Jack had just finished his round of golf; it was a Sunday afternoon, the course was quiet, the weather was good, it was unusual. Jack was a new member at the club; he had moved to the area three months ago. He had been made a partner in a local firm of lawyers, he had rented an apartment and joined the golf club.
Jack had been headhunted by the firm where he was now working. He had been an exemplary student; he had attained a Doctor of Law title; he was an asset to the firm he had just joined. He was twenty-six, the world was his oyster. He went to the bar and ordered a steak; he ate out a lot; cooking was not his forte. As he ate his steak, he overheard a couple talking about an upcoming tournament. Jack had got into the National final of this same tournament two years ago. A car manufacturer-sponsored it; it was a team event if Jack played, he needed a partner. After his meal, he went to the noticeboard and entered his name and mobile number. He left the space for his partner's name free. Jack was a scratch golfer; he was taking a chance with his partner but whoever put their name beside Jack's would know that he was a good golfer. Jack also knew that doing this was an excellent way to get his name known around the club.
The following morning Jack got a message, it read, "Hi Jack, my name is Jo. I'm a lady member of our club. My handicap is twenty. I have pencilled my name beside yours for the upcoming Competition. I hit the ball straight and I'm a good putter. I would love to play in this Competition. Is it possible that I could be your partner? I'm free to meet and play golf with you at any time. Regards, Jo."
Jack smiled then replied, "Jo, put your name beside mine in ink, we'll play together. I'm available any day of the week from four in the afternoon. Weekends, at any time. Let's arrange a time when we can meet and play together. Regards, Jack."
They arranged to meet that afternoon at four. Jack worked hard; he was in his office every morning at six-thirty, he kept four secretaries going, he was number one in the practice for issuing fee notes. In Spring, Summer and Autumn, he liked to be on the Golf Course as much as he could, playing cleared his mind, it also gave him exercise and fresh air.
Jack arrived at the course just before four; he then went to the range, there was one lady hitting balls, she was tall, her swing was ok, she was hitting the ball straight. As he got closer, he saw that the lady had enormous tits; the type of bra she was wearing was not helping her golf swing. She was also gripping down on the shaft of the club by two inches; this was also restricting her golf swing. Jack's mother was also tall, a golfer and had massive tits; she wore a sports bra for golf; this helped her golf considerably. Jack asked, "Hi, I'm Jack, are you, Jo?"
"I am Jo; I'm pleased to meet you. Jack, I want to be fair with you, my name is still in pencil. If you have any doubts, then please let me know, I want to be fair with you."
Jack smiled then said, "Jo, as I approached, I saw you hit several balls, you hit them straight and well. Let me sit and watch you hit balls with your different clubs; then I'll have an idea how far you hit them. Then we can play a few holes to see how we play as a team."
There was a bench which Jack sat on as he watched Jo hit the balls. Half an hour later Jack said, "Jo, you have a similar build and figure to my mum, mum has a single figure handicap. Her golf improved dramatically when she started wearing a sports bra when she plays golf. She used to get very tired then she would lose her concentration, they will probably stock them in the Pro Shop."
Jo replied, "Jack, I'm sure you are right, my tits are so big that I sometimes lose my balance as they move as I swing the club. They are also a lot of weight to carry around, after twelve holes, I get very tired. I'll go now to the Pro Shop and see if they have one that fits me."
Jack watched her as she walked away. Jo looked the same age as Jack's mum; their tits were very similar in size. Jack loved big tits. While Jo was away, Jack hit several shots; he didn't spend or need to spend much time practising, over the years he had developed a swing that he could repeat every time he hit a golf ball.
Jo came back; she was smiling, her tits weren't so conspicuous, but were still there and looked big. Jo said, "Jack, they had two in my size, and I bought them both, it feels so comfortable, I can move so freely, and it feels so comfortable, I can't wait to swing with it, I think that I'll play better when I wear it."
Jo hit a dozen balls; she was hitting the ball better; her balance looked better. Then Jack suggested that Jo gripped at the top of the grip rather than two inches down the grip, within half a dozen shots her shot-making had improved, Jo said, "Jack, I've spent fortunes taking lessons, in half an hour you have changed my golf, can we play a few holes, I want to see what I'm like on the course?"
They played six holes; Jack was impressed with how consistent Jo was, she hit every ball straight and long, her putting was terrific, her hand and eye coordination was excellent. As they walked back to the clubhouse, Jack said, "Jo, we've played six holes, we are one under par, write your name in ink when we get back to the clubhouse, we should play as often as possible until the competition, that'll help both of us."
They went back to the clubhouse, Jack put his clubs in the car then met Jo in the bar, she had changed, she wasn't wearing her sports bra, and her tits looked magnificent. Jo said, "It is in ink now, Jack, thank you for giving me that good advice, I was thinking of booking some lessons with the Pro, I won't bother now, I've never hit the ball so well as I did this afternoon, I was looking forward to every shot. When can we practise again?"
Jack told her he was available every weekday from four and any time at the weekend. Jo replied, "I can see you every day at four, I'm free, I played golf when I was younger, my husband didn't play, but I kept my membership up and played when I could. My husband died two years ago, then I had so much free time, I enjoy golf, it gives me something to do and keeps me healthy. My daughter is in America at Harvard doing an MBA; she's another year to do then I don't know what she'll do, she already has a law and accountancy degrees. What do you do, Jack?"
Jack could hardly keep his eyes off Jo's massive tits; she was wearing a push-up bra. Her tits wobbled in their cups when she moved; Jack said, "Jo, you must be very proud of your daughter, being accepted for Harvard is quite an achievement, I'm just a lawyer, trying to help people get some justice in their lives. I work hard, I enjoy playing golf as it gets my mind off things. You don't need lessons, your big tits were a problem, but the sports bra has fixed that, I'm happy to see that you're wearing a normal bra when you're not playing, they look imposing."
Jo smiled as she pushed her tits out, she said, "I'm very proud of Sue, she's a very clever hard-working girl. My husband sat on the board of several huge companies; we still retain substantial shareholdings in these companies, I'm sure Sue will one day be invited on to these companies' boards. Jack, I'm so happy about the sports bra, it works, it holds my tits together, I don't feel the weight of them when I wear that bra, believe me, my tits are heavy. I'm looking forward to the weekend when we can play eighteen holes; I'm sure that I won't be tired. When I'm not playing then I'll wear my lingerie, my tits are the best part of my body. I know that I have a flat stomach and a tight ass, but for my age, my tits are gorgeous. I'm happy that you like big tits when we're not playing golf, I'll wear lingerie that shows them to perfection, would you like that?"
Jack smiled and said, "Jo, I love big tits. When we play golf only wear your sports bra; otherwise, I wouldn't be able to concentrate."
For the rest of the week, they played golf and practised together; they also ate every night in the clubhouse. On Thursday evening, the waitress told them that on Saturday evening there was supper dance in the clubhouse if they wanted to eat on Saturday, then they should book a table as they were running out of space. Jo, was keen on this, she booked a table in her name, then said, "Jack, have I been a little forward, I love to dance, I'd love you to be my partner on Saturday night, is that ok with you?"
Jack replied, "I've no problem with that at all. I should maybe get a taxi to get me home on Saturday night as I never drink and drive."
Jo answered, "Jack, we will play golf on Saturday during the day. On Saturday evening, you come to my house for a drink before we go to the Golf Club. I'm only a two-minute walk to the clubhouse. After the dance, you can get a taxi, and I'll pick you up on Sunday morning then you'll have your car back."
