43 comments/ 146216 views/ 29 favorites Tee Time By: Colleen Thomas Authors Note: The game of golf is perhaps the most frustrating sport ever invented by man. While playing with my brothers I noticed how full of double entendre and dual meanings so many of the commonly used terms could be if a man and woman were playing. I don't usually write M/F sex stories, but this idea would only work with a man and woman. Also, some of the terms work better with an interracial cast. I do hope readers enjoy the sex in this story, and I hope everyone can get some enjoyment from the sexual byplay in so many of golf's innocently uttered phrases. If you have never played, the terms may lose some of their enjoyment value and the descriptions of the course may bog you down. I apologize for this before hand, but without them the situational utterance of phrases makes no sense. This is new territory for me as an author and all comments, both pro and con will be most appreciated. CET Jill Carrington slowly brought her club up. She paused at the top of her swing and then brought the club down, remembering to close her hips and follow through. She left the club head just a little open as insurance against getting wet. She was driving from the championship tees and she didn't want to end up in the water hazard, but she also didn't want to short arm her drive in fear of it. Her drive sailed off and the little bit of slice pushed it away from the hazard as she had hoped. The ball bounced high and rolled much further than she had expected. The Lakes was a beautiful course, but it was a killer for players who couldn't make their shots slice or hook. There were only two or three holes where you could play a straight drive and still be in good position for your next shot. "Hell of a drive, hun," her husband, Reed said as he teed up. "Thanks," she replied as she stepped back. Reed drove his ball short of the hazard. He played a very conservative game and on bad days for her, he would win by several strokes. When Jill was having a good day, he would loose by just as many. It would have evened out, but Jill had far more good days than bad. She had played on her college team and had even made the cut as an amateur on an LPGA event before she graduated and her family took precedence over golf. Dr. Hackett, her husband's boss teed up next. Unlike most players, he didn't use an over sized driver with a graphite shaft. He was old school, still using metal shafts and woods with actual wooden heads. And he still routinely beat them all. Jill had won three times since they began playing every Sunday a year ago when Reed had joined the Dr.'s practice. Reed had never won, nor had Mike Sharpe, the fourth member of their party. Dr. Hackett played it just like Jill had, but his ball didn't roll as much, leaving him well short of her drive. Mike teed up last. He was a large man with ebony skin and the physique of a body builder. As one would expect from his size, he hit the ball a country mile, but his short game often derailed the long drives. He and Reed kept up a friendly rivalry over not taking last. Mike's drive was long, but sliced terribly as he often did when he wasn't paying attention to how he addressed the ball. Luckily for him, it ended up on the tenth hole's fairway, so he actually had a pretty decent approach shoot. Reed climbed into the cart with Dr. Hackett, causing Jill to shoot him a dirty look. She had told him several times she didn't like riding with Mike. When he was paying enough attention to ask why, she always remained vague and he just didn't seem to get her subtle hints. The truth of the matter was that Mike made her very nervous. He was an intimidating man, who oozed self confidence and he had an animal magnetism that she couldn't deny. Whenever they were together his eyes undressed her and his comments were always dripping with sexual innuendo. He had been hitting on her for over three months and in the last couple, she had found herself flirting back. It was deeply disturbing to her. It wasn't as if she planned on cheating on Reed, or planned on having sex with Mike, but she hadn't planned on flirting with him either. It had just happened. His frank admiration and take-charge, aggressive personality were like an aphrodisiac to her. She knew he would eventually try to go farther, and she knew she would have to rebuff him, but it would have been a lot easier if her husband had just listened to her and made sure they weren't alone together. Today she had woken up randy, and it had been building through the morning. She wasn't positive she would be able to resist if Mike did get frisky. In her heart of hearts, she wasn't even sure she didn't hope he would try. Not that she had admitted any of that to herself. Mike took off, tearing across the fairway and bumping over the raised area between several trees that separated the first and tenth holes. "Did you see where I went?" "I think that's you, there," she said, pointing at a ball in the middle