During our first months together, it became a running joke with Louisa and me that we would take the convertible out on a sunny day and drive around the pleasant, manicured countryside that is East Lothian. Of course, the erotic is never far from our thoughts and so we envisaged making out on a secluded beach or a wood by the sea. But the weather was never right when she had a free weekend and so months passed. Until one day, I left my golf shoes behind while on a work outing and had to go back to get them. And the venue was quite unexpected.
We had been out late the night before and it was almost midday before the sun streamed through the gaps in the shutters. I rolled over and cupped her right breast n my hand. "Well, the sun's shining, so I think we should go to East Lothian," I joked.
"But we have to do the shopping."
"No choice. I have to get my golf shoes back for tomorrow morning's bounce game."
"There's nothing in to eat."
"I'll take you out for dinner."
That did it. She threw off her domestic facade and got ready to enjoy the day. We decided that it was warm and we would wear shorts. I put on a polo shirt. (Hint – don't ever try to get into a golf club with a T-shirt on!) I persuaded Louisa to wear a sheer blouse, but with a collar. I could see her black push-up 'G-cup' bra through the thin material. Her pert ass filled the rear of the white shorts, but then I foresaw a problem. "Can you wear a short skirt instead?"
She lovingly obliged, pulling away the shorts to reveal her bush. No knickers. She slipped on a neat red number, which reached mid-way down her thighs. I smiled my appreciation, moved up to her and slipped my fingers into her pussy, feeling the wet juices. "Mmm, someone's ready for it."
She moved my hand away. "I'm hungry," she said "and I'm putting these on so that I don't stain the skirt." She pulled a pair of slim knickers from her drawer and slipped them over her legs. "Come on. Let's see your East Lothian then."
As we travelled out the A1 motorway in top gear, I let my left hand fall on her right knee and slowly massage its way up. I kept the speed reasonable. Meeting no resistance, I pulled aside her knickers and played with her ripe clitoris. Then I slid my finger down slowly until it entered her wetness and ran it up and down a few times. A glance showed that she was enjoying this but, as we came off the motorway, she moved my hand away. "You need both hands on the wheel now," she scolded.
It was only a couple of days since I'd been to the Gifford course, so I knew the road very well and I was able to anticipate the corners and the straights very well. Louisa likes driving thrills almost as much as sexual thrills. But she won't go quite as far. So the ride has to be exciting, but not dangerous, and I've learned to watch whether she thinks I'm going too fast. The East Lothian countryside was perfect for the sports car and we accelerated fast out of the sharp bends to reach maximum speed on the long straights.
"You've made me uncomfortable," she said. "My pants are chafing."
"That's easily solved. Just take them off."
She did, and passed them to me. I knew why. I held them to my nose and sniffed appreciatively, before throwing them in the back. I moved my hand down between her legs. She pushed it away.
"Concentrate on the road," she said. There was a tractor coming and we had to slow.
"I want to taste your juices."
"In that case..." She lifted her left leg up onto the dash and put her hand between her thighs, stroking some juices from her wet lips. The tractor was just at us then and the farmer was already looking at the car to check his clearance on the narrow road. His look became a stare of amazement. Just after he passed he honked his horn appreciatively.
Louisa held her wet fingers up to my mouth and I licked the sweet juice. "You certainly made his day," I smiled.
Remembering this day out, I've got hard and wet with pre-cum, and Louisa will be home from work shortly and will want to read it. And I remember then that my cock was hard inside my shorts and we were about to reach Gifford. I 'sorted' myself and started a conversation about where we might go for lunch. 5 minutes later we parked up at the end of the fairway and walked down to the clubhouse. I was aware that, although softened, my erection was still straining on the shorts. As we passed some of the members sitting out in the afternoon sun I tried to be casual and said "hello" but they paid little attention to me. They only had eyes for Louisa, who by this time was very horny and walking with the sexual confidence that goes with it. She didn't mind who knew.
We went into the bar and retrieved my golf shoes. "Would you like a drink while you're here?" asked the barman. He clearly would have liked us to. I was going to say yes, but Louisa got in first."That would be lovely," she said, "something long and satisfying." I was startled. "For the heat," she added.
We settled on a couple of Gin and Tonics. There was no-one else in the bar, so we went outside and sat at a table in the sun, overlooking the 18th green. Louisa crossed her legs, the skirt riding up slightly and revealing a length of exposed thigh. The members on the bench who had been watching the action on course became more interested in the action at our table, casting discrete glances now and again. Golf club rules forbid the wearing of T-shirts, jeans and trainers. But to my knowledge mini-skirts, and see-through blouses are not mentioned. Nor does it say you must wear panties.
We finished our drinks and, as we left, Louisa walked ahead of me down the narrow path to the car-park. I could smell her juices. There was someone unpacking their clubs as we got to the car and she bent over the back to recover something showing her naked bum to them as she did so. In case they couldn't believe what they'd seen, she retrieved the panties I'd thrown there on the journey and held them up to me. "Will I put them on again?"
"Well, I suppose if we're going out to eat."
"No, I want to eat you first." And she threw them back into the car.
