He put his clubs in the trunk and traded his golf shoes for the more comfortable sneakers and went into the clubhouse. He always enjoyed the few minutes of talking with Karen while drinking his soda and adding up his score card. But it wasn't Karen behind the counter. Karen was an attractive young lady with an engaging smile and a really nice, easy to talk to personality. He had thought once or twice about asking her out. It had gotten really lonely in the three years since his wife had left him to move in with her girlfriend. But he had no illusions about young ladies wanting to spend their free time with guys old enough to be their grandfather!
But it wasn't Karen behind the counter! As attractive as Karen was, she didn't even compare to the vision smiling at him as he walked in! She was tall and slender with red hair pulled back into a ponytail that reached her shoulders. She had big green eyes that were smiling almost as much as her soft red mouth. The bridge of freckles across her nose added to her stunning good looks. And while Karen usually wore a very loose sweatshirt, this young goddess wore a snug tee shirt, emphasizing her incredible B cup tits!
He smiled as he walked to the self serve soda machine. She was talking to a guy in his mid forties, or rather he was talking to her. She appeared to be listening not because she wanted to, but because there was no escape. From the soda machine he could see what the counter had hidden when he walked in. She wore snug fitting slacks over long, slender legs that went from the floor up to a great ass!
The guy stopped talking and stepped aside just far enough for him to pay for his soft drink.
"Hi, will there be anything else?"
"No, thanks, this will be all."
"That'll be $2.25."
"Did Karen take off early?"
"No, she gets off at 2:00, I'm the new girl."
"Nice to meet you, new girl!" He handed her three ones and put the change she gave him in her tip jar. When he left the guy was still talking to her and she was still smiling what was very obviously a painted on smile! He mentally wished the guy good luck, and then, just as quick, took it back! He hoped she wouldn't have to put up with the blatant hits for too long!
The next time he played, several days later, she was there again. Karen had been there when he went out, but the new girl was there when he came in. And there was no one hitting on her!
"Hi, how are you doing, today?"
"Great! Did you have a good round?"
"Yes, thank you, I did!" He went to the soda machine and got his soft drink.
"Will there be anything else?"
"No, this is all."
"That's $2.25."
He handed her the three ones. "You know, 'new girl' is only good for one time. Then you need a real name!"
She laughed. "Angie."
"Nice to meet you, Angie! I'm old guy! But that only works once, too. Then I'm Bob."
She laughed again. He really liked that laugh. He hoped he could find ways to hear it every time he came out!
It was the fourth or fifth time he'd seen her that he noticed the wedding ring. He was usually very observant of those kind of details, so he wondered if it was a recent thing, or if he'd been so infatuated with her face, hair and tits that he hadn't looked at her hands! It was on the way home that it registered that the ring was a very narrow plain gold band, more like a keepsake from a grandmother than what a young man would give a 19 or 20 year old sweetheart!
He was back on the course a few days later. It was one of his better rounds, only three over par. Angie was waiting behind the counter in the clubhouse. He got his soft drink and paid the $2.25. As he was putting Angie's tip in her jar he noticed the ring again.
"I hope you don't think I'm some kind of nutcase, but I noticed your wedding ring a few days ago. I kinda wondered, is it real, or is it an effort to keep the old men from hitting on you?"
She laughed that laugh! "You're close! It's really the middle aged ones I wanted to shut down! The younger ones will usually come right out and ask you out. And if you say no, they accept it and move on. But the middle aged guys want to spend an hour or more trying to convince you that they are the most exciting thing that ever walked into your life. And they're so over sexed that their wives can't possibly satisfy them and finally they want to know what time you get off or what's your next day off. And they just can't believe you aren't interested, especially if you're single, because you must be horny as hell and they are the solution! They are the ones I want to discourage!"
It was his turn to laugh. "Yeah, like the guy who was here the first time I saw you!"
"Right! He just couldn't believe I didn't want to meet him after work!"
"I believe it! And I guess the old guys are another issue, aren't they?"
"No, believe it or not. For one thing they're usually more real. They don't assume that a girl will hop into the sack with them just because they smile at her! I really prefer older men! They treat a girl a lot nicer and, well I just like them better!"
"Really! So if I did ask you out you might go?"
"Are you?"
"Am I β"
"Asking me out?"
She'd caught him completely off balance! Daydreams aside, he'd never expected her to be willing to go out with him!