of the fairway. Mike drove up, stopped next to it and looked down. "Maxfly Xl, yep that's me. You're good with white balls," he said as he smiled and got out to retrieve a club from his bag. "Orange too," she said. "How bout black?" he added as he addressed his ball. "Don't know anyone who plays with black balls." "Really? A lot of white girls do," he replied, laughing when Jill blushed. Mike smashed a shot that sailed way over the green. "Jeeze Mike, what did you use?" "Three iron," he replied, sliding the club back into his bag. "Too much club," she said. "That's what all the white girls say," he replied before starting off again and smiling at Jill. When they reached the other cart Jill selected a pitching wedge. She put the ball far forward in her stance and made good contact, sticking it on the green only two feet from the pin. "Beautiful shot," Dr. Hackett commented. "Thank you," she replied. "You're really good at getting up and down," Mike said. Neither her husband nor Dr. Hackett noticed, but Jill looked over her shoulder to see Mike smiling like the Cheshire cat. He was getting bolder and she should have done something to let him know she didn't appreciate it, but she just smiled and shook her head instead when he winked. Even though it was a gimme, Jill went ahead and sank the putt. Dr. Hackett pushed his birdie attempt, but sank a short putt to save par. Reed was lying three, but sank a difficult fourteen footer to save par. Mike was lying four, pushed his bogie attempt and only saved double with a good six foot putt. "Gotcha," Reed said as they walked back towards the carts. "Yeah well, some holes are harder to get into than others," Mike said. Jill wasn't even looking at him, but felt the blush rise to her cheeks. She was still blushing when Reed reached the next tee box. This was a long par three, with the green situated on a small hill, surrounded by little hillocks and a pair of bunkers. Jill chose her pitching wedge. She usually didn't quite get all of this club, but this time she did. The ball cleared the green, but it hit one of the small hillocks and kicked back to within three feet of the pin. "Some days you just have it," Dr. Hackett said with a smile as Jill stepped back next to Reed. "And some days, you just get it," Mike added sotto voice as he stepped up behind her. "Indeed," the Doctor said as he teed up and stroked his shot to within five feet of the pin. Reed usually used his nine iron on this hole, but he decided he was striking the ball well and went back to his bag to get his pitching wedge. His swing was good and it sounded good coming off the club, but Jill could tell he had hit it fat before it became obvious to her husband. "Fuck!" The ball hit on the lip and slowly rolled all the way down to the bottom of the hill. "Not enough club, man," Mike said. As he spoke he brushed past Jill, his free hand trailing over her left ass cheek and up over her hip. She shivered as her ass involuntarily tightened. Even though there had been no contact with her skin, it tingled all along the route his hand had traveled. Mike crushed his wedge, driving the ball well over the green and into the thick rough on the other side. Jill knew she shouldn't, but she just couldn't help herself. "Too much club," she said with a saucy smile. Mike smiled back, his eyes roaming over her body and a grin spreading across his face. The cart path took a circuitous route to get to the green. While Reed drove Jill considered her reactions to Mike's flirtation. She was thirty six now and considered a very respectable lady at work. Men had hit on her a lot at first, but they all knew she wasn't that kind now. The occasional young intern would take an interest, but it happened less frequently now. In fact, she hadn't had an opportunity to really flirt with anyone in over a year when Mike suddenly grew bold. She did miss the naughtiness and interplay, she had to admit. Another thing was the fact she was getting older. Her body no longer looked like it had, even five years ago. Men still complimented her, but she saw herself every day in the mirror. Her ass was bigger than it had ever been and her hips wider. She didn't have a big ass, at least not yet, but if she gave up her workout routine or diet for even a week, she knew it would be balloonsville. She had always been busty and she had never lost the extra cup size she had gained when she had been pregnant with John. Her breasts had been very firm once upon a time, but now they sagged a bit, not a lot, but enough for her to be concerned about it. The laugh lines around her eyes and smile lines around the corners of her mouth were just a hair short of being wrinkles. A few grays had slipped into her sandy blonde hair; she had even found a gray in her pubes that very morning while showering. Maybe that was it. Maybe she was just feared getting old and longing for her youth. Whatever it was, Mike was dangerous and she knew it. Jill tried to put it out of her head and watched as