The next morning Michael called one of the local golf courses, managing to secure a tee time for 11:00 am. He showered and dressed, then went down to meet Leigh for breakfast at 8:00. Arriving a few minutes early, he was seated at an outside table, the waitress bringing over a carafe of hot coffee. Several sparrows and mynas flitted around the patio, chirping happily while they searched for scraps. Leigh appeared shortly afterwards, today with Kaylee in tow.
All right
, he thought, somewhat apprehensively,
this could be interesting
.
The mother and daughter could not have been more of a contrast. Leigh was wearing a pair of sexy sandals and a floral patterned sundress, fairly low cut, showing off her sexy legs and a little cleavage. Her flaming red hair, tied in a loose ponytail, billowed behind her. After a few days on Kauai her skin was a bit more tanned, the lightly bronzed flesh complimenting her dress. Sporting lipstick and some eye shadow, she looked fantastic.
Kaylee on the other hand was dressed down, way down. Her head was covered by a baseball cap pulled low over her eyes, a tight ponytail of her own poking out from the back. Her torso was shrouded by an oversized, nondescript beige t-shirt, baggy shorts below, a ratty pair of flip flops on her tiny feet. Still, she couldn't help but be hot. Free of makeup, her skin was practically flawless, her small, full lips their natural pale pink. He realized that she would look fabulous even if she was comatose, which to be honest she seemed close to this morning. One of the benefits of youth he surmised, along with the incredible natural beauty she possessed.
"Good morning ladies," he said cheerfully, holding a chair for Leigh.
"Good morning Michael," Leigh replied warmly, Kaylee muttering a tired sounding, "morning."
She sat herself across from Michael. Slumping in her chair, her long legs sprawled in front of her under the table. Her feet brushed against his, Kaylee caressing his right foot briefly, then pulling them back a hair, Michael relieved that she didn't persist. Reaching for the coffee he poured them each a cup.
"And how are you all today?" he asked, more out of habit than anything else.
"Well, I'm great, but my daughter here is a bit worse for wear."
"Oh really. Is everything okay?"
Michael acted the part of the thoughtful friend; it was going to be a challenge. He was very heedful to not give away any clue as to what was really going on between him and her daughter. Kaylee however made it easier, barely glancing in his direction, mostly just drinking her coffee in sullen silence.
"I'm sure she's fine, just recovering from whatever she was up to last night, doing god knows what with god knows whom," Leigh said, a hint of exasperation and sarcasm in her voice.
"Aw gimme a break mom," Kaylee mumbled, glancing at Michael for half a second then looking down at the coffee in front of her.
He sat quietly, looking at Leigh, avoiding looking at her daughter. In contrast to the calm facade he displayed, Michael shuddered inside, pondering the repercussions if it was ever found out that he was the "whom" doing the "what" with Kaylee. The remainder of breakfast turned out to be surprisingly pleasant, the conversation touching on a cornucopia of reasonably interesting subjects.
Kaylee for the most part ate in silence, occasionally adding a thought, but in general looking down at her plate, or around the patio where they were sitting, taking in the assorted collection of other guests scattered about. She rarely made eye contact with Michael, which was more than okay as far as he was concerned. He didn't need the distraction. And then as breakfast was winding down the discussion took a slightly uncomfortable detour.
"So Michael, would you like to go for a drive around the island today, maybe show me the sights, you know, you being almost a local and all," Leigh said teasingly.
"Umm..."
Michael suddenly felt extremely awkward. He already had plans to spend part of the day with Kaylee, golfing of all things, and so going for a drive with her mom would be out, at least not until much later in the day. But he didn't know how to tell her that. He was uncomfortable lying, but was also reluctant to tell the truth. He decided that the best plan was to tell her about the golf, and just act as if it was nothing more than a casual outing. He was about to do just that when Kaylee beat him to the punch.
"Oh, sorry mom, but Michael is taking me golfing today."
Her tone sounded innocent enough, but to Michael's ears it was perhaps tinged with a touch of gloating.
"What?" Leigh answered, sounding more shocked than he would have hoped for.
"Yeah, I kind of begged him to take me, and he finally relented."
"I see. And when did these plans happen?"
"Oh, yesterday, before I went to do god knows what with god knows whom," Kaylee replied.
She was flirting with disaster, and Michael was getting a bit nervous. He doubted Leigh could put two and two together based solely on her daughter's words, but Kaylee was also acting a bit cocky, a bit like someone who had bested her opponent, only this game was a dangerous one. Leigh stared at her daughter, searching her face for...Michael wasn't sure what. Initially Kaylee stared back, almost smirking, but then she averted her eyes, becoming somewhat submissive. Leigh then turned to him, forcing a tight lipped smile.
