I am not a writer, far from it. Except for the names and places, the stories you read are for the most part true. Still they are not biographies. Artistic license has been taken to enhance or in some cases minimize the events described. All sexual situations were between consensual adults within the framework of their story.
This is the ninth of now twelve interviews I have worked on over the last four years.
Most of these stories cover several years. I will try to keep the chapters short. I suggest you save one for reference. None of the stories are mine, any personal friend, or relative.
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I know nothing about golf, in fact the only time I have actually been on the course itself was when Donald and I first started to have marriage trouble. I purposely took him to the course late one afternoon so he could teach me.
I loved the course with both trees and wide open spaces. Donald had little patience to teach me so I soon got bored. With few others playing it wasn't long before I found the perfect spot and disrobed.
I tried to get Donald to fuck me but he couldn't keep an erection long enough as he kept getting worried someone would see us. I on the other hand was beyond excited hoping someone would. He did get a half ass blow job. As for me my back and ass itched from the grass until I got home and showered.
I'm not sure how long they will play today. I guess it will depend on how they do as a group. Winning determines how many rounds they play. If all goes well they will still be playing Sunday. Lose too many and we will be heading home Friday or Saturday.
There is a light on the phone flashing, apparently there is a message for me. Hopefully it's Poole.
I listen to the message only to find a package had arrived with my name on it. I head down to the lobby and retrieve it. On the large stuffed envelope it says 'Thursday'.
Confused I open it up to find a note from Lela explaining I have work to do. Inside are resumes. I chuckle to myself and after breakfast throw on a one piece swim suit and head down to the pool to study.
People looked at me like I was crazy working at the pool, for me it was natural, I do it every day. It was just after eleven thirty when a shadow cast over me.
"Would you care to join me for lunch?" Misty asked.
'Seriously?" I gulped.
She was dressed in a bikini I swore Tina custom made for her. It covered everything and nothing. The fact it formed like a second skin was downright amazing.
"My treat." Misty smiled.
"You sure... I mean after last night..."
"Jane, it's ok, really." Misty smiled widely. "Leave your work at the desk and take a break. I promise you'll have the afternoon to finish."
Something about the way she said it made me think she was right. I put the documents back in the envelope and dropped it off at the desk for safe keeping. When we walked past the restaurant to the elevators I got nervous.
"I thought we were having lunch?" I asked as the doors opened.
"We are, in my room. It has a nice view and fewer distractions." Misty smiled.
She took my hand and led me in the elevator and held it the whole way to her room. It was a suite, bigger than my room but outfitted the same. From her balcony you could see the golf course and the pool.
Misty called room service and asked that lunch be sent up. After hanging up she walked over and sat on the couch near the balcony.
"Come sit with me." Misty motioned to the other end of the couch.
I moved instead to the large overstuffed chair opposite her.
"Suit yourself." She smiled removing her wrap.
I removed mine as well letting her know I wasn't intimidated.
"So, you're Poole's slut?" Misty blurted out.
"And you're not?" I snapped back.
"No Jane, I'm not." Misty replied unabashedly. "Not that I wouldn't want to be."
"What do you mean?" I asked confused.
"I'm not his type of woman he says." Misty explained a bit sadly.
"But you're absolutely beautiful...I mean look at you!" I almost shouted.
"Nature has been good to me, I'll admit." Misty blushed. "Still there's more than looks."
"Yet you were riding his cock." I reminded her.
"Yeah. Can't deny that." Misty smiled as if she was remembering that moment. "Can you blame me?"
"No." I admitted truthfully.
Just then there as a knock on the door. Misty quickly stood and went to answer it.
"Over on the coffee table please." Misty led the young man to the table in front of the couch.
He looked at me in my one piece suit quickly scanning my body as I'm sure he did hers as she walked in front of him. Misty signed for the delivery and walked the young man back to the door.
"Thanks, that will be all." Misty said before closing the door.
"That was fast." I noted as she sauntered back to join me.
When she walked back she stopped beside me. Reaching her hand out Misty took mine and stood me up.
"Won't you join me on the couch?" Misty asked seductively.
"I think I better stay on the chair, I'm not sure I trust you." I said honestly.
"Very well the chair it is." Misty flopped down pulling me on her lap.
"Hey!" I protested as her arms wrapped around my waist. "What are you doing?"