Reed chipped. He hit it too softly, the ball landing on the hill and slowly rolling back to stop at his feet, perhaps two inches from where it had started. She saw Reed draw back, as if to hit the ball as hard as he could. "Don't!" He sighed heavily and smiled at her, the anger draining from his face and stance. Even with her warning he overcompensated and chipped onto one of the small hillocks at the back of the wide green. Mike chipped up well, but left himself a long putt. Reed made a third chip, and this time rolled the ball to within a few inches of the cup. Dr. Hackett removed the flag and Reed tapped in. Mike lagged his putt, intentionally passing on trying to save par, to make sure he had an easy putt for bogie. Dr. Hackett sank his five-foot birdie putt. And Jill sank hers to go three under. The next hole was a long par five and Reed stopped near the ball washer. She noticed that the moment Dr. Hackett stopped the cart Mike hopped out and turned back towards them. It only occurred to her after she was standing at her bag, that her short tennis skirt had probably given the young man a flash of her thighs, if not her panties when she got out. The fairway was very long, with woods along the left side. To keep players from playing down the right, there were three sizeable fairway bunkers on the right side. To make it more daunting, the fairway doglegged sharply around a small inlet in one of the big lakes from which the course took its name. Jill surveyed the course as she teed up. She decided to play it down the left. She hoped to avoid the trees and if she was successful, her approach shot wouldn't be over the water hazard. She intentionally left her stance a little open, getting a tiny bit of slice, just to make sure she avoided the woods. The ball bounced high and began to roll. "Come on, grow some legs!" Reed hollered towards the ball. "She's got plenty of leg," Mike said. Jill was immediately reminded of the view he must have hand and blushed as her ball rolled well into the turn and left her a clean path to the green. "Gorgeous shot, my dear," Dr. Hackett enthused. Reed kissed her before standing back and holding still as Dr. Hackett decided how he would play it. Jill's mind was already back on Mike and his flirting. She was enjoying it, but she knew it was wrong and dangerous. Dangerous, because it wasn't innocent; even if it was on her part, Mike had every intention of getting into her pants and he made no bones about it. She thought she was old enough and wise enough to know better, but the danger only seemed to be adding to the thrill. Considering it had, up until today, been uncomfortable, she wondered if that gray hair was really playing on her mind more than it should. It was also dangerous because Reed was so jealous and Mike was his co-worker. The last thing she wanted was to cause problems there for Reed or Dr. Hackett either one. Reed had also been having performance problems the last three years and he was always afraid she would go outside their marriage to seek some satisfaction. She had tried to tell him it was not a problem, but in reality, she was generally as horny as hell. But she was perfectly satisfied with her vibe and imagination, or at least she had been. Mike's hungry stares were making her doubt that assumption. Dr. Hackett decided to play the right side and got a little too much grass with his driver. The ball knuckled and ended up in a fairway bunker on the far right side of the course. Reed approached, but Jill's mind wandered back to other things. The other real problem she had with Mike was the fact he was black. Her grandparents had been old school bigots. Her parents had practiced a less open, but no less virulent form of racism. Jill admonished herself for that bothering her, but she knew it did. Jill knew that getting intimate with black men just wasn't done, but she also admitted to herself part of the turn on was the deliciously naughty feelings the taboo nature of flirting with him produced. Her thoughts were interrupted by Mike whispering in her ear. "You like having your hand around a long black shaft?" She was confused a moment, until she realized she was holding her Taylormade driver by the graphite shaft, just below the head. "Depends on the shaft," she whispered back, as Reed crushed one that joined the doctor in the bunker. "What?" Reed asked. "I said bad luck," she quickly replied. "Yeah, I overswung. I always do on this hole. Gotta remember to go easy." Mike got all of one, for the first time in their day, driving it far down the left side, but the ball caught the cart path and kicked off towards the woods. "Did you see me?" "I lost it," Jill said. "You're in the heavy rough, but I don't think it made the woods," Dr. Hackett said. Jill took her four iron from her bag and joined Mike in the first cart. "I think you've got great legs," Mike said as they drove along. Jill smiled, but didn't make a comment. Mike stopped the cart and moved off into the edge of the woods