It was the beginning of May, and my third season as 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.
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