I will tell you a very well known secret. I. Hate. Golf.
There is nothing I enjoy about it. It's a stupid game and I am terrible at it. Yet, every year, as thanks for my work on the church auction, I receive a pair of passes to one of the local golf courses for me and a guest. My husband refuses to go with me because he hates the way I complain as he is an avid golfer. So, once a year, I have to dust off my clubs and try to find someone to go with me.
This year it was my BGF (Best Gay Friend) Brian. Had I known what a good golfer he was, I would have picked someone else. But on the plus side, Brian is one of the most open minded and funny people I know, he has also often played the part of my "Husband" when I go out cruising for men to have sex with. I enjoy the security of having someone keeping me safe, and he enjoys watching well built studs fuck me. Some times I even "make" him blow the guys after they fuck me to get them ready for more.
We went out on a cloudy Monday morning and were just about the only people on the course that day. We got a cart and started out on the first hole. He "Birdied" the short par 4 and I took 5 shots to reach the green. His heckling was not helping.
By the fifth hole, the betting started. The first was, "You make this hole in ten or less, or you have to take off your bra for the rest of the round." I didn't. Having my large breasts swinging loose under my top did nothing to help my game. The next was make it in ten or play the next hole topless. Lost that one too. I was nervous as hell playing out there with no top, but managed to finish the hole before the beer cart came along. Pretty sure the old lady would have called the cops on me.
I made a bet with him on the next hole that he couldn't drive his ball over the water hazard and if he didn't, he had to play the rest of the hole with his dick hanging out of his pants. I won and he made a show of pulling his dick out and stroking it a few times so he was nice and erect. He is always a showman.
We made sure to keep it clean as we made the turn, but after that it was me playing 11 nude and him playing 12 with no pants. By 13 we were out of beer and had already smoked the two joints he brought with him. As we finished the hole we saw another cart coming up behind us. We knew that there wasn't anyone that saw us earlier, so we waited and would let them play through. As the cart pulled up the man that was driving it waved to us. "Sorry to interrupt your round, but your car is blocking the service drive and we are expecting a delivery soon." Brian asked if someone else could move it if he gave them the keys and the man said it was a liability to let an employee move a guests car.
As we were getting ready to end for the day Brian suggested that I just play the next hole without him and he would have the guy run him back after he moved the car, the man agreed and was about to leave when he suggested that instead, Brian just take his cart there and back and he would stay with me until he returned. Brian agreed and took off in the other cart as I had the man drive me to the next tee.
I made a feeble attempt to drive the ball from the women's tee and swore as it skipped along the ground about twenty yards. The man was trying hard to suppress his laughter as I walked back to the cart. "I'd take a mulligan on that one if I were you." I just told him that it wouldn't help and he told me I was "Addressing the ball wrong." I asked what he meant and he told me to tee up another ball and he would show me.
As I stood there he used his foot to push mine into place and stepped up behind me and put his hands over mine. "See, look at your feet, that's how you should be facing the ball when you swing." My nipples got hard as I felt the warmth of his breath on my neck as he talked. I was felling pretty relaxed so I took his left hand in my right and moved it off mine and onto my breast. He instantly moved his other hand to my breasts and began rolling them in his hands until he found me nipples and pinched them through my thin top. I moaned softly and pushed my hips back against him. He didn't need much convincing, he told me to get back in the cart and he would take me to the service road into the wood next to the fairway.