looking for his ball. Etiquette called for her to wait as Dr. Hackett and Reed were both significantly farther from the pin. In fact, she couldn't even see the cart they were so far back and behind a small hill, but she knew they would each take a while to decide how to play it so she lined up. She realized she was farther from the pin than she had first thought. "Mike," she called, "Can I borrow your three?" "Sure baby, I'd love to have your little hands wrapped around my shaft," he responded, emerging from the woods. "Just my hands?" she asked as she took the club from his bag. "Your lips would be even better," he said, his face serious. Jill hadn't expected that, it was going a little farther than she had anticipated. She blushed and moved to her ball. Jill choked up on the club a little, because Mike was all of six four and she barely made five foot eight. She hit it a little fat, but she had just enough hook to get a good roll onto the green. It would be a long eagle putt, but she felt she could make it. She turned and moved to the woods to help Mike find his ball. Jill felt he was looking a little farther down than it went, over estimating his strength. About four steps into the woods she spotted a ball. "What ya hitting?" she called. "Maxfly Xl." "Found ya," she called back. "That my three?" he asked as he approached. "Yep." Mike was right in front of her and Jill extended her hand, but instead of taking the club he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her, lowering his head and pressing his thick lips to hers. Jill was startled and tensed, but she relaxed involuntarily as her lips parted. Mike's fat tongue thrust into her mouth and his big hands slipped to her ass. As he explored her mouth with is tongue, his big hands kneaded her ass. Jill was confused, embarrassed, scared and horny all at once. If her mind was unsure, her body wasn't, sucking on his tongue and kissing back. He tasted like bourbon and his hands easily covered most of each cheek. She could feel her nipples hardening and the tingle in her pussy that let her know she was ready. A lot more ready than was good for her. Mike seemed to sense her weakness and pressed his advantage, moving one hand up to squeeze one of her breasts. Jill moaned into his mouth, but he broke the kiss suddenly and addressed his ball, leaving her standing there literally panting as her heart hammered in her suddenly tight chest. Mike punched out with a vicious swing that drove the ball low and skipped it along the fairway. They returned to the cart and he drove around to where his ball was lying. Jill could see Reed's ball and Dr. Hackett's lying on the fairway ahead of them. She watched their cart approach. "Find your ball?" Reed asked. "Yeah, almost but not quite OB." "Damn, I had to punch out and hit another shot." "So you're lying three?' Jill asked. "Yeah," he said as he approached his ball. Reed was concentrating on his shot. Dr. Hackett had his back to them. Jill was sitting in the cart, with her back to Mike when she felt his lips on her neck and his big hands slip around her body to cup her generous breasts and gently squeeze. They were gone before she could even react, but her already reeling system shuddered under another jolt. It was just so wickedly naughty and that very fact was making it nearly impossible to resist. Reed's shot had a little too much blade and went wide of the green, but it hit a sprinkler head and kicked back to the fringe. "Bout time I had some luck," he said with a grin. "Already started getting lucky, myself," Mike said as he addressed his ball. Jill blushed scarlet, but no one was watching as Mike hit an easy sand wedge to within nine feet of the pin. Dr. Hackett, hit his eight iron, electing to pitch and run, rather than try a wedge. The ball kicked left when it hit the green and rolled almost to the cup. Jill was always impressed by the older man's short game. She could consistently outdrive him, but he almost always made up for it in his approaches. Jill's heart was still beating fast and her body was still thrumming when she putted. She pushed her eagle attempt just a little, but calmed herself and saved a birdie. Reed also saved par with a long and difficult putt from the fringe. Dr. Hackett sank his birdie putt and Mike made par. Mike was temporarily forgotten as they approached the next hole. Jill hated number four with a passion. Whoever designed the course had been a sadist of the highest order for this hole. At least that's how she felt about it. It was a short par four, so short in fact that Mike had driven the green a couple of times. The designer made up for his lack of space with creative obstacles. In the first place, the fairway ran down the length of the lake. Anything to the right was wet. On the left, a barbed wire fence marked the edge of the country club's property, with a thick pine forest just behind it. If that wasn't enough, twenty feet from the green, which was situated up on a small knoll, the creek that