"Saving time." Misty pulled me tighter. "This way I don't have to subtly move closer on the couch."
"Let me go." I struggled feebly.
"I have a better Idea." Misty held me with one arm and pulled the coffee table to the chair we shared. "Lunch is served."
Misty picked up a chocolate covered strawberry and held it to my lips. I stopped struggling and looked her right in the eyes.
"Jane, it will only happen if you want it to." Misty said as if reading my mind.
I knew the moment she stood over me at the pool this might happen. Maybe part of me wanted it to, maybe ...I just didn't trust myself. As Misty held the fruit for me to bite I felt I could trust her. I leaned in and sunk my teeth into the succulent fruit. Misty bit the remainder off the stem.
"Do you always start with desert?" I whispered.
"Oh Jane, that wasn't desert." Misty leaned in and kissed me softly. "You are."
Misty wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in for an even more passionate kiss. I couldn't believe I was in the arms of this goddess and she just told me I was the object of her desire. Pulling one strap of my suit over my shoulder Misty rubbed another strawberry around my areola coating it with chocolate and juice. Her lips tugged at my nipple as she squeezed the base.
I found myself wanting this more and more. I reached behind and untied the back of Misty's top. This emboldened her even further.
"Come with me." Misty cooed.
Kissing me once again she started to move me off her lap.
"What about lunch?" I asked stupidly.
"I've thought about what you said and decided to start with desert." Misty led me to the bedroom side of the suite her top no longer with us.
I don't ever remember trembling this much as she helped me off with my suit. I returned the favor and pulled down the bottoms of hers.
There was no awkwardness at this point. We both knew why we were here and what we were about to do. The only decision was how to start off. I gave myself to Misty continuing to let her take charge. She pulled the covers off the bed in one swift motion and moved me in place.
Misty wasted no time in moving between my legs. With her hands under my ass she lifted my pussy up to her talented tongue.
"Tina told me you were delicious." Misty swooned as she lavished me with attention.
My head was spinning as she admitted to knowing Tina. It would be like Poole to not keep Misty a secret, but Tina and she actually talked as well?
"Do you and Tina..." I dared to ask as Misty teased my clit.
"Only once, now just relax and enjoy this." Misty dove back in.
It was nice, damn nice I have to admit, but not special. Misty turned me on then turned me inside out. I squirmed and wiggled until her expertise drove me over the edge. My orgasm was solid and fulfilling, just not special. When I recovered I returned the favor.
"You don't have to do this." Misty held my face in her hands before I worked my way down her body.
"If you're starting with dessert so am I." I squeezed her massive tits.
I slid under Misty and let the weight of her breasts settle over my mouth. I licked and tugged at the nipples as I liked but Misty had other needs. Her tits are huge but my guess not sensitive like mine.
Her plump lips were perspiring with excitement. I tasted her passion straight from the source this time and it was just as delicious as last night coating Poole's cock. I grazed her clit as I plunged between her inner folds. Misty moaned and ground down firmly.
"Lick that pussy slut!" Misty barked.
She then pulled up and hovered over me her pussy just out of reach. Her eyes met mine, I could see she thought she had hurt my feelings.
"It's ok this time, now just relax and enjoy this." I repeated her words from earlier.
When I smiled Misty smothered my mouth again. I gripped her thighs and guided Misty on a short but satisfying journey. It was nice, damn nice I have to admit, but not special.
The kisses were. The cuddling was great.
"What about lunch?" I asked my stomach grumbling.
"Stay here." Misty said as she jumped from the bed and running into the other room.
Her tits bounced and swayed just like my daughter Cody's do. Carrying the tray Misty placed it on the bed and moved beside me again. We ate lunch with me using her tits as a pillow. We talked about Tina, about Poole and finally about me.
"Will I see you again?" Misty asked as I slipped myself back in my swim suit.
"I would like that." I looked at her and smiled.
"But not enough to stay?" Misty gave me a vulnerable look.
I leaned in and kissed her softly.
"What we shared was beautiful..." I smiled again.
"But..." Misty trailed off.
"My place is elsewhere?" I admitted.
"With your husband?" Misty asked bluntly.
"Maybe." I replied a bit offended.
"That's bullshit and you know it." Misty sat up pointing her finger at me. "You're in love with Poole just admit it."
