I wrote this a few years ago for another site. Thought it would be fun to share.
It was the beginning of May, and my third season as a golf professional. My job was to teach the golf swing to the most un-athletic people imaginable or so it seemed. Many of my current and past students were of the older variety, when I say old I mean to say as we do in the profession, “the average age is dead”. I was just arriving at the range and planning my first full day of the season. By scanning the schedule, it appeared as though it would be another one of those dull days with students that think that golf comes by osmosis.
Then I noticed a new student on the schedule, at least she was new to me. “Amy – 12:45″. The schedule gave no information as to the student’s general description; I disregarded this as just another lesson.
The first two lessons seemed to move very slowly. The season was only beginning; I was thinking I should have chosen another profession. At 12:25, our pro shop attendant informed me that Amy was ready on the driving range. I slowly made my way up to the range dreading the next few hours. When I arrived, one of the prettiest sights I have ever seen greeted me. Hitting balls in the teaching area was the most beautiful woman. She was at least 5’7”, and in the best shape of any human I have ever seen.
As I approached Amy, I also discovered she was wearing a very short skirt and a sleeveless top, which very nicely accentuated her perfect breasts. I introduced myself and found that she was a very avid golfer, and was looking to improve in some small areas in order to qualify for the U.S Women’s Open. She had the sectional qualifier in 3 weeks. Amy had been one hell of a college player but was new to this area; she had just transferred with her work, she had yet to find an instructor she felt comfortable working with. I could only hope she would be comfortable working with me, since there seemed to be an absence of a ring on her finger. I told her to hit a few balls and we would see what needed to be improved. I was thinking absolutely nothing needed improvement.
As the lesson progressed, I was working on making a few slight changes at the top of her backswing. This required that I stand behind her in order to show her the correct position. I also noticed by standing in this position with her body twisted in this manner I had a very nice view of her breasts or more accurately her erect nipples. They were slightly larger than half dollars and pointing upwards toward the sky. At this vision, I began to get a very embarrassing erection. Amy continued with the lesson as if nothing had happened. I myself have never had the opportunity to teach such a lovely being and felt quite overwhelmed with the opportunity.
The rest of the hour passed without any more out of body experiences. After the lesson was over, I scheduled Amy for her next lesson the following week on Wednesday at 12:30. As it turns out, Amy was taking lessons during her lunch hour; she was a computer programmer at a local marketing company. The rest of the first day of the season went on uneventfully. I left work around six with the thought of Amy and her perfect body engraved in my brain.
As the week went on, I could not keep my mind on my work. Amy was a major distraction, a good distraction at that. She had the most killer eyes, eyes that could sweep you away with their deep blue sparkle. I had to find a way to interact with her on a less than professional basis. The only problem was that work had a strict rule about mingling with our students. This I thought could very well be the end of my career unless I could get control of my emotions.
On Wednesday morning, I found myself dressing up a little more than usual for work. One of our major clothing companies had given me their latest clothing designs to wear for the season. I figured this would be the most opportune time to break it out. I had noticed Amy wearing some of the newest fashions from the same company, perhaps this would be a way to bring up a discussion about things other than her grip. As it turned out Amy had to call and cancel, something about a major computer glitch at work that would keep her busy until later in the evening. She had left a number with the receptionist asking that I call her as soon as I had the chance. I finished my 11:30 lesson and went into the office to call her. She sounded very cheerful on the phone, she said she was happy that I called; she needed to take a break. We spoke for about five minutes discussing how her practice had been going. At the end of the call, I told her I would be more than happy to give her a lesson later on that evening. Apparently, her practice had not been going well. She now had a problem getting comfortable with her new down swing move. Amy said she would love to do a lesson; the only problem was that she would not be done with work until 7:00. I had lessons scheduled until 5:30, but had plenty of behind the scenes work to do, so I told her to meet me at the clubhouse at 7:00.
As the afternoon wore on, I began to look forward to my last lesson of the day. At first, I was disappointed that I had to wait so long to see Amy. I also was very distant with my last few lessons. Somehow, I am not sure they received their monies worth.