fed the lake cut through the fairway. Even that wasn't enough, so the designer had placed two large fairway bunkers just off the rough in front of the creek bed. And the piece de le resistance was a pair of bunkers on the backside of the green, flanked by another stand of pines. Tee Time Jill was standing next to Reed as Dr. Hackett teed up. She felt, rather than heard Mike ease up behind them. As Dr. Hackett addressed his ball, Mike's big hand slipped up the back of her thigh, taking her skirt up with it. His big palm settled on the curve of her left cheek and one long finger pressed between her legs to gently stroke the crotch of her panties. Jill was beside herself. This was just too brazen! Reed was standing right next to her! Not only that, but anyone behind them would clearly be able to see what was going on. Her tummy was tied in knots and her pussy was shivering in pleasure at the gentle teasing when Dr. Hackett hit his drive. It sliced right, bouncing into the rough on the edge of the lake, but Jill couldn't tell if it stayed dry. "I do believe you're wet!" Mike declared. "Oh god," Jill blurted out. Realizing she was now being watched she just fell to a squatting position and dramatically slapped her shin. "What is it honey?" "Ant." "That's what you get for helping smiley there find his balls. Best to stay out of the woods." "She does quite nicely with my balls, thank ya very much," Mike replied. Jill was blushing crimson and she knew it. Rather than let this go on she quickly teed up. She could hear Dr. Hackett talking to Mike behind her. "Do you really think I made the water?" "Looked like it from here." "Damn." Jill's heart was beating too hard to calm and her pussy was sending some very insistent signals to her brain. She stepped back, got her breathing under control and addressed her ball again. It was no use, her body just wasn't going to let her and she topped the ball, driving it less than one hundred feet. "You pulled off of it babe, have to stay down on it if you want it to really get up," Mike said, grinning as she blushed. Mike's drive cleared the creek, the green and possibly even the stand of pines. "Damn, that was some shot," Reed said as he teed up. "Some guys just have it," Mike said easily, while staring Jill in the eye. Reed drove his shot to the very end of the fairway, leaving himself a very good approach shot. "Looks like you're the only one who did well here, Reed," Dr. Hackett observed as he put the cover back on his driver. Jill took her two iron and walked down to her ball. She studied it and found the lie wasn't too bad, it was sitting up on top of the longer grass of the heavy rough. She took aim and hit the ball with all she had. It got up fast, carried well and hit on the green, bouncing hard and into the woods behind it. She distinctly heard the sound of it hitting a tree and hoped it had kicked back. If not she might never find it. They stopped as Dr. Hackett walked out to where his ball had landed. He laughed happily. "Toss me my eight," he called to Mike. "Gonna take a drop?" "No, it stayed dry," he replied. His shot was a towering chip that hit firmly on the green and stayed put. They stopped again and Reed took a pitching wedge. As he had all day, he hit it just a little too fat and it hit on the lip, before rolling all the way back down the hill. With a frustrated grunt he threw his iron across the creek, causing the rest of them to smile. It wasn't good etiquette, but they had all been there before and overlooked such displays. Jill had been lucky, her ball had hit a tree and fallen just outside the edge of the rough. Chipping from the pine needles was easier so she took a soft swing with her sand wedge. It popped up and she got a very good roll, almost chipping in. She could hear Mike bulling his way through the pines behind her. Dr. Hackett was with Reed out of sight at the bottom of the steep hill, so Jill turned and entered the stand of pines. She was either very lucky today or just had a better eye than normal, because she came up on his Maxfly almost at once. "Mike, you're over here," she called. He came towards her, but she could see his eyes were not on her or the ball, but were scanning the green to make sure Reed and Dr. Hackett were out of sight. She expected another stolen kiss, but when he was in front of her, he dropped his club, put his big hands on her trim waist and bodily lifted her off the ground, pressing her back into a big pine tree. She managed not to squeal, and wrapped her legs around his waist while grabbing his shoulders. "Mike.." she began, but he pressed his lips to hers. His tongue prodded her lips, demanding entry and her lips parted. She began sucking on his tongue as he began to grind his pelvis into hers. Jill could feel his cock rubbing against her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties. It felt so good she almost wished there was no cloth between them. His tongue was demanding now, no longer even slightly hesitant. His hips