The Golf Club Freebie Ch 01

Disclaimer: All characters, places, names, companies etc. are fictitious.

So please don't presume you think you know who I am writing about because they don't exist.

A reasonably short piece of background info, just to set the scene, for the 3 chapters.

Chapter One.

My mother and father have recently retired at the age of 50, and left my older brother, as he likes to remind me, to run the family business. My name is Rob I am 25 years old and my older brother Dave by the massive amount of 6 minutes, is also 25. You got it we are twins, but nothing like each other.

I am the short slightly tubby one and he is the 4 inch taller 6ft sporty version. He plays most sports and is annoyingly quite good at all of them. I do try hard but the only one I can beat him at every time, is golf. He plays off 10 and I play off 6, its his short game that lets him down every time much to his annoyance.

The firm is called Dawson Luxury Home and Motorhome Rentals, we specialise in luxury holiday home rentals in the South of England. At present we run fifty 4, 5 and 6 bedroom houses, all with heated indoor pools, fifty four lodges in sixteen different holiday parks or on golf courses. They are all 4 bedroom with hot tubs or private pools. We also have a fleet of thirty mobile homes 4, 5 or 6 berth models to rent out.

The minimum rental we do for all our properties is 3 days, at present we don't limit the length of hire periods, but the most we have done is for 3 months.

Dave and I have been working in the company from before we left school. Dad made us start at the bottom and I mean that. Our first job was cleaning the mobile homes to be ready for use, if it wasn't perfect we didn't get paid. That's how it was with his dad and it worked for him, so we had no choice.

Moving on from there, we learned how to maintain them and get small repairs done, like removing scratches from the paintwork. He always wanted them to go out looking like new.

To be honest that wasn't so hard the oldest one we have is only 3 years old. Over the years it had become the norm, sell the oldest one and buy a new one each year. It was the same with the lodges, but the oldest of them was 5 years old. The houses it was a different story, if one came up in a good area and we had the funds to buy it, it was added to the portfolio.

Next we moved onto inspection, this was mums job, every place has to be inspected at least 4 times a year. that's 416 visits a year. On top of that, if there are any problems highlighted by the cleaning service that warranted a visit, you went to see it. It is definitely enough to keep you busy, for 4 days a week and sometimes 5 or 6.

The mobiles homes are inspected at the yard but we don't look after that. The hardest part was the mileage you had to do, out early in the morning and back late afternoon, or early evening.

The schedule for that took some working out, getting there after clients had left, the cleaning crew had been in, or were still in and before the new clients arrived. Meant you could only do maybe 2 or 3 a day sometimes. Then it was back to work, write up the report, arrange any repairs and so on. If there was any damage in the lodges, check if the on site manager had recorded it and done the claims forms etc.

The house were more difficult but the prices we charged generally meant, no damage and no one trying to get out of paying for any damages. The £1000 pound a week refundable deposit was only returned after the inspection had been done.

Lastly we did the easiest part of the job, working in the office running the rentals side. Chasing the contractors we employed for property maintenance reports and keeping on top of advertising etc. Maintaining the website and updating the computers.

So when they retired to the South of France, my brother and I ran the company, which we have been doing for the last maybe 2 and a half years, under their supervision. It was pretty much non stop,

Dave had been doing the inspections and I had been running the rest. Now it was my turn for the operations side and because we had changed the way it was done, As I moved out of the UK family home Dave moved in.

For three months Dave had been living with his girlfriend out of a 6 berth mobile home, which we had kept instead of selling. Instead of going out early each day and coming back he stayed out, worked for maybe 5 or 6 hours a day then enjoyed himself for the rest of the day. The reports were done and sent through over the internet and the job had worked great.

He got time off with Sandy and now it was my turn, the only difference was I didn't have a girlfriend, I was on the road on my own.

We had been smart a lot of our houses were taken on Long weekend rentals, so, our inspections were done Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. The lodges were mostly done on a weekly basis. Arrive and leave on a Saturday so that was inspection day. That gave us Monday, Friday and Sunday off a good workable system, apart from a few hiccups it worked bloody well according to Dave, now it was my turn to travel around in van for 3 months.

I liked this life, golf when I fancied it, lazing around in the sun. I even started to get a bit thinner, losing my beer belly. So when my brothers asked if I could do the next three months as well I jumped at the idea. Then his girlfriend who had moved in with him got pregnant, so I got the next three months as well.

It was going so well, we stuck with the arrangement, I became a roving rep for the company, even checking out the possible opportunities in new set ups.

I had set up a base fairly central to our operations, it was at a golf club where one of our lodges was across the road from the golf club. I had been playing there on average 3 times a week for the past seven months. They let me leave my van away from the main car park at the back of the clubhouse. Usually for 3 nights a week, the rest of the time I was travelling around. I could have used the lodge when it was empty but then it have had to be cleaned so I stayed in the van.

There was a private do going on in the clubhouse, some business management consortium function. So I gate crashed it, nobody would know there had to be around 70 people mostly older women. To cut a long story short, I met a woman in her late forties, maybe early fifties who was having a whale of a time. She grabbed me and said "you have to dance with me."

I had been trying to keep a bit of a low profile and had got myself at the end of the bar and was on my second pint of free lager. I had been chatting to Barry the barman who had called me a cheeky sod for sneaking in, but we had a good laugh about it. Especially when I told him "to get one for himself," when I had ordered my second pint, it was a free bar.

