Playing

The first few rounds of the mini-golf course are just you and Elsa having fun by yourselves, laughing at each other's strokes and cheering when either of you makes the hole. Elsa had abandoned her high heels at some point, walking around bare feet and the skimpy dress that shows all her chest down the front. It would have been awkward or impossible for her to play in the elegant garment, but it also has a long slit down the side, allowing Elsa to stretch her legs comfortably and show off her smooth, slender thighs.

As the supermodel lines up for her shot on the 5th hole, aiming for a plastic crocodile's mouth, you stand behind her, admiring her form and ass. Already, you know that she's not wearing a bra, and now you're staring at her tight ass, realizing you don't notice any visible panty line. Elsa takes the shot and misses, her golf ball hitting the side of the crocodile's mouth and rebounding back to almost the same spot she had initially hit it from.

"Need some help?" you ask, loosening your tuxedo jacket and walking up to Elsa from behind.

"Sure!" Elsa says, as you drop your putter to the ground and put your arms around her to hold her hands. This is the closest you've been to her all night, and you can smell her sweet, intoxicating perfume. It takes quite a bit of willpower not to bury your nose in her blonde curls and take in a deep whiff, or to kiss her enticing neck that's just in front of your face. You pretend to help her with her swing, moving her hands to show her the proper form and how to aim it properly, careful to keep a respectable distance between your crotch and her ass. You're having a nice time with her, and you don't want to scare her off by being too aggressive. Hopefully the pretext of helping her with her swing and holding her in your arms progresses your relationship with her, although she seems pretty concentrated on the task at hand.

After a few more practice swings, you let go and step back, encouraging Elsa to try again with the ball. There are a few tense seconds as Elsa lines up once more, and this time she makes the shot, sending the ball into the crocodile's mouth, through its body, out the tail and towards the hole, rolling over it and barely missing the target. Nonetheless, Elsa squeals in delight and runs over to hug you, giving you a kiss on both cheeks and then a quick peck on the lips. As she wheels away to go finish the hole, you catch her eye for a brief moment, sensing that the kiss did something for both of you and you notice a slight blush in her cheeks.

Not saying anything, you follow her, playing the hole too, before moving onto the next one. For the next couple of holes, you play poorly, distracted by Elsa all the time, and you've fallen behind in the score. When you get to the classic windmill obstacle and line up for your shot, you feel a pinch on your butt and look back in surprise as Elsa giggles playfully. You chuckle and hit the shot without a second thought, making it through the rotating blades and into the hole at the other side by sheer luck. You then take a bow and step aside for Elsa to have her turn.

As she prepares to take her shot, you stand right behind her and think about repaying her with a pinch, but for some reason, instead of doing that, you put your hand on her ass and caress it through her dress, grabbing her left ass cheek and giving it a squeeze as her putter swings. Elsa misses and she slaps your arm playfully before going to retrieve her ball which had been knocked off the course by the windmill. When she returns and bends down to place her ball on the artificial grass, you can't resist anymore and walk up from behind and put your hand on her exposed thigh, running it up her leg and under the slit of the dress until you reach her crotch. You grab her pussy, feeling her smooth, shaved nether regions. As you had guessed, she wasn't wearing anything underneath at all, an amazing fact given that she had been at a glamorous fundraiser.

Elsa gasps at the touch of your hand with her pussy, and she looks at you over her shoulder.