were working in a tight circle and Jill groaned into his mouth. Mike stepped back quickly, put her down and retrieved his club. "Thanks babe, you have a way with my balls," he said as he punched his ball out and onto the green with a three iron. Jill was trying to still her breathing and make sure her skirt and clothes didn't look rumpled when Reed and Dr. Hackett drove up. She tipped in, rather than mark her ball since it was in the Dr's ball's path. While she watched the others putt she thought about Mike and his game. He was teasing her unmercifully and if this kept up for eighteen holes she would probably be so insane by the time they finished that she would rape her poor husband in the car on the way home. The realization she was enjoying the hell out of it made her feel slightly guilty and ashamed, but not too badly. It was still just fun she reasoned, as long as she didn't let Mike or herself get carried away. There wasn't any harm in it, at least she convinced herself of that, but she did wonder if that was her rational mind talking or her body and raging hormones. It disturbed her enough to drain some of the joy she had been feeling only moments before. The next tee box was close and the hole was one of the easiest on the course. Almost as if the designer was making up for his sadism on the preceding hole. It was long, but straight, with the green at the bottom of a make able hill. To the left was another fairway and to the right, the carefully cut rough at the end of the driving range. Jill was in the front cart with Dr. Hackett. "Jill, grab my driver for me, I got yours," Mike called. When they exchanged clubs she expected another comment about having her hands on his shaft, but he only smiled and winked. Dr. Hackett hit a nice drive that stopped on the top of the hill. Jill was actively trying to calm herself and concentrating so much on that, she just hit the ball. It got up fast and carried all the way over the hill. "Exceptional!' the Dr. enthused. Jill smiled and nodded, stepping back as Reed addressed his ball. His shot was low, never getting higher than waist high. It hit hard and got a good roll, ending up near the Dr.'s much prettier drive. "That'll play," Dr. Hackett said. "Need to talk to your wife," Mike said as he teed up. "Why?" "Well, she's got a way of getting it up," he said innocently. "I know, but sometimes it just won't do it," Reed replied, totally unaware of the irony in his statement. Mike smashed his ball, but for some reason it fell well short of the doctor's drive. "That sounded very promising, what happened?" "Hell if I know." Mike said, examining his club. As he did so a huge grin spread across his features. "What?" Reed asked. "Well, seems like your wife gave me a woody," he said, his eyes sparkling as Jill turned red. Before anyone other than her could assimilate the comment he held the club so Reed and Dr. Hackett could see it was his three wood. Both men began to laugh and Jill blushed an even deeper crimson. "Ya'll don't mind if I take another whack at the hole do ya?" "Of course not old man," Dr. Hackett said. "Fine by me," Reed said. Jill was still blushing and in a moment of pique decided two could play this game. "By all means," she said with a seductive smile. Mike retrieved his driver and hit a long shot that cleared the hill on the fly. He returned his club to his bag and jumped into the driver's side of the cart. Jill joined him as Reed and Dr. Hackett sped away. Mile kept one hand on the wheel, but his free hand slipped between Jill's legs and began to roughly massage her mound. "Mike!" she giggled, clamping her legs closed and using both hands to try and push his hand away. His hand was trapped, but his index finger was lying right along her nether lips. It pressed inward and began to undulate, sending the most delicious shivers through her. Jill gasped and ceased pushing on his wrist, as he slowly drove along while his finger caressed her. By the time he drew close to the stopped cart and withdrew his hand, her hips were bucking against his finger. Mike drove around it and down to the green, where her ball and his were both on the green. She got out quickly and walked down to see which was hers as he laughed and got out his putter. "Fore" she heard the Doctor cry, as a ball came in and landed near the pin. "And aft," Mike said, "show me that ass Jill." Jill hesitated. It was so dangerous, but a quick look around showed no one was within eye sight and Reed had yet to hit his shot, so she had a few safe moments. The guilt came back, but this time she just thought 'fuck it'. She already had her back to Mike and her hands on her hips. Jill took one more quick look, then shifted her weight to her left leg and slipped her hands to the hem of her skirt. She pulled it up and bunched it at her back and then pushed her ass back. She could feel the pink satin of her panties as it stretched tightly across her cheeks. Mike's appreciative whistle made her smile. Jill felt hot. She