My husband Rich recently got a promotion at work that required a lot of travel. When he was home he often had to entertain clients on the golf course, leaving me a little frustrated. I decided to surprise him by learning to play golf. I figured we would be able to spend some time together every now and then if I could go on the course with him.
I went to a local golf shop at a nearby mall. I started taking lessons at first with the shops female golf-pro, but after a couple of lessons I was switched to one of the male pros. He was recent college grad and was typical MVP in every sport. He was tall good looking with a tight butt and small waist. I took one lesson from him and noticed he was definitely more "hands on" than my first instructor. He liked to hold my arm and position my shoulders and hips by holding and guiding me. The female instructor had just old me what to do.
On the day of my second lesson with him I went to the mall early in the day to shop. My lesson wasn't for several hours so I was wearing my normal shopping clothes. This included a camisole top, short skirt with a tiny T-back under it. I ran into the pro in the coffee shop and he said I looked like I was dressed for golf. I laughed and said I thought I might change before the lesson started. He told me I was his only appointment that day and if I wanted to start now we could get some extra time in free. I immediately saw a problem here, but my impish sided couldn't resist.
We walked back to the shop together. When we arrived the only other person in the store was the teenage kid that runs the register during the day. The pro told him we were going to start our lesson early and to not bother us. We went back to the golf sim room (for those of you who don't know, golf shops have rooms with computer monitors that watch you golf swing and project the results of your hitting the ball on a screen. This lets you practice inside). We started to set up and he had me pick up all the loose golf balls lying around. I made sure to pick up as many as possible with my back to him and my legs only slightly bent. This was giving him a get view of my almost naked butt. Since I was getting free lessons I thought this might help pay for it. It was also making me a little horny.
He started by standing behind me and showing me how to setup and hold the club. Now this was a little remedial for me, but I said nothing. Then he helped guide my arms on my backswing and suddenly his left hand was on my right breast. I stopped him and asked what was up. He apologized and said he was just trying to help my backswing. I just said O.K. and let it drop. On the next swing there went his left hand to my right breast again. This time I didn't stop him, but asked if that was supposed to help. He told me he was sorry but I should try to focus on my backswing and not his hands. I couldn't believe he used that line, but said nothing. We practiced my backswing several time and each time he found my breast. After a few minutes of this he began to rub and squeeze my breast and my nipples responded by growing and becoming more noticeable.