Both in our mid forties I decided that I should have another interest away from my job and motorcycles and a friend suggested golf. This I did spending countless hours at the driving range just self-learning how to actually hit a ball something like straight. This eventually led to me actually playing a course with my friend and it turns out that I was quite good at it too. I got home quite excited and told Carry my beautiful wife that I had broken what golfers call the 100 on my first day...99 but I broke the hundred. She was quite excited for me too and asked if she could learn so that we have a shared interest and this I agreed to readily, so the process started all over again but with Carry. She got quite competent herself and we played for weeks at the same quiet little course so as not to hold up any serious players or make fools of ourselves amongst low scorers ... oh and it was cheap too. There were never many people at this course due to it being not as good as most but this suited us, we could relax and take our time getting used to playing the game, those that were there though were mostly older, always very friendly and supportive of new players, they would always say hello to us when we got close to them on the course, Carry is a very good looking woman with a medium to slim build and always sexy whatever she's wearing. About 5'7 with brunette hair and a lovely pair if tits....not big but ample.
One particular spring day we turned up expecting it to be crowded and were both very surprised to find only five cars parked, we got our stuff ready and headed out to the first tee both of us in the mood to play our best ever game as always, these feelings had disappeared totally by the 5th green and I was feeling almost suicidal. I teed off and managed only about 50 yards then it was Carry's turn, she put all her concentration on the ball, swung and it went about 20 feet, I was about to suggest we go home when we heard a man's voice
"Uh oh," with a bit of a giggle "is someone having a bad day?"
I turned to see a guy that had walked across from the other fairway, he was in his early sixties wearing the normal designer gear along with a hat but actually had a very young look about him, he had strong facial features and a bit of a swagger in his walk, you had to be close to realise his true age.
"We're both having a shit of a round." I replied and giggled myself.
"Maybe I can give you a few pointers, especially your lovely lady here as I just saw her tee shot." he said.
"We'll take any help we can get today." was my reply to that one.
"I'm Ron by the way." he held out his hand and I shook it introducing Carry...
"And I'm Steve," I said.
"Ok then Steve there is nobody else chasing behind you so take your shot again and let me see," Ron suggested.
I took another ball from the bag and teed off again this time achieving over 100 yards "well it wasn't a bad hit" he said "but do another and this time set the ball higher on the tee just a few millimetres" which I did this time reaching 180 yards
"Wow that's lots better," I squealed in excitement "it felt real good now if you can do the same for Carry it would be marvellous."
"Ok Carry let me see you hit it." he said as he walked up onto the raised tee mound to stand closer.
Carry placed the ball on the tee but just as she was about to hit it he stopped her.
"Who taught you your grip and stance?" he asked
"Steve." she informed him.
"Ok well its not right so let me see if I can help." he said as he took the driver from her and ,meticulously explained every aspect of the shot he was setting up before giving her the club back.
Carry attempted to do what she'd just been told but still wasn't standing right.
"Steve do you mind if I help her to position?" Ron asked "It may be easier."
"You carry on Ron if it helps." I said not quite realising what he meant.
Ron got in close behind Carry with his arms running parallel to hers and the rest of his body pressing in close behind her even his legs following the contours of hers, after what seemed like ages Carry had a smile on her face that I hadn't worked out and there was a glint in Ron's eye as he went through all the stages of the stroke and final position.
I remember thinking at that time "I wished some woman would let me do that to her after 10 minutes of knowing her."
But then my brain returned and I knew this guy was only trying to help, finally he stepped back and Carry took the shot 100 yards plus
"That's much better," she said . "Good," he said "and do you feel ok about everything?"
"Absolutely fine Ron," Carry answered.