felt sexy. Even more sexy than she had back in the days when she had a killer body. If this was wrong, so be it. She hadn't felt this good about her looks in ages and if she wasn't getting laid, at least she should be able to enjoy feeling as if she looked like she should be. "Fore," Reed yelled as his ball came in hard and skipped off the green. Jill let her skirt fall and was surveying the green from behind her ball when Reed and Dr. Hackett arrived. Her putt was the longest, and both Mike and Dr, Hackett were in her path. When Reed chipped up into her path as well she just stepped back. Dr. Hackett reached into his glove for his marker, but Jill stopped him. "No need for that, Ya'll go ahead." Reed sank his short par putt. Dr. Hackett sank his birdie putt. Mike bent over his ball, but he hit it a little too hard and it rolled around the lip of the cup and shot away. "Rimmed out," Jill said with a smile. "I'm good at rimming," he replied before tapping in. Jill surveyed her putt again and frowned. "I believe, it's going to break left from there," Dr. Hackett said. "The greens are so fast today, I don't think it will break much," Jill replied as she addressed her ball. "Gotta love 'em fast and easy," Mike said. She shot him a look, but he smiled disarmingly. "Five bucks says you don't make it," he said. "You're on," she replied. Jill put her head down, aimed slightly right of the cup and smoothly stroked the ball. I broke just a bit, hung on the lip and then fell. "Sucker," she said as Mike retrieved the flag and Dr. Hackett slapped Reed on the shoulder. They were both walking back to the carts when Jill passed Mike who was just sticking the flag back in. "I am a sucker," he whispered, "And those nipples look like they could use some of my attention," he added with a wink. Jill blushed when she realized her nipples were making small tents in her white top. "Of course, if you would rather do the sucking, I got something for you," he continued, indicating the huge bulge in his khaki slacks. "What was that?" Reed asked. "Nothing, just asking Jill if she liked chocolate." Reed looked at them in confusion and Jill could feel her face burning. "I decided to take my five as a shake at the club house," she said quickly, before sitting in the cart. The cart path diverted around a storage shed and pavilion before the next Tee box and Jill was off in her own little world, imagining what Mike's equipment must look like to make a bulge that big in his trousers when Reed spoke. "You're quiet today honey, something wrong?" "No. Reed, let's skip the back nine and go home," she said suddenly. "Why baby?" "Just cause," she said, reaching between his legs to massage his crotch. He smiled, but it faded when his penis didn't respond to her caress. She didn't really care, she was just afraid of what might happen if she and Mike kept this up. Reed pushed her hand away and looked forward woodenly, anger radiating from him so strongly she could feel it. She pulled her hand back and looked straight ahead as they approached the next tee. This hole was a short par three and Jill got out her pitching wedge. "Your tee box my dear," Dr. Hackett said. Jill nodded and teed up. She put Reed, Mike and her pussy out of her mind and just swung. "Damn! That one got up and out in a hurry!" Mike said. The ball hit on the green, bounced once and hit the flag, falling two inches from the cup. "My dear, you're making it very difficult to keep up, much less catch up," the Dr. said with a big smile. Jill smiled back and turned to Reed, but he stared fixedly ahead. Her smile fell and she moved back to the carts. 'Damnit' she thought. It isn't my fault he can't get it up. Jill tried to be understanding, but she didn't deserve the silent treatment for wanting sex. Doctor Hackett's shot was very good, ending up two feet behind the pin. Mike hit over the green and cursed. Reed stuck his within a few inches of the pin. When he got in the cart he kissed her cheek and was smiling as he drove towards the green. She should have been happy he was over his huff, but the more she thought about it the more pissed off she became. Jill took her putter and waited for Reed to sink his, which he did. She tapped in and Dr. Hackett was lining up when she heard Mike. "Jill!" he hollered. She laughed, as did Reed and Dr. Hackett. Jill moved into the light woods and found a ball almost immediately, but it was a Topflight Xl. A few feet behind it she found Mike's Maxfly. "Over here," she called. Mike walked up and studied the shot. It was awful. "I'd take a drop," she said. "I would too, if you were wearing shorts," he whispered. Jill smiled and started walking slowly back towards the green. When she was sure Reed and Dr. Hackett were looking away, she used both hands to flip her skirt up added an extra bit of wiggle as she felt it fall. Mike punched out and three putted. Jill had already returned her club to her bag and pointedly sat in the first cart, but Dr. Hackett climbed in the driver's