The ladies were sitting in the corner of the Golf Club lounge like three wise monkeys, huddled nonchalantly over their drinks, disinterestedly divining the sexual prowess of every male member along the bar, making crude asides that brought irregular loud chuckles from the group.
Too young to be grandmothers and too old to be debutantes, they were at that wonderful age when women know what they want and know how to enjoy it. Covertly sensual in an overt sort of way, every movement of their tanned, trim bodies shouts, "I am a sensuous woman who enjoys fucking." The only blemish on this comfortable lifestyle is getting enough, often enough.
The men at the bar paid them little attention. They were local ladies after all and their histories were well known by their former teenage romances and previous lovers, their pasts inextricably intertwined in the day to day life of this small town.
As a traveller standing at the bar quietly enjoying a cold beer on a hot afternoon, being subjected to this erotic scrutiny was a strange feeling. I was only passing through.
Slowly, the redhead prised herself away from the brunette and bottle blonde. Empty glass in hand, she sauntered across the room to order another drink from the bar, her well rounded bosoms bouncing with each step, nipple buttons protruding out through the well cut blouse. Oh, dear! She had forgotten her purse.
"Perhaps I could get it for you?" I queried with a smile.
Her bright eyes sparkled and darted quickly from glass to face, absorbing every detail between as a beaming smile spread rapidly across her full lips.
"Why, that's very kind. Thank you."
The smile lingered. We followed the local custom and moved away a little from the bar, her friends forgotten for a moment.
"I don't think I've seen you here before. Have you just moved into town?"
"No," I replied with a grin. "The car was running rough and the mechanic is taking forever to get it fixed. The lunch here was recommended but I seem to have missed it."
"Oh yes, they close the kitchen early today and the chef is a real tartar." A slight pause. "So what will you do now for lunch?"
"Oh I don't know," I said. "Might play two or three holes while I'm waiting even if I can't get a meal. I really should make the most of such a delightful afternoon."
She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, briefly glanced away into the distance, then fixed her eyes confidently on mine.
"Yes. An afternoon delight would be wonderful. I s'pose you'll start on the 69th to get in the last three." A pause. "Do you have the balls for it?"
"Oh bother. I just realised that my niblick and balls are in the car at the garage. It is a long drive to get the sticks then come here for a few holes. Sort of wastes the afternoon really."
"Too bad," she said. A pause, then another wry smile.
"I'm off home for a late lunch." Chin down, smile and fluttered eye-lashes.
"Maybe you'd like to join me for a nibble and lick; make a meal of it before you play those holes." A pregnant pause.
"An afternoon delight, perhaps."
"Why thank you," I said, peering into the deep cleavage almost covered by her unbuttoned blouse. "That looks like a boobiful banquet, but I don't want to land you in a hazard."
The smile transformed into a grin. "Oh that's OK," she said. "There are no hazards on this course now; only free shots . . ." And her voice trailed off wistfully into her private world.
She stepped past me, her full breast gently brushing against my arm as she turned back from putting the glass on the bar. Another smile. "Just let me get my purse and say good bye to the girls."
I slowly drained the icy cold beer, watching over the glass as she returned to the group. A few brief words, knowing banter with approving glances in reply as she picked up her purse and keys, then back to me. The chilly beer did nothing to cool the rising temperature in my crotch.
"Ready to tee off?" she said as she touched base, "Come on, I'll drive you" as she swirled purposely towards the door.
A few minutes later we were in a neat middle class lounge room.
"Take a seat," she said. "I'll only be a minute. These knickers are giving me a dreadful wedgie and I'll get into something more comfortable." She half turned as she was leaving the room, giving me a full vision of her bust bound up in her blouse. "There's a beer in the fridge, if you'd like one."
"No thanks," I replied to the now empty doorway, and I was standing alone, surveying the memorabilia of her life. But not for long. I was facing away from the door looking at a picture above the corner sofa when she announced her return.
"There, that's better," she said with a sense of satisfaction.
I turned; and was faced with her voluptuous nude body moving determinedly towards me, full breasts swinging sensuously, the nipples deliciously red and firm. She had obviously lived much of the good life, but she was not flabby, her deep cleavage and shaved pussy promised all sorts of hidden delights.
She sort of 'bumped' into me, and with one arm on my shoulder said, "Now that's much more comfortable for playing around."
The full red lips homed in on my mouth and hungrily devoured my lips as her tongue worked overtime successfully enticing my juices to rise to the occasion, while her soft, firm stomach pushed gently into mine.
We embraced long and strong, our passion rising to the demand, my hands stroking down her back and under her arm to caress her soft bosom.
After what seemed an eternity the clinch broke and she stared up into my face. "Well, you seem to have done that before," she said approvingly. "Now, let's check out your stick and see if your balls will play the whole course."
In a matter of moments I too was standing naked, with her kneeling in front of me on the floor, my manhood rising to the occasion automatically.
"Ahhh, that's a nice shaft," was all she said before the knob vanished into her eager mouth, the wetness and sucking sending thrills up my spine; Oh God, it was good.
Her head bobbed rhythmically up and down as she deliberately increased the length of cock she was swallowing with each bobbing. A gentle nip at the base to remind me that she had eaten it all, then back to the rhythm. Up down,
up, down,
up, down. The pleasure flowed through me and my cock became rock hard.
Tongue applied to scrotum and licked up to head, radiating delicious tingles through my body. Up and down, up and down, her tongue played my cock like a musician plays scales on a clarinet. Shit!! This is good!!
"Put your foot up on the sofa so that I can stroke your beautiful balls," she purred, and immediately returning to sucking the head off my shaft without missing a stroke.
I moved my foot and her fingers moved over and behind my balls, feather stroking the scrotum to cause delicious waves of pleasure up through my body. Oh, the pleasure of a sensual woman's touch!
Then the searing electric pleasure of a tongue tip tease, feather-licking in the eye
. Talk about blow your mind!!!
