at the other. When the field was in use for golf practice, people might sit on the steps and watch (though you had to watch for an incoming slice from a right-handed golfer). But most people would avoid using the shortcut (to avoid getting hit) and take the longer curving roadway and sidewalk to the center of campus.
Our eyes were pretty much dark adapted so we could see each other fairly clearly under the soft glow of the sky and surrounding lights. She and I stripped each other and felt the cool dew of the grass under our feet. Moments later, her back was on the dew dampened grass as were my forearms and knees. We were near the edge of the green so it's unclear how visible we really were.
I lined up and for the “tee shot" and with a single stroke scored "A hole in one!"
She was most impressed with my iron and wood. She really like the balls in my bag, too. Not content to just “putter around," my stroke count increased dramatically. She would tell you that I was definitely way "above par."
Although I don't think we made much noise to draw attention to ourselves, we were aware of people traversing the path not far away from where I was “stroking” her. I rolled over onto my back as we continued to add to the stroke count. We eventually worked ourselves into a position where I could lift her, stand up and carry her over to the bunker while I was still inside her. I settled us down, with her still on top of me, to lay up against the wall of the bunker, cool sand at my back. Fortunately, the bunker rake was visible at the other end of the bunker and I didn't worry about stepping on it. From this position, we were mostly hidden from view (with the exception of looking down from the steps) and my girlfriend could look over the top of the bunker across the green to see if anyone was walking toward us from the path (no bogies were visible). I don't know how many times she orgasmed during this interlude, but it was finally my turn.
It was one hell of a bunker shot!
We lay there for 10 minutes or so as we heard a number of people walk by. We figured on of the movies at the movie theater in the shopping center had let out and these were people returning to the campus. Finally, she got off me and stood up and then I got to my feet. Our clothes were about a dozen feet away from us on the grass. She brushed the sand off my back and then we each brushed the sand off our legs and got dressed. She particularly wanted to keep sand from getting into her panties. Our clothes were damp from laying there as dew formation continued under the clear sky and humid conditions. My cum dripped out of her as we headed back to our dorms.
Since it was a weekend night, open house ours lasted until 2 AM. We went to her dorm, told her suitemates that we were headed to the shower, got into the shower and washed off the sand and the itchiness from the grass. Both of us wrapped up in towels and walked across the hall to her room. We dropped the towels immediately and stayed in bed together continuing our sexual interlude until it was time for me to leave. While we were “playing though” our little encounter with each other in bed, we thought that an appropriate round on the University golf course was to “play 18 holes" with a sufficiently high stroke count that would be very much above par.
The challenge of filling her hole 18 times was pretty daunting, but we had lots of fun playing at it.
The golf puns just kept on cumming, but we had such a good time seeing how many golf sexual innuendos we could come up with as a result of that experience.