Anyway, I ended up dancing with Margo for about half an hour, she was actually good company and we got on quite well. Then the slow ones came on, it soon became obvious to me she was up for a bit of fun. Mainly because she had her tits pressed tight into my chest and asked me "if I liked what I could feel."

Single guy, older lady up for a bit, of course I said "yes."

We ended up in one of the disabled loos, no time for a blowjob I thought, but she insisted, I was bloody glad she did, damn she was good. Then I returned the compliment I just had too, a very cute fanny with large labia lips which she enjoyed me sucking on. I thought that would be it but she had other ideas, she put the toilet lid down and told me to sit on it, then she sat on my cock and started to ride me, she came first but I carried on right through her climax and shot my second load right up her cunt.

We got out the the loo without being seen and she headed back to her friends and I went to my place at the end of the bar and reclaimed my pint. Barry gave me a knowing look and topped up my pint to freshen it up, one more after that and then as I got up to leave Margo came back.

"Oh good, you are still here fancy carrying on where we left off, or do you have a home and someone to go home to."

She took me to one of the lodges on the course, luckily not across the road to ours. She would have seen our brochure, which if you read it, has pictures of me and my brother Dave. I didn't need her finding out who I was, and spreading it around I had gate crashed a do and was helping myself to free booze. The bloody English tabloids would have a field day, I could see the headlines "Luxury Holiday Home millionaire owner Rob Dawson gate crashes private party with a free bar."

No mention of a coffee or a night cap, as soon as we were through the door, it was down to business. I was up for giving this lady the fuck of her life, but she took over. Just as she had done in the loo, trousers round my ankles boxers to my knees and her mouth was on my cock, then it was down her throat and my balls were on her chin. No gagging nothing, she was sliding it in and out of her mouth, clearly enjoying herself. I would have liked to be on the bed, or at least close to something I could hang onto, not in the middle of the room. If I tried to move I would have fallen over, I was trying to get my shoes off, when she thankfully came up for air and dragged me over to the bed.

Off came her dress and it revealed one very well looked after body, not big tits but big enough. She had a black push up bra on with red lace on the edges, it matched the knickers I had removed earlier in the loo. Trousers off shirt off, I got on the bed and took her down with me, undoing her bra as we laid down. She started to kiss me tenderly as I took her right tit in my hand a played with her stiff nipple. From her mouth to her neck and down to her tits taking my time little kisses all over her upper body. When I got to her tits my hand went down to her knickers and removed them again. I could feel those lovely lips part as I opened her legs a bit more. Then I plunged two fingers into her quite hard and frigged her. My next move was to get her clit in my mouth whilst still fingering her cunt, she was soaking now and I had three fingers in her fanny. The little bud had come out to play and my tongue was dancing all over it, when she clamped my head between her legs and she came again. Quicker than I wanted as I was enjoying eating her fanny. I was hoping that wasn't going to be it and luckily I was right. She wanted me in her now, so I climbed aboard and stuck my prick in her wet cunt and slowly started to fuck her, I had got what I thought was a nice rhythm going when yet again took over. I was on my back in a flash I didn't even slip out, she was sat on my prick, grinding her cunt against me, I was mesmerised watching her tits wobble as she started to bounce on my cock. She really knew how to fuck a guy, her cunt kept squeezing my prick when stopped and looked at me. She pulled my hands to her tits and started to fuck me hard, then she flipped me over back into the missionary position and ordered me to fuck her as hard as I could. Who was I to argue, my balls were slapping into her arse when she came and I exploded in her moments after. I was spent and we laid holding each other and fell asleep.

When I woke up I could hear the shower going, I was tempted to join her but she came out moments later dressed in a towel.

"Morning lover, your turn I need to out in less than an hour, my ride will be here and you need to be gone before he turns up."

I got up and got dressed whilst she told me, "this was a one off and it would be very unlikely we would ever meet again," but I thanked her for a lovely night, I kissed her, said "goodbye Margo Drake it was a pleasure, "and left to go back to my van.

Whilst walking back I was thinking what a great day yesterday was, the visit to the new park had gone well. A decent nine holes of golf and the highlight of the day, an out of the blue sex session with Margo the nympho, thankfully not in my lodge opposite the course, or in my van, which to be honest needed a good clean. A quick shower and a coffee and I was on my way to my first appointment of the day.

I got back fairly late and the club pro had a bit of bad news, some members with influence had complained about me, parking my van and using the facilities without being a member. No problem I said, "I will just join the club," but there was a problem the membership was closed.

"Fine" I said "it looks like it is time to move on, maybe you should inform them that I will now be looking elsewhere for placing our next luxury lodge." A bit petty I know but that was how I felt. So I didn't hang around, I got back in the van and drove off in the direction of my next appointment, there was a site a couple of miles from there for motorhomes, fingers crossed they had space.

I arrived about 9pm and the site was full, they told me there was a place the surfers used about 14 miles up the coast, it wasn't an official site, but I could park up there for free, there was always room. I didn't get that far I saw a lay by a couple of miles down the road and stopped in there for the night. Not something I usually did but needs must, a bit of searching on the internet and I found a site on the coast only 3 miles from the visit I had set up for 2 days time. I booked in online for 4 nights 2 days business and 2 days off.

As it turned out, the site was a good one, not as good as the golf club for access to the motorways,but in a decent spot for the next 4 days, which extended into two weeks, then a month all because I met a girl in a cafe in the town.

continued in Chapter 2