Just a quick little ditty, based on an actual event. The usual disclaimers apply. All characters are over 18. Characters are based on real people, events have been fictionalized. Names have been changed to protect privacy.
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A Hole In One...
I'm a retired guy and I play some golf. I don't play very well, so I tend to just go out by myself and try to work on my game. I live in a retirement community on a golf course in Arizona, so it's convenient to play when I want.
One October on a beautiful Saturday afternoon, I got a tee time and had nobody playing behind me, but a threesome playing in front of me. I played slow and took my time so as to not have to wait at the tee boxes.
Unfortunately, the threesome ahead of me had all sorts of problems, so I wound up doing a lot of waiting. They were a couple and another lady. The lady offered to let me join up with them, but I declined, saying I was a bad golfer and would only slow them down.
She smiled an inviting smile and laughed, "I don't see how."
I smiled, and laughed back, but still declined.
She was a petite lady, perhaps 5'1" or so, with a nice figure, toned legs, curvy, highlighted by a very substantial set of breasts. She looked like she kept herself in shape. Her hips were nicely proportioned, but her chest could not be missed. I guessed she was about the same age as me, both of us in our early 60's.
She said, "Ok, I understand. By the way, my name is Donna." and waved to me.
I smiled my best bright smile and said, "I'm Bob. Pleased to meet you, Donna!"
We crawled along the course until about the 15th hole. At that point, the two others Donna was playing with decided to quit and headed home.
I had come up behind Donna, in her cart while she was talking on her phone. I politely waited, as she was ahead of me and should have played ahead.
She finished her phone call, turned to me and said, "Ok, Bob, it's just you and me for the next three holes. Let's just play together and enjoy the rest of the round."
I thought about it and decided, "What the heck, let's do it. No judgment here"
Donna smiled and said, "None here. Let's just enjoy.
I played pretty well for those three holes, hitting good tee shots and playing my irons well. My short game was not great.
Donna played about as well as me, except her short game was a little better.
We engaged in a lot of golf banter, and just some easy conversation. She was a delightful woman, bubbly and cheerful, and intelligent.
I got up onto the green on the last hole and just could not get there. I was frustrated and remarked under my breath, so I thought, "Shit, maybe if there was some hair around it, I'd be able to get in."
Donna heard me and burst out laughing. "Oh my god, Bob, that's a phrase I haven't heard in a long time!" She continued laughing for a bit.
Embarrassed, I tried to apologize, "Oh, Donna, I'm so sorry! That was so inappropriate of me. I don't usually play golf with women, and it just spilled out from my frustration."
Donna smiled and said, "Oh, please, we're both adults and have heard all this before. I found it very funny, and to be honest, a bit of a turn-on."
She looked me in the eyes and held me there.
It was only then I noticed she had some beautiful piercing blue eyes. Turns out, I had similar piercing blue eyes. We stood there transfixed for a moment, taking in the view, as it were.
I spoke first and said, "Donna, forgive me, but you have the best eyes! So beautifully blue!"
I could see her blush slightly and them she returned the comment, "Well, Bob, in case nobody's told you recently, so do you."
Now it was my turn to blush.
We both sunk our putts and I reached down to retrieve both balls from the hole. I looked at them and handed Donna's to her.
She grabbed my hand and clasped around both balls and said, "Thank you for letting me hold your balls." with a sly smile, and an obvious bat of her lashes.
I quipped, "These aren't the ones you really want to hold." and looked deep into her eyes.
Donna gasped with a smile. I could tell she was a bit excited, seeing her large nipples harden under her thin golf shirt.
I then asked, "How about a beer at the clubhouse?"
Donna smiled demurely and countered, "How about we go to my place and have some drinks and appies there? I have a well-stocked bar and a freezer full of munchies that I can heat up quickly."
I thought to myself, yeah, it's heating up quickly here. "Sure, I'd love that."
Donna then said, "I hate to ask this, but I have a leak in my bathroom. Are you handy?"
Taking this at face value, I said, "I'm good with my hands. I'm sure I can fix your leak."
Donna smiled broadly. "That would be great. It's been a problem for months and It would be great if you could help me out. I hate to hire contractors."
I eagerly said, "No worries. I'll take care of your leak, and if you have any other things that need attention, I'd be happy to help."
Donna was smiling ear-to-ear. "Perfect. Follow me in your cart and we can get a drink and you can help with my leaks."
We arrived at her house and went inside. It was nicely decorated, certainly a women's touch at work.
Donna closed and locked the door and then said, "Let me get you a drink. Wine, Beer, something else?"
I smiled and asked, "Do you have any scotch?"
She smiled and said, "Glenfiddich 12 is all I have."
I said, "Perfect! How did you know I was a single-malt guy?"
She smiled coyly and said, "A girl knows."
Donna poured me two fingers of scotch neat.
I thanked her and waited for her to pour herself something.
She filled a wine glass with a healthy pour of a nice cabernet.
We clinked glasses and sipped our drinks.
I asked, "Ok, where is this problematic leak?'
She put her drink down and said, "Oh, it's here in my master bedroom."
I followed her in and found the bathroom, looking under the sink.
Donna spoke up, "The leak isn't there, Bob."
I said, "Oh, ok, where?"
She said, in a sultry voice, "Right here, sweetie."
As I was looking around under the sink, Donna had removed her skirt, shirt, and bra and spread her legs apart as she leaned up against the wall behind me.
I turned around and was facing into her rather large breasts and drenched pussy that was leaking through her panties. Said panties weren't much of a barrier as they were a sheer thong.