It was a slow afternoon. I had my feet up on the desk, and I was looking at what used to be called a girlie magazine when I was a kid. I had already been through the morning paper and the latest copy of Sports Illustrated.
Sally ambled in from the front office and looked at me with a smirk.
"Reading porn again?" she said. It was more like an accusation than a question.
"Okay you caught me," I responded, "but what were you reading out front?"
She laughed and said, "Last month's version of the same magazine."
I laughed in response and said, "Well, we have a lot of tastes in common."
"Yea, but a lot of these stories are so lame."
"I agree," I responded. "They all follow the same formula. Boy meets girl. Boy and girl get naked. Girls sucks his cock. Boy eats her pussy. They fuck in two or three positions, and for a really exotic story, they repeat the process. Lame and unimaginative."
"So tell me a better story," she said, as she flopped down on my couch.
"Hmmm," I said, as I thought for a moment. "Yeah, okay. I can do that. Let me tell you about a round of golf I played a couple of years ago."
"What does golf have to do with sex? I want to hear about sex, preferably graphic sex."
"This particular round of golf turned out to be a lot more about sex than it was about golf."
"Okay. That sounds more like it."
I was playing a round with one of our lawyer clients. Round about the 8
th
hole he got a phone call and had to run over to the jail to bail out one of his clients. I decided to finish the back nine on my own. About two holes later I caught up with a very attractive lady who was also playing on her own. She introduced herself as Jill. We joined up and, since I was walking, Jill suggested I load my clubs on her cart and ride with her, which I did.
As we sat in the cart waiting for the foursome in front of us, being the gentlemanly fellow I am, I couldn't help but ogle Jill's really fine legs, which were displayed beneath a very tight pair of short shorts. Of course, I also noticed her really nice jugs.
"Yes, You have always been very much the gentleman," Sally interupted, her voice dripping sarcasm.
"Do you want to hear this story or not?" I said. If so hold your commentary until I finish.
Sally gave me a non-commital smile in return, but I continued.
Jill noticed my ogling, but she didn't seem to mind. In fact, after a couple of holes her sweater seemed to be unbuttoned one or two levels lower that it had been, which let me see the top off her lacy bra and a lot of her tits. I completely quit thinking about my golf, which to my surprise seemed to make my score better."
"She also had a really cute nice round ass. I made sure I was standing behind her when she got ready to hit and I noticed that suddenly her waggle was mostly in her ass. I am not sure it did anything for her golf shot, but it was definitely bringing my cock to life."
"At the next hole she ducked into a washroom, and when she came out I concluded that she had abandoned her bra because her tits had their own waggle as she waked toward me."
"That is quite a waggle you have there, ma'am," I said.
"I am glad you like it," Jill said, as she smiled and cupped her breasts in her hands. She thought for a moment and said, "You know, I would love to play golf naked some time."
"Great idea," I said, "but I see a few problems."
"Oh? Whatever could they be?" she said with a smirk as she undid yet another button, and pulled her left boob from behind the sweater so she could pull on its really hard nipple.
"First, I just don't think this stuffy old club is quite ready for that much fun. They do have a dress code you know.
"How uncivil of them," she said as she cupped her hands under both of her beautiful tits holding them out for me to lust at.
"Secondly, I . . ." said as I realized that I had totally lost my train of thought.
"What's the matter big boy? Cat got your tongue?"
I really didn't have an answer, but finally I said, "Well, if I was playing with you and we were both naked, I would have to change my swing so it would clear my really big, stiff dick."
That got a big giggle out of her, followed by the observation that we better hit before another group caught with us and she had to button up.
This time I stood in front of her and watched her tits as she hit her best drive of the day.
I got off a kind of lame tee shot, but it at least stayed out of trouble. As we hopped in the cart she reached over and stroked my hard cock through my trousers.
"That looks pretty uncomfortable," she said.
"I know how to make my cock and your pussy a lot more comfortable," I responded, "but this is probably not the place."
"We are closer than you think," she said. With that she stepped out of the cart and dropped a ball which she deliberately sliced into a big ravine to our right.
