Fore and foreplay
This is a true story.
A few years ago, when I was 38, I was visiting some friends
in South Florida. We usually got together once a year for
a golf marathon--as many holes as we could cram into a three
or four-day weekend.
Well, on this particular day, I decided to play alone. I
grabbed my bag and decided to walk 18. About three holes
into my round --the course wasn't very crowded--I bumped
into an older couple, Fran and Jack. Jack was in his late
50s and Fran was around 52. He was tall and slender. She was
petite, with a bit of pudge, but still very pretty. They
politely asked me to join them or play through. I decided
I'd play with them. Fran was a pretty good player, though
she didn't hit the ball to far. Jack was long, but all over
the place.
As I was standing near the tee, I noticed Fran would often
bend over to tee her ball. She wore a very short skirt and
some white cotton panties. At first, I tried not to notice,
or at least appear to stare.
As we marched up the fairway, Jack usually jumped out and
started heading toward the woods for his ball. Fran, after
hitting, would then pull the cart up next to my ball, stop,
spin around and open her legs very wide. I couldn't help
but notice a few reddish hairs sticking out the side of her
panties. On the green, she'd make it a point to bend over
in front of me to pickup or mark her ball.
Jack seemed unaware
of this. I certainly wasn't.
The moment we made the turn, Jack went in for a drink. Fran
and I sat outside talking. Then she mentioned she had to
go to the ladies room.
At the 10th tee, I noticed, to my pleaseant surprise, Fran
had taken off the panties. As Jack was teeing off, I looked
over at the cart to see her sitting there with her legs slightly
open, a smile on her face.
As we made it up the fairway, Jack decided he wanted to walk
a bit. Fran asked me if I'd like to ride in the car with her,
since I had been walking most of the day. I said yes. As she
trailed behind Jack, who was headed for the woods again,
Fran took my hand and place it between her legs. God, was
she wet. Go ahead, '' she said. slip a finger in.
I did. God, my heart was racing so fast.
Now, '' she said. Lick them for me.
I couldn't help myself. This went on for the entire hole,
with both of us careful not to arouse Jack, who was lost in
breaking 100. On the next hole, Fran hit her ball over near
a wooded area, on the complete opposite side of the course.
We rode over to get it. The moment we got to the wooded area,
Fran took my head and rammed it between her legs. I licked
as hard and fast as I could, figgering I only had a minute
or two. God, she tasted so sweet and salty.
By now, our match and furious flirting was coming to an end.
When we got back to the clubhouse, I felt spent, but still
very excited.
The couple invited me to sit down with them
for a beer. When Jack got up to go the bathroom Fran leaned
over and whispered to me, come to the ladies room in two
minutes. I'll be waiting.''
When Jack came back, I told him Fran has gone to the bathroom,
I think. After gulping some beer, I said, excuse me a minute,
I need to call my buddies.
I raced back to the women's bathroom to fine Fran with her
skirt up. Now, ''she said. Lets finish.''
I immediately dropped to my knees and placed my face between
her legs. She grinded against my mouth, then told me to sit
on the toliet. She then straddled me and rode me til we both
exploded. I kissed her and begged for a phone number. She
said no and thanked me for the best day of golf ever.
To this day, that was the best day of golf I ever had. I think
about Fran often and always get excited. I've never met
an older woman like that.