G is for Golf

A game of golf. She was looking forward to this, and was counting on making an interesting wager so that no matter who won, there would be no loser.

Shopping for her golf outfit had been part of the fun. A short white skirt to set off her tanned legs, pink blouse, lacy white panties that she'd make sure he glimpsed at critical points during the game,

They were on the first tee. Facing him, she bent down to put the tee in the ground, kneeling on one knee so that her short skirt was pulled tight, riding up on her muscled thighs. The view would distract him, but she was just getting started.

"Honey, don't you think we should make some sort of bet?" she asked, standing up, feeet shoulder width apart so the skirt hugged her hips and thighs.

The sight of her in the short golf skirt was already affecting him. If she was doing this on purpose, and she probably was, it would only get worse. It wasn't going to be easy keeping his mind on golf.

"Sure," he said. "Loser makes dinner?"

"Hmm," she said thoughtfully. "How about winner gets to name her prize?" She ran her fingertips suggestively along the handle of her golf club.

"HER prize? Pretty confident aren't we?"

She laughed bending down again to place the ball on the tee, letting her thighs open a bit more than before. "Uh, huh," she said. "I think I can win with good defense."

Defense in golf?

She addressed the ball, wiggling her hips as she got into position. She glanced at him, knowing she had his full attention. "So, do we have a bet?"

"Somehow, I think this isn't going to be fair."

She grinned. "Of course not!"

Secretly, she'd been taking lessons, and had become a pretty good player, but somehow, he managed to keep his mind on the game just enough so that after six holes, they were even. But as they walked to the seventh tee, he saw that mischievous look in her eye that told him he was in trouble.

As she bent down to tee up her ball, again distracting him with the view of her thighs, she said, "Doesn't golf have some sort of handicap thing."

"Sure," he said. "Players get a handicap based on their scores. The player with the lower handicap gives the higher handicap so many strokes per round."

"Hmm," she said, moving closer to him. "So if I'm the better player, I get to give you strokes?" He groaned as she ran her fingertips over the growing bulge in his pants.

"Oh, god, no."

"I suppose a good grip is important," she said as she squeezed him.

"Stop that! We're here to play."

She laughed. "I am playing. And I can tell you're enjoying it."

"That's not what I meant."

"You know, if you were the better player, you could give me strokes. You could take your shaft, and stroke. In, out. In, out. How many strokes would I get?"

She was still rubbing the bulge in his pants. "Honey, please," he cried.

"I suppose I should hit the ball now," she said, releasing him.

"You are such a tease! Now how can I concentrate on golf?"

"Just relax and enjoy the game," she said and hit a fine shot, right down the middle. He had lost all concentration though, and hit a wild shot which disappeared into the woods. Together they went into the woods to look for the ball, but the woods were pretty dense. They found a clearing, but no ball.

"Seems like you lost your ball, so I guess that makes me the better golfer." She licked her lips and looked at him with a wicked smile. "Now I get to give you strokes," she said advancing toward him.

She kissed him gently as her hand slid down the front of his pants. Her lips parted and the tip of her tongue teased his lips. He didn't resist and his tongue found hers, swirling around it, drawing her tongue into his mouth, sucking it gently.

"Hmm," she cooed. Her hands unbuckled his pants and bent down to slip his pants and under shorts down over his hips. His cock sprang free and she stroked it lightly, making him moan with delight then gripped it firmly, rubbing it over her face and smearing his pre- come on her face and lips, then licking the tip.

"Hmm. You taste good, honey. Give me more."

He groaned as she slid her lips over his cock, licking, sucking, taking him all the way in until she felt him at the back of her throat.

"Aggh, honey, I can't take much more."

She let him slide in and out of her mouth as she teased the underside of his balls with her fingertips. She heard him groan, then felt him tense and throb and he pumped his seed into her mouth as she swallowed greedily.

She licked him clean, then stood up, using her finger to wipe the few drops of cum that lingered on her lips and chin, then licked her finger clean. She kissed him, and he said, "You are an incredible woman. I love you so much."

"I love you, too sweetheart. But I think you're in no condition to finish our game. Since you get a penalty for losing your ball, I guess I win."

"That's okay," he said, pulling up his pants. "I already got the prize I would have wanted."

"Uh, huh," she said. "and when we get home I get to claim my prize."

"Yes, honey, you do," he said, knowing the best was yet to come.

As they got into the car, she kissed him quickly and said, "I hope you've got some strength left. It's going to be a long day."

"I'm counting on it!"

"Good. And I think, on that last hole, you went, or I should say 'came' out of turn. I think there must be a penalty for that," she said, grinning mischievously.

If she was in one of those moods, it was going to be a long day, AND a long night, too!