At 7:00, I went into the pro shop just in time to see Amy walking down the path towards the door. She had on those pants that only come down just past the knee, they looked to be extremely tight showing off her curves in all the right places. I was thinking to myself which body part on her might be the best. She walked in the front door and had that cheerful smile plastered on her face. It may have been the most infectious smile I had ever seen. I greeted her and told her to hang out for one second while I locked the doors then we would head up to the range. As she waited, she began telling me how hard her work had become and that she was not sure if she could get enough practice time in to be worth her while. As we started out the door, it began to rain. The clouds looked dark and gloomy. Amy said she did not feel like practicing today and wanted to know if I would be interested in catching a bite to eat with her. She said she had some thing she wanted to go over with me. Fortunately, there was a local tavern just around the corner from the golf course. It is not the ideal place for a first date, but is a good place to take someone to discuss certain things, business or otherwise. I offered to drive which she had no problems agreeing with since she was new to the area. As we began our journey to the car, the rain really began to pour. I told Amy to wait at the clubhouse while I ran out to the car. Amy asked if it would be Ok if she changed clothes before we went to dinner. I said fine, I would pick her up in front of the clubhouse in five minutes.
The run out to the car helped to ease my nerves. I have had several girlfriends before, even a few one – night stands, but I have not felt that nervous since the night I lost my virginity in the back seat of my dads Buick. As I pulled up to the curb, Amy was waiting just inside the door. She was wearing a short skirt and low cut top, which accentuated her form perfectly. Amy raced outside and jumped into the passenger seat. This woman was amazing she looked perfect no matter what she was doing. We went inside the tavern and sat down at a booth near the back of the place. I asked Amy what she would like to drink she said beer would be fine, so I made my way to the bar and ordered us two beers. The first beer went down with ease, so did the conversation. It started very light at first, talking about current affairs and who she thought might win the Masters. We ordered a couple more rounds before having dinner, which also helped to keep my nerves down. Amy was so easy going yet I was so intimidated by her. After dinner, Amy said she wanted to ask me a favor. She had just broken up with her boyfriend who had caddied for her in other big tournaments over the last 3 years. She said she was not familiar with the golf courses down here and wondered if I would be willing to caddy for her in the qualifier. I could not believe my luck. The most beautiful girl I have ever met had recently asked me to dinner and now she wanted me to caddy for her. This was going to go down as the greatest day for any teaching professional on the planet. For the next three hours, we discussed the course where the qualifier was held and strategy on each of the holes. We were so lost in our discussion that we lost track of time, before we knew it the bar was closing, it was already 1:30 in the morning. Amy lived about 45 minutes away; she had an apartment she was living in until she found a more permanent home closer to work. We were both quite drunk and probably should not have been driving. Seeing the predicament we were in, I invited Amy to my house, which was 3 blocks away. I told her we could walk to my house, and then I could drive her to her car in the morning. When we got to my house, I showed her the spare bedroom where she could sleep and offered her another drink, which took without hesitation.
We sat down in the living room on one of the couches. Amy sat on one end and I on the other. As we continued our conversation, Amy began to rub my back. I took this as an invitation so I began to rub her leg just above her knee. Her skin felt hot and very soft. As I was rubbing her leg, I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. It was not a quick peck, nor was it a long lasting tongue joust. It was one of the most soft sensual kisses I ever had the pleasure of experiencing. With all this intimate contact I was quickly developing a raging hard on. I have not had sex in over 2 months and feared I would not last very long. Amy must have sensed my fear, she reach for my belt and undid it as well as the button to my slacks. She stuck her hand into my pants and began to rub all along my cock. She was not stroking it but she was not petting it either. It was a firm rub, which was raising my heartbeat rapidly. We began to kiss again, this time exploring more of each other; we would take turns tasting each other. Slowly turning each other on even more, her breath was hot yet very refreshing. Her lips were soft like strawberries.
