One of the pillars of the Lodge is secrecy. The main pillar, actually. There is no way that this could go on the way it does if the paparazzi caught wind of this. If they knew, imagine how thorough they would be in planting themselves outside the house. They'd probably scurry up the trees surrounding the house like squirrels, just in the hope that they could get a shot of whoever was visiting. And then imagine the headlines. The connections between girls that would be analyzed like conspiracy theories. God forbid, imagine the podcasts.
I shudder at the thought.
Naturally, all this means that the options I have to spend time with the Lodge's members are somewhat limited. We can't exactly go out for a night on the town in full view of the public. Instant problem for those in relationships, but at the same time if I'm seen out with different women all the time, people will start to wonder what the deal is with that as well. But, there are a few things that are totally acceptable. Namely, activities that are far away from cities and don't have a lot of people around.
Which is why I found myself pleasantly surprised to be along with Kathryn Newton on a golf outing. It was something I'd never do, and an idea that I'd probably never have. So the 'fun and new' aspect of it made it instantly appealing. And that was beyond the normal level of appealing that came just from it being Kathryn Newton. Who had been a more recent addition to the Lodge but quickly became a repeat visitor with a great deal of enthusiasm. Always wanting it. Always loving it. Always with those gorgeous doe eyes wide and that beautiful smile beaming. She was as sunny and bright as the golf courses she was always on. I remember the phone call we had when she invited me.
"I'd love to. The only issue is that I've literally never golfed in my entire life," I said, being brutally honest.
Kathryn laughed in such a way that I could practically see her grin over the phone.
"All the better. Then I don't have to wait for you to take your turn, you can just come along for the ride."
"Ohh, so you need a caddy, is that it?" I teased.
"Yeah, obviously. I need someone to drive my cart. Carry my stuff. *Praise* me when I do a good job..." Kathryn said, drawing out that last part to make it sound more suggestive than golf had any reason to be.
"I can definitely do that. Is this like baseball, where to say 'good job' you give someone a pat on the butt?"
"No, but, I'm sure we'll think of something," Kathryn's smirk was also apparent even over the phone.
So we set a date and the location. We picked the middle of the week for the sake of there being less of a crowd. The location was also a pleasant surprise. Kathryn had found a golf course that wasn't too far from the Lodge. One she'd never been to and in which she wasn't a known regular. So when I pulled up in my car, I could walk out like normal, and actually approach and go into a building. No sneaking around, no looking over my shoulder for people with cameras, and no spycraft communications with who I was meeting. No sooner did I enter the lobby, did I hear a whistle from someone grabbing my attention.
"Hey you!" Kathryn called as I turned to look at her.
Kathryn was beaming as she walked over to me. I only had a moment to look, but the swiftness of her walk accentuated her outfit. A blue polo shirt that had three buttons and a wider collar, a white skirt that was tight around her waist but open and flouncy around her thighs, and golf shoes that were two different shades of pink. That lovely blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail, and tucked into a white hat.
"There you are," I said happily.
Kathryn had her arms out with five steps to go. I did the same, and we came together in a hug as if we were old friends. Ones who were free to interact in public, rather than one of them sneaking into the car while the other waits so they can drive out of sight. The only issue was that I had to resist the urge to run my hands down her lovely, petite ass. Kathryn was not similarly inclined, and as we hugged, she pressed herself into me. Particularly her hips, ensuring that they were wedged against me to the point that she could feel my cock through my pants.
"Ooo, there *you* are," she said into my ear with a giggle.
As much as I didn't want to, I reached up and lightly pulled her ponytail in a tease in order to stop her. She laughed again and pulled away, grinning again.
"Come on, I already checked in and got us ready. We're this way," she waved for me to follow.
I was momentarily distracted by the swish of her skirt, teasing the backs of those fantastic, fit thighs, but then the two of us walked through the lobby and out onto the grounds. Through a mostly unoccupied outdoor sitting area and cafe, then down a short path to a tiny parking lot filled with golf carts. Kathryn pointed to one of the carts that was already loaded with her golf bag, and the two of us scampered to it.
"Have you ever driven one of these?" Kathryn asked.
"Totally. You just have to show me where the button is to shoot the golf balls out. That's how this works, right?"
Kathryn laughed as she jumped in, excitedly drumming on the roof of the cart as I got in and switched it on. We zoomed, in as much as one can zoom in a golf cart, to the first tee, and I stopped the cart before we both climbed out.
"So do you have one driver, or do you have several to pick from?" I asked Kathryn as we rounded the back to her bag.
"I thought you said you never golfed before," Kathryn said, giving me a teasing smile.
"I haven't, but I still *know* about golf. You know, Happy Gilmore, Mario Golf, that episode of the Simpsons with Lee Carvallo's putting challenge," I trailed off.
"Caddyshack?" Kathryn asked as she pulled her driver from the bag.
"No thanks, I'm not hungry."
Kathryn let out that wonderful laugh she had, putting her ungloved hand on my chest and leaning into me. After looking up at me and smiling again, she quickly checked over her shoulder. I went to look, too, and saw that she was looking back towards the clubhouse. When she looked back, it was to quickly give me the tiniest peck on the lips, and then she quickly skipped away up to the tee marker.
I watched with great admiration of her craft as she bent over to put the tee and ball in place, then lined up her stance with a sharp eye staring into the distance. I was of course staring at those legs the entire time, and then thinking about what it would look like if I flipped that skirt up while she was bent down in that 'ready to swing' pose. My thoughts were interrupted by the sharp clack of Kathryn's drive sending the ball waaaaay way out there, which she tracked and nodded excitedly as she pointed out where it landed.
"Even I can tell that's a good shot," I said as she returned to the cart.
"Oh it was," Kathryn said with a self-assured nod.
