I could already feel a trickle of sweat running down my back as Jack and I approached the first tee. It was just a few minutes past nine in the morning, but the day had all of the earmarks of being a real scorcher! Temperatures were predicted to reach 100, and they were well on their way. Summertime can be brutal on some of these islands, but this was when we were able to get away, and we had no intention of letting the heat keep us from playing as much golf as possible over the next couple of days. The course was empty, the manager in the pro shop commenting that everybody else had enough sense to stay inside on a day like this, or maybe on the beach where the water was quickly accessible.
Jack and I pulled off our shirts and lathered up with sunscreen. We were hoping that wearing just shorts would keep us from being completely overwhelmed by the heat. I hit my driver, and got off a decent shot, about 225 yards down the fairway, and not too far off to the right. Jack's shot was a little longer and a little straighter.
We had climbed into our cart when a voice called out, "How about making it a foursome?" We turned to find ourselves being approached by two attractive young women who were apparently as crazy as we were, and determined to get in 18 holes, one way or the other. I glanced at Jack, and we shrugged, simultaneously.
"Sure. Why not?"
I'm still single at age 35, and Jack was recently divorced. We had taken a two-bedroom suite at the hotel, and were certainly hoping that we might meet a couple of women while we were here.
The gals hopped off of their cart, and introduced themselves as Donna and Emily. They appeared to be just a year or two younger than we were, probably early 30's. Donna was relatively tall, maybe 5'9", very athletic in appearance, with that brown hair that is so dark it nearly looks black, tied up in a ponytail. Emily's hair was auburn, and fell loosely onto her shoulders, and although she was not as tall as Donna, she was every bit as attractive, and her figure was, perhaps, a bit better. They were here to play golf, enjoy the beach, and generally have a good time.
They teed off, and it was easy to see that they were both pretty decent golfers, certainly as good as Jack and I were. The compensation of playing from the women's tees, though, made them able companions. They were both wearing shorts and bathing suit tops, accentuating their terrific figures.
We had played the first four holes, and the sun had continued to rise, making the oppressive heat even more intense. There did not seem to be another soul on the course. We were all sweating fairly profusely, and grateful that cold water was provided at regular intervals along the way. Jack and I were dumping as much on our heads as we were down our throats, and the same was pretty much true for our companions. We were standing in the shade by the fifth tee when Donna complained about the inequities of our respective situations.
"At least you guys can get away with not wearing a shirt. This bathing suit top is getting oppressive."
Not being one to pass up an obvious opening, I said, "You know, there's nobody else out here today. I think I can honestly say that neither one of us would object to the two of you playing without your tops on." I was hoping the wanton smile on my face was not too obvious.
The two girls giggled, and, after questioning looks at each other, reached behind their backs and untied the halters, freeing their breasts from their confines. They both had well-formed, ample breasts, and dark areoles from which their nipples anxiously tried to escape. Jack reached into his golf bag and came out with a tube of sunscreen, flipping it to Emily.
"Better put some on. We'd hate to see you with a painful sunburn."
They rubbed the lotion into each other's backs (I was going to offer, but thought better of it), and then they each spread generous amounts on their own breasts and stomachs. We watched longingly as they did so. Emily in particular spent a lot of time making sure here nipples were well coated, and when she was done they were standing out hard and proud from their surroundings.
We resumed our round of golf, the girls delighting in their freedom, and us delighting in them. The girls continued to play well, but Jack and I experienced an immediate deterioration in play. We made it through the fifth hole OK, but by the time I stood on the sixth tee, I was so distracted by the girls, as well as the throbbing erection I was now sporting, that I sliced my drive into the trees on the right side of the fairway. Everyone else was in the fairway, but I headed off toward the trees to see if I had any chance of getting out of this jam. As I got out of the cart, Emily offered to help me look.
"Let me go with you. I'm pretty good at finding balls."
We stepped into the trees while Donna joined Jack in our cart and headed off toward where their shots had landed. Emily yelled that we would catch up in a few minutes. I felt from the angle at which my ball had entered the trees that it was not going to be too easy to find. Given my companion, I was not overly upset by this prospect.
Emily was a step or two behind me when she reached out, grabbed my hand, and gave it a gentle pull. This resulted in my spinning back toward her as she stepped forward and tilted her face up toward mine. I needed no encouragement. I leaned down and more than willingly kissed the upturned lips. She was wanton when our lips touched, and as we embraced, her breasts crushed into my chest. Her nipples were so hard that I could readily feel them as they moved across my chest. Our tongues sought and found each other, and I felt my cock getting harder by the second. She pulled in closer to me, and thrust herself against my throbbing cock, rotating her hips sensuously as she did so.
I pulled back from her lips and looked down at her as her hands snaked into my shorts, one seizing my cock, and the other cradling my balls. "I told you I was good at finding balls," she teased.
She undid my belt, unzipped and unbuttoned my shorts, and pulled them down, freeing my straining cock from its imprisonment. She dropped down to her knees, and eagerly pulled my cock into her mouth. Her mouth worked up and down my shaft, her lips and tongue creating maximum stimulation along its full, ten-inch length.
Sensing that I might not last too much longer, she pulled my cock out of her mouth, stood up, and pulled off her own shorts, now completely naked other than her golf shoes. The short-cropped pubic hair matched the auburn color on her head, and I found that to be an incredible turn on. She turned her back to me, bent over and leaned against a tree.
"I have got to have that cock in my cunt."
She wiggled her ass invitingly, and I stepped up behind her to accommodate her request. My cock was sopping wet from her mouth, and I noticed when I placed the head of my cock to her cunt that she was soaking wet with her own cum. I glided into her gently, but soon began to stroke in and out of her with increasing speed and power. On every stroke I threw into her, she backed up hard against me, maximizing my penetration of her cunt.