I got out of town and went to a favorite golf resort to get some fresh air. I arranged an early tee time, I was a single joining three younger guys. They had a cooler full of beer and started drinking on the first hole. They were nice enough to offer me one, but they mostly kept to themselves. They chatted with each other rather loudly, but it wasn't a problem as they kept proper golf etiquette and stayed quiet when anyone was hitting.
One of their conversations I got to hear pretty clearly. One guy had been to a bachelor party, he started telling in detail about the stripper they had hired. She had done the obligatory strip tease and lap dances, then it was time to 'do the talent.' The groom was to go first, everyone pitched in money. Everyone except one guy who had showed up empty handed. They all took their turns with the stripper. When it came to the last guy, they all threw money in for him but insisted that if they were going to pay, they got to watch. She pulled his clothes off in front of everyone revealing a tiny limp dick. They all had a good laugh. She started in on him, giving him a lap dance, finally getting him aroused. He wasn't much bigger when he was hard. That got another laugh. She started in with a blowjob but he surprised her by prematurely ejaculating into her mouth. That earned him a round of applause, and the nickname 'Early.'
I got a boner listening. Thankfully they didn't notice and we finished up our round.
I went by myself to the 19th hole and ordered a drink. There was another guy at the bar who had just finished, we exchanged pleasantries.
The alcohol must have made me relate the story I had just heard on the course. He listened in rapt attention. I could see him squirming, trying to hide a bulge. He related a sexy story too. We decided to get in an afternoon round together to share some more.
The starter had a single to join us, a woman. She was only a few years younger than us, with short blonde hair and the obligatory visor. A tight fitting knit top tucked into a short skirt over beautiful long legs. We watched her reach down into her bag to get out a ball.
I know women wear 'cheer' pants underneath those skirts. That doesn't stop me from looking.
It was a little chilly, we could see her nipples standing out.
We watched her tee off, the skirt went flying. It was a bit windy that afternoon. When she faced into the breeze, you could see a hint of her mound. This was going to be a nice round of golf.
We followed her down the fairway. She knew how to walk in golf shoes.
She spent a lot of time on her putts. It was later in the day and the sun was getting lower. On one hole, we managed to find ourselves on the other side of the green watching her. She squatted to line up her putt, the angle of the sun gave us the perfect shot. We shared a fist bump when she wan't looking.
The three of us exchanged our back stories. He was divorced, she was a widow, both getting out of town to clear their heads like me, both between relationships line me. We shared more small talk, about golf and life.
She finally noticed us leering at her. I was expecting a scowl, instead we got a smile. She deliberately took a long time bending over to pick up her ball from the cup.
Our conversations turned from mundane to sexy, lubricated by drinks at the turn. I related the story I had heard earlier. She surprised us by saying she had been a stripper working her way through college. She told some tales from the VIP room. I told a story from college days where two women took on eight guys in a blowjob race, I was the 'anchor leg' on the winning team. He told a story about wild spring break in Florida.
I told them the only golf joke I knew:
A young guy, his father and grandfather are playing with a hot chick. On the last hole she is standing over a ten foot putt. She tells them that whoever can help her make the putt can have her for the night. The young guy looks at the putt and says, 'Right edge,' the father lines it up and says, 'No, straight in.' The grandfather says 'It's good.'
The sun was setting and we were at the final green. She had about a twenty foot putt to finish. We both hollered out, "It's good!" which got her laughing out loud.
Walking off the green, the usual round of handshakes and 'Good game Good game' was followed by her saying "Why don't we go back to my room for another round?"
We both nodded in unison, agreeing to shower up and meet her in an hour.
I went back to my room and scrubbed myself really good. That was the longest hour in my entire life.
She opened the door to greet me with wet hair, wearing a robe. She handed me a glass of champagne and beckoned me with her finger.
My kind of woman.
He got the same treatment when he knocked on the door.
She had ordered some room service, assorted munchies to pair with the bubbly. She had a suite. We sat down on the couch, with her opposite us in a chair, doing a good job of keeping her knees together.
"Can we share some more stories?" she asked.
I squirmed trying to hide my boner when he shared his own bachelor party tale. She topped that with a story of a wild bachelorette party.
I went for it, weaving a detailed account of a recent bisexual threesome experience. Four eyebrows followed along.
We both looked down when she crossed her legs. She noticed and said, "You guys have been trying to get a peek all day!"
She got up from the chair and stood in front of us. With a flourish she peeled off her robe, revealing a pink nightie. It was sheer, you could make out a hint of areola and bush. It was short, barely covering her entertainment center. She twirled the robe around a few times and tossed it into the corner.
She made a couple of pinup poses, then walked over to her golf bag. She pulled out her putter and reached down to get out two golf balls, lingering there for a moment, her nightie lifting enough to give us a peek.
She came back and stood facing away from us, reaching down to place one of the balls. She wiggled her butt a couple times then putted it across the carpet. She walked over and bent down to mark the ball, giving us another flash. She walked to the other side of the ball and squatted to line up her next putt, keeping her knees together at first but then widening them for a moment to give us another shot up the nightie. The expressions on our faces made her smile.
"Can anyone help me with this putt?" got us roaring with laughter.
She grabbed the two balls and came back, standing in front of us. She took the putter and placed it between her legs, with the grip pointed up looking like an erect penis. She held the two golf balls at the bottom and made like she was fondling them. Then she started stroking the grip like a guy masturbating. She started slowly, thrusting her hips and moaning.
