Julie tingled with anticipation as she stared out her living room window. Her naked skin, warm underneath the 3/4 length sable coat which caressed her body. Looking out across the fifth fairway which backed to her house, she smiled. Since her days in college she had loved golfing even considered at one time going pro. Though the pro thing never worked out, she did eventually move into a neighborhood which was built around a golf course.
It had been the middle of July. It was her custom to stop in to the Country Club for a round of golf about three or four times a week. Usually she went with her best friend Lisa who lived just down the street, but today Lisa had other commitments. So there she was, lifting her lime green golf bag out of the rear of her Jeep Liberty. Prepared to play alone if she had to but was hoping, at this time of day, someone would need a partner.
She was wearing a lime green skirt with a white collared golf shirt. Her new white/lime green saddle shoes would need some breaking into, but all in all it looks like a great day. The sun is shining. Not a cloud in the sky. At the last minute she remembered her golf cap with its lime green Callaway written on the front. Tucking sides of her strawberry blonde hair behind her ears she pulled the cap down. She took a quick look into the side rear view mirror, still liking what she saw.
As luck would have it, or as Julie would say, 'fate', as she headed off towards the Pro Shop where a trio of women were just walking in.
Julie quickened her pace catching up with them as they approached the counter. "You wouldn't have room for a fourth? Would you?"
They all turned to face her. "We'd love you to join us." said the tallest of the three. "Our other friend just bailed on us. I'm Marcie and this is Annette and Karin."
"Julie." she chimed. "Thank you, my friend bailed too."
All were around the same age. Mid 30's. From their attire, Julie guessed they were avid golfers. Marcie with her short dark brown hair and dark eyes was wearing a pink argyll sweater vest with a short white skirt and pink and white Nike shoes. At 32, Annette was the youngest of the group. Wearing a sleeveless yellow shirt with a white skirt and white and matching white and yellow Callaway shoes., she looked like she could have been on the LPGA. Her auburn hair topped with a yellow Callaway cap. Karin wore a print shirt which contrasted with her blonde hair. Her eyes matched her light blue capris. Like Julie, Karin wore FootJoys the only difference being, Karin's were white with light blue trim.
"Will you need a cart?" the attractive young college age guy behind the counter asked.
Annette raised her eyes from the growing bulge in his pants to his name tag. "No thanks, Drew. But maybe later you can try for a hole in one. if you get my drift?"
"Yes ma'am!" excitedly he exclaimed.
The ladies laughed.
"Annette, leave the poor boy alone." Marcie pleaded.
Drew went on. "So Annette... May I call you Annette?"
"Only when you're thrusting it in me." she teased.
Blushing now Drew asked, "So what's the name of your party?"
"Country Club Cougars, my dear." she whispered seductively.
Finally Karin jumped in between the two fledgling love birds. "Sorry to spoil all the fun but we're up."
From her little corner of the world Julie knew she was in for a wild day.
Joining Marcie on the first cart, Julie se Annette and Karin followed closely in the other cart.
Annette was on a roll. At the first tee she joked. "The first time I took golfing lessons I couldn't drive to save my life. The pro told me to hold the driver like I hold a man's penis. He laughed when I put it in my mouth."
And that set the atmosphere for the day.
By the time they got to the first green, Annette proposed a challenge. "Oh by the way whoever misses this putt has to give up how many guys they've screwed."
For once Julie was glad she practiced her putting regularly.
Marcie ended up losing the round and asked, "Do blowjobs count as screwing?"
"Uh yeah, only the President doesn't believe it is." howled Annette.
Marcie joked while holding up her fingers, "I am not a criminal."
They all laughed.
"Give it up." Karin prodded.
With a coy looking grin Marcie went on, "Uhm, well fifteen."
"Fifteen!" Even Julie joined in the surprise.
"Or sixteen." she looked away.
Julie thought to herself, 'This beats my Bunco games to hell.'
They moved on to the second green. Since losing the round Marcie had to announce the next challenge. "Okay girls, whoever misses the next putt has to...hmmm... tell whether they are a spitter or a swallower."
'Good gosh.' Julie shocked, let out a snort. 'These women are wild.'
