In my first post, I wrote about accidentally sending a dick pic to my co-worker J, who responded by demanding I take my dick out for an otherwise normal conversation with her.
After that, things went largely back to normal. The flirtiness between us amped up a little bit. What had just been banter now took on an element of playful butt-slapping or the odd grope, but no nudity for a few weeks.
After a while, J and I met up outside of work for a round of disc golf. I'm a long-time player, but I was helping J get into it for the first time. She was picking it up pretty quickly, but she had a long way to go before she was at my level.
When we got the park, I was wearing a light pair of pants, but I decided to change into shorts. I told J to look out for people coming, that I was going to change. She said, "The course is clear. Hey, take off your underwear when you change. Let's have some fun."
Immediately, my heart started beating faster at the prospect of being exposed in public again. A deserted country club was one thing, but this was a state park. I knew for a fact there were people at the other end of the park. Even so, I did as I was told, removing my pants and underwear in one move and pulling on my mesh shorts before putting on my socks and shoes. J looked at my crotch, saw that my mesh shorts were practically see-through, and nodded her approval.
The first couple of holes were uneventful, but my focus was off due to the unusual amount of wind through my shorts. I was lining up my drive on the third hole when J spoke up. "Let's make this more interesting."
"Interesting how?"
"Whoever has the higher score on each hole has to flash the other one. You're better than me, so you have to spot me......two strokes. If you lose five holes in a row, you have to do a forfeit. Deal?"
I smiled. "You're on." I stepped up for my drive...and threw it directly into the nearest tree. Not a good start. She took her turn and laced her drive right down the fairway. I made a nice recovery shot to save par, but she hit a much easier shot for the same score. With her two extra shots, she won the hole easily.
"Pay up," she said. I sighed, so as not to seem too eager, but the truth is I was pretty excited by the whole situation. I pulled down the front of my shorts to reveal my cock, which was half-erect by now.
The next three holes went the same way. As it turns out, she had been practicing without me, and she had gotten much better since the last time we played together. On hole 7, she finally slipped up, throwing her drive into some thickets to the left of the fairway. It took her two shots to get back to the fairway, and she took a double bogey. My drive was much better, and I had a medium-length putt for par. I wouldn't see her boobs, but at least I could regain a measure of modesty. I set up for the putt, as J moved forward into my line of sight.
"Big putt," she said. "Don't mess up." She started playing with the neck of her shirt to distract me. It worked, as I doinked the putt of the top of the basket. She grinned, and I knew I was in trouble. It was time for a forfeit.
We walked to the next tee as J mulled over her options. At the tee, I set my bag down, turned to J, and said, "Well?"
"The forfeit is this: drop your shorts and jerk off until you're about to cum, but don't. Not yet. There will be punishment if you cum too soon."
My blood started pounding in my ears. I was terrified, but I did as I was told, dropping my shorts to the ground. I wrapped my hand around my rapidly-hardening cock and started pumping. I thought about the situation, that I was in a public park masturbating, and that there was a pretty girl watching intently from two feet away. It didn't take long before I was on the verge of a huge orgasm, but I somehow found the restraint to stop before I blew. I took a couple of deep breaths to calm down, looked at J, and said, "Happy?"
"Ecstatic," she said with a huge grin. "Make yourself decent, there are people coming."
I panicked and got my shorts up less than a second before a young couple came around the corner of the path from the last hole. "Y'all can play through," J said through a smirk.
I gathered my wits as the couple threw and thought about what lay ahead. J was pretty clearly in control, and I was at her mercy.
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