Spring had come early, and the first warm Saturday afternoon found me out on the golf course, looking for someone else with golf fever to play with. I was disappointed when I found no one available. But as I was hanging out by the clubhouse, a dark-haired woman in her mid-40s showed up. I had seen her around before, and knew her name was Lorna. I greeted her and asked if she had a partner.
“I was supposed to play with my friend, but he called and said he couldn’t make it,” she said. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well, I was just looking for someone to play with,” I replied.
She smiled. “Would you like to play with me, since my partner couldn’t make it?” she asked. She said this in an insinuating manner, as though she was talking about more than golf.
“Sure,” I said, ready for whatever she meant, and we took our clubs and moved out onto the course.
“Where’s your wife?” she asked me as we approached the second hole. “Doesn’t she play golf?”
“No,” I said, “She’s more of a tennis player, actually. What about you? Where’s your husband?”
“He’s a golf pro,” she told me. “He’s away on the circuit right now, but he never takes me with him. He probably has a girlfriend.” As she finished that statement she swung at her ball, and sliced it into a wooded area to the right of the fairway. “Damn!” she said, “I lose more balls that way. Can you help me find it?”
I nodded, and as I followed her into the trees I noticed how her ass swayed. She was wearing white short shorts and a halter top that clung to her as though it was painted on. It was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
We spent a few minutes looking for her ball, though I thought it was a fruitless endeavor. Then suddenly I heard her call my name. I looked up to see her standing further back in the woods, motioning me to her. As I approached her she said quietly, “Since my lover couldn’t make it, would you like to take his place? I have needs, you know, and I am so horny right now.”
Although slightly older than me, Lorna was a beautiful woman, and the offer of her pussy was something I couldn’t refuse. My cock was eager to get into her, and I completely forgot that I was a married man with three kids. But I wasn’t sure about doing it right there. As I looked around dubiously, she said, as if annoyed, “Don’t be shy. I come here often with my boyfriend, and we’ve never been caught yet.”
There was a nice layer of moss on the ground where we were standing, almost like a soft green mattress, and I threw caution to the winds. I reached for her and pulled up her top, and as I did so she pushed her shorts down, along with her panties. My fingers were probing her as we kissed, and her hand went between us to stroke my cock.
I broke the kiss and started sucking her nipples, and the sound of her moans made me slightly nervous about getting caught. Suddenly she gasped several times, and her juices literally soaked my hand.
“Oh God!” she panted, “Fuck me! I haven’t been fucked in three days, and I need it so badly.”
We sank down to the ground, and I quickly got on her and shoved my cock into her as she cried out and began moaning louder than before. “Quiet,” I said, “We’ll get caught.”
“I don’t care,” she panted. “Just fuck me, now!” So I did, driving into her as the moss dug into my knees. Her pussy was tight and seemed to milk my cock as I fucked her. We screwed like animals, and she squealed and yelped as her climax hit her.
When I couldn’t hold out anymore my cock exploded inside her, and I came so copiously that I could feel my sperm running out of her around my cock as I went on pounding at her until I was spent.
As we lay catching our breath I heard a twig crack, and I looked up to see one of the grounds keepers, a young college-age kid, standing there watching us, his eyes wide open, his mouth gaping.
I scrambled to my feet, but Lorna didn’t; she just lay there looking up at him, not saying a word, her legs still spread, my sperm leaking out of her. Finally she smiled and said to him, “Go on, do it.”
The kid hesitated for just a second before dropping his shorts and getting down on top of her, as I stood watching. He drove into her hard and began slamming away at her with the urgency of a man possessed. I began to stroke my own cock as I watched him fuck her, and when he tensed up and came inside her, I came too, shooting my load onto the mossy carpet.
A minute later the youth had disappeared as suddenly as he had appeared. I helped a weak Lorna to her feet, and we went back to finish our golf game, not even mentioning what had just taken place.
When we had finished I asked her if she’d like to play with me again sometime. “Sure,” she said. “Just give me a call. Maybe we could even set up a threesome or a foursome sometime. Who knows?”
Is it any wonder that golf is my favorite game?
—R.G., Cicero, Illinois