Seems everybody has their favorite little story to tell here. I never thought I'd have much to contribute on the matter, but that may have all just changed! Here is my incredible tale, unbelievable but true:
I'm an avid golfer, though not all that accomplished. I'm nearing 50, happily married and have all the comforts one could hope for. If I want for anything I suppose it would have to be, like for so many middle-aged men, the incomparable thrill of holding a young, beautiful woman naked in my arms and delighting in the incredible beauty of her young supple body. But that want was the furthest thing from my mind when I entered the couples tournament sponsored by our Club.
My wife doesn't play golf so I was paired with one of the single lady golfers, who happened to be a spunky young girl with a cute Canadian accent whose family had recently moved into our area and joined our Club. She was a beginning golfer, having played very few rounds and as a result we were paired with another couple in the very last group of the tournament. It seems they expected us to be slow in our play! Little did they realize how right they were!
As we drove in our cart to the first tee, I stole a few glances at this young golfing goddess and wondered to myself if I would be able to restrain myself over the course of the next 18 holes from an all-out assault on her incredible body. She looked to be in her early 20's, athletic and tanned. Dressed in dark shorts and a simple white golf shirt. No hat, shoulder-length brunette hair and she wore little if any makeup - she didn't need any, though she may have had a shade of eye-liner on.
And I thought I detected just the faintest hint of some perfume, very understated. Her shirt was tight, though certainly not strained, and revealed a perfect set of breasts. I caught just glimpses of her nipple buttons through it all, though I tried like hell not to gawk! On the first tee she addressed her first drive and I got a long leering look at her backside. No bra clasp in back on what looked to be a sports bra, a tantalizingly small waist and superbly curvy hips framed inside her mid-thigh shorts, from out of which poured tight smooth legs. Just above what would be the top of her butt-crack was a panty line giving away the fact that her panties were very small thin bikinis. As I looked all this over, I felt the precum involuntarily seep from my own very interested penis.
But she played golf for shit!! And with every bad shot she gave a cute little giggle and never once did she get discouraged. Maybe it helped that I was thoroughly enjoying every swing she took and I think she was well aware that I was happy just to be in her company. The other couple was playing very well and was probably in contention to win the tournament. As the holes played on we got further and further removed from the competition as they got more and more competitive and into their chances of victory. But we were becomming less and less aware of their games and much more into our own. At one point she got into the cart after yet again a horrendous stroke and said "Partner, I can't play this game for shit, can I?" And I said "No partner, not yet, but what's it matter - you've got the finest ass this course has ever seen!!" And we both laughed. "And wouldn't you just love to see more of it you ol' coot! Help me find my fuckin' ball and maybe we'll both get lucky" she said. And we laughed even harder. She was opening the door, apparently undaunted by the spread in our ages. Or was I just dreaming?
At the 13th tee, a par-3 hole on a desolate part of the course, I suggested to the other couple that they play on without us since we were playing so slow, a no-no in golfing under any circumstances. They were happy to oblige, as I think they sensed we had lost our interest in serious golf. As we sat in the cart waiting for them to finish out the hole, she turned to me and said "Thank goodness for that Partner - it's about time you sent them on their fuckin way!" And with that, sitting right there next to me in the cart and smiling, she unzipped her shorts, slid her hand inside her pants and began rubbing; I could hear the friction of her bush and the clicking sound of a wet pussy, but I felt any action on my part would be premature. She was in control of this game!
We were alone on the tee and not likely to see anyone until we got to the end of our round. She walked to the tee, her shorts opened and a huge grin on her face. Looking at me as she placed her ball on the tee, she let her shorts fall to the ground and kicked them towards me. And laughed. "Ever seen a swing look this good?" she asked. My mouth was parched, my heart was pounding out of my chest and my pants were becoming a wreck. She was fucking gorgeous and I knew I was going to be had, just didn't know quite how! Her bikini panties were all white, with a little pattern of some sort throughout. They were see-through enough to reveal her dark patch underneath. She put me at ease after hitting her shot saying "Now, for the rest of this round I want you to show me your best strokes!"
With that, she came over to me and stood just inches in front of me. I could feel her hands on my trousers button as she opened it, all the while gazing into my eyes and smiling easily and warmly with hers. I felt and heard my zipper go down. And felt the freedom of my pants being dropped. She removed my shirt running her hands up my sides and started kissing down my hairy chest, licking my nipples then continuing down. Kneeling before me, she stroked me through my boxers and gave a tug on my balls; I was rock hard and ready as she peeled me naked before her. Then I felt the incredible warmth of her mouth encircle me and I nearly lost control as she sucked in a way I'm not sure I'd ever felt before, an indescribable feeling. Looking down at the scene, I noticed she had a small tongue ring which had escaped me before. Despite wanting to free myself from her control and give her the best fucking I could imagine, I was powerless to stop it. Sucking and stroking she soon had me moaning as she took every inch of me into and out of her hot wet mouth. My knees nearly buckled as I exploded stream after stream of cum, all of which she hungrily took in. I was drained but excited beyond belief. Throwing me back my boxers and shirt she said "Rest up, Partner, you've got more holes to play!" And we laughed our asses off as we popped ourselves a beer and got into the cart, both in our shirts and underwear only.
