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."