side and Mike was forced to ride with Reed. "You're having a hell of a round," he commented. "I do well on the front nine, it's the back that usually kills me," she replied. He looked past her towards the horizon and the ominous dark clouds gathering there. "It looks like we might have to call it at nine today." "Just my luck," she replied smiling at him. The next hole was a long par four. It doglegged around a portion of one of the lakes. Jill played it safe, but her ball had more draw on it than she had wanted, leaving her a difficult approach. "Left your hips open," Mike said as she stepped back. Neither the Doctor nor Reed was watching, so Jill stuck her tongue out at Mike. Dr. Hackett was surveying the long distance over the lake. He checked it against the marker on the tee box and sighed. "I'm afraid I don't have that in my bag," he said regretfully and drove a long, straight shot the ended up well short of Jill's and would force him to play over the water. Reed also layed up, but his shot faded and left him well short of the turn. Mike teed up, lined up and crushed a shot out, over the water. It barely skimmed the high embankment and rolled to within an easy putt of the pin. "I say, that was beautiful!" the Dr. enthused. "When you're playing for behind, you have to take some risks," he said. "Indeed, I was considering it myself," the Doctor said. Neither he nor Reed nor seemed to notice the misplaced word, but she certainly did. She smiled and walked back to the cart, deliberately swishing more than normal. Mike sat in the driver's side and took off down the path like a New York cabbie, leaving the other cart far behind. He jammed on the breaks, locking up the tires as he neared her ball. "You gonna show me that ass again?" he asked as Jill got out. "Maybe," she said in a deliberately teasing manner. "You know it's beautiful don't you? I'd love to be all up in it," Mike said as she addressed the ball. Jill hit a solid shot, leaving it just a little right of the pin and walked back to the cart. She got in and smiled as Mike tromped on the accelerator and they were off. He pulled up at the green and watched her expectantly. Jill looked over her shoulder, but Reed and Doctor Hackett would be able to see if she stood up. "Sorry. Too dangerous. Maybe next hole," she said. "How bout them fine tits then?" "Mike!" "Oh come on. They can't see that. Just a quick flash." Jill felt it again, the rush, the temptation to be naughty with Mike was simply beyond any sexual thrill she could remember. She looked back hesitantly and bit her lower lip. Mike was watching her and she suddenly felt sure. She pulled her shirt up quickly and right back down, giving him only a tantalizing flash of her lacey pink bra and breasts. "Son of a bitch! How on earth do you hide a rack like that?" he exclaimed. Jill laughed, enjoying not only the compliment, but also his look of awe. "I'm not twenty-six anymore Mike. I don't wear tight clothes. You can hide quite a bit if you wear loose fitting tops." "But shit, those have to be D's, don't they?" "Double D's," she said. "Dayum! I couldn't believe it when I copped a feel back in the woods, but they're almost more than a handful for me and that's saying something," he said, holding his huge hands out. "Thank you." "Don't thank me, you've got a killer bod, girl. You ought to be showing it off, not hiding it." "It isn't what it used to be," she said ruefully. To her surprise Mike caught both her hands in his and his intense brown eyes bored into hers. "Don't say that kinda shit. You're hotter than hell. Long legs, a big, beautiful ass and an awesome fucking rack. If I had you out here alone, you'd be getting fucked or giving me head on every hole." He was so serious and Jill felt herself preening at the praise. Normally she wouldn't find someone calling her ass big complimentary in the least, but it was apparent Mike was enamored of it and that felt really, really good, since there was nothing she could do about it. "So you can come eighteen times in a few hours?" she asked, cringing as Reed's shot went into the lake with a 'sploosh'. She watched as he dropped, unaware of Mike moving behind her until he spoke. His words were soft, but very sure, each one twisting a little knife of desire in her tummy. "Maybe not eighteen times, but I promise you this, I'd butter your muffin, make sure you didn't need lunch since your stomach would be full and if you let me, I'd drop a load in that gorgeous ass too, before we finished." "Promises, promises," Jill replied as Reed's shot hit the green and skipped off. "Try me," he whispered, as Dr. Hackett's shot came in and stuck near the back of the green. When they pulled up, Jill went and got her putter. Despite herself, Mike's words had her so hot she could barely stand it and when he putted, she found herself concentrating more on his crotch than his putt. Tee Time Jill missed her eagle putt, but tapped in a birdie. Reed three putted, his frustration clearly mastering