I began to run my hands up and down her sides while we kissed. Her nipples were visible through her shirt giving me the confirmation to continue. I ran my hand inside her shirt and could feel her nipple harden against my palm. Amy began to slide down my body moving to her knees on the floor. She took off my shoes and socks then began the ultimate task of pulling down my slacks. I lifted my hips to aid her in her task. Once my slacks were on the floor she began feather light touches with her fingers beginning at my knees. The touch was so light it felt like butterflies were walking on my thighs. She continued this light tease until I thought one of my heads would explode. When I least expected it she began stroking me again. First very softly with the same light touches she was giving my legs. As her fingers manipulated me she raised her other hand and began to message my balls. This is when I thought I would lose it for sure. I had my head back with my eyes closed enjoying the entire experience. Then I felt her soft tongue run along the underside of my cock. She ran her tongue the length of it before taking the head in her mouth. She licked and teased the head for a few more minutes, which felt like an eternity. She then began a motion with her head that I am sure I have never felt before. The moves and sounds coming from her, I thought only existed in porn. This woman was hot in every sense of the word. She teased me for a few more minutes before I felt like I was going to lose it, I pulled her up on the couch with me and rolled over on top of her. We began to kiss again, this time with much more passion. I pulled her top over her head and began to un-snap her bra. I pulled the two articles of clothing over her head and had to stop and admire this great gift. Her breasts were not huge they were perfect. I was getting a close up view of the nipples I was admiring the first time I met her. I gave each nipple the tongue bath it deserved, as I was doing this Amy’s breathing was becoming erratic she was moaning and making sounds every man should hear at least once in their lifetime. I began my descent down to her belly button, while running my hand up the inside of her thigh. Once I reached the point where her thighs came together, I could feel a soft satin material beneath her skirt. I could feel the heat coming from between her legs showing all the signs of need. I quickly stopped my kissing of her belly raised her skirt. Each time I removed an article of clothing was like opening a new present, which you thought you would never get. She had black bikini panties on, which did little to hide her greatest assets. I removed her skirt and panties to find a barely visible strip of hair right above the Promised Land. I licked my way through the strip on a journey I could only hope to travel as long as I lived. Her smell was sweet, which made my mouth water with every breath I took. I licked my way up and down her slit forcing short shallow breath out of her lungs. I kissed her clit and then began to rub her opening with my index finger. She was soaking wet and begging for more, which I was more than happy to provide. As I was licking, I put a finger into her and began to feel for that special spot. She was squirming and moaning trying to force more of my finger into her. As I found the spot, I also began to lick the hard little nub at the top of her slit. This took her over the edge I felt her shutter a few times; she stopped breathing and clenched every muscle in her entire body. Her muscles were so tight around my finger it would have impossible to remove it even if I had wanted to. I slowly stopped licking her, letting her come down from her high. She was still breathing rather heavily.
I moved up her body and kissed her softly while she regained her strength. She stopped kissing me and told me we needed to go to the bedroom so she could give me her present. She hopped up stark naked and ran into the bedroom, of course I followed like a lost little puppy, very happy to find its owner. As I arrived in the room, Amy was standing by the bed rubbing her pussy. She said she could not wait any longer to have me and told me to lie down. I obliged, as any other red-blooded male would do. Amy crawled on top of me and began to explore my mouth yet again. I could kiss this woman forever. She sat up, reached down between her legs, and grabbed my cock by the base. She then raised her pelvis until my cock was in line with her. Once aligned, she lunged forward in one quick fluid motion driving my cock up into her as she pushed her pelvis down. She then began a circular motion with her hips; I could feel her clit rubbing along the base of cock. As she made her motions, she would jerk when her clit made contact. This was starting to send me over the edge. I was spiraling down towards an intense climax, the only problem being that I was not ready for that quite yet. I grabbed her by the hips and rolled her over so that I was on top with her legs resting on each of my shoulders. I began to thrust in and out with force. Each time I bottomed out her tits would bounce up and she would moan something not understood by humans. The forth time I bottomed out I felt Amy clench once again, her muscles squeezing my cock inviting its seed to spill forth. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, and her mouth was wide open. She was in the throes of a very powerful climax, and I was not far behind. I pushed into her three more times, before erupting inside her like a volcano. My seed spilling into her on every downward stroke, as I was nearing the end of my climax I felt Amy reach around us and message my balls. This added more sensation to my already overloaded brain. I collapsed on top of her keeping my cock inside while trying to regain my strength.
As I rolled off her, I slid up next to her and said I would be more than happy to caddy for her anytime.
The End
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