"Fine then, I guess that's that."
"Maybe we could go somewhere after the round?" Michael suggested, trying to make the situation better.
"Hmm, by then most of the day will be shot."
"Yeah, I suppose so. How about tomorrow then?"
Leigh paused for a moment, now staring at Michael, with that same cool, penetrating look she gave her daughter. It was unnerving. He smiled back pleasantly, doing everything he could to fein indifference, when in reality he was feeling anything but.
"Uh...yeah, okay, tomorrow maybe," she finally said.
They finished their coffees. Michael wanted to pay the bill, but Leigh insisted that this was her treat, and he didn't put up much of a fight. He wasn't a cheapskate, but in his mind they weren't a couple, and he had paid for dinner and yesterday's breakfast. And she seemed more than happy to do her share.
"Well, I'm going to go get ready for our golf date," Kaylee chirped, having recovered from her slumberous ways in the last ten minutes.
Leigh bristled slightly when her daughter used the word "date" to describe the outing, but other than that she put on a friendly, composed front. She wished him a good day, then she and Kaylee headed back to their room, Michael going in the opposite direction. He would meet Kaylee in the lobby at 9:45. The course was only five minutes away, allowing them ample time. He preferred to warm up before playing, and to just get a feel for the place. At 9:40 he was in the lobby, Kaylee showing up shortly after.
She was certainly dressed for the part, and would no doubt be the sexiest golfer on the course. A short little pink and black plaid skirt came halfway down her thighs, showing off those remarkably attractive tanned legs, the garment clinging rather tightly to her hot little buttocks. Her top was a sleeveless, collared pink blouse, providing occasional glimpses of her midriff. Only the top button of her blouse was undone, Kaylee displaying a modicum of modesty. She was hatless, her blond hair pulled back in a braided ponytail.
"Shit Kaylee, you're going to be a distraction for sure in that get up," Michael said.
"I'm glad you approve," she replied, grinning back at him.
They arrived at the course in plenty of time to arrange for a set of rental clubs for her, and even a pair of golf shoes, and in addition to that she purchased a golf visor to wear. When she was all fitted out they drove over to the range, spending some time hitting some balls and putting. Kaylee had a decent swing for someone who only played intermittently. She could hit the ball straight and with fair distance using the driver, and made solid contact with her irons most of the time. She would definitely hold her own he thought.
They made it to the first tee about three minutes before their scheduled time. Another couple would be joining them, but they weren't there yet. Michael would be content if it turned out to be just Kaylee and him. He wasn't antisocial, but you never knew who you'd get when they paired you up with strangers. They waited a few minutes then prepared to tee off, when out of the blue a golf cart approached. It was the other couple. Cursing under his breath, Michael did make an effort to smile politely as they pulled up. The driver, an older gentleman, got out to greet them, smiling broadly, as did his passenger, an attractive, dark haired woman.
"Hi, I'm Dwight, and this is my wife, Cheryll," the man said as he shook Michael's hand, and then Kaylee's. "Sorry we're so late, it was a much longer drive to the course than we anticipated."
Cheryll did the opposite, first greeting Kaylee and then Michael. The first thing that he noticed, it was impossible not to, was her fabulous rack. Her tits were incredible. Large and round, sitting up proudly and firmly on her chest, an ample amount of cleavage visible above the
v-neck of her red golf shirt, the first two buttons loosened. She was wearing tight fitting black Bermuda shorts that showed off a pair of fit, tanned legs. A baseball style golf hat adorned her head, her dark black locks tumbling out from beneath. She could have been in her thirties, possibly early forties. She was in great shape, a thin waist complimenting her ample bosom.
Dwight was a tall man, about six foot four Michael guessed, and also in excellent condition. He cut an imposing figure, broad shouldered, muscular, with a solid, strong handshake that was friendly and assertive at the same time. His hatless head displayed a wavy, perfectly coifed mop of almost white hair. He was square jawed, his tanned face etched with lines, the only indication that he was older. From a distance watching him move around one might have guessed he was much younger, but Michael pegged him to be in his sixties. After their hellos were finished they teed off then headed down the fairway. Once they were out of earshot of Dwight and Cheryll, Kaylee began to speculate about their two playing partners.
"Fuck, did you see the tits on Cheryll," she gushed.
"Umm, sure, I guess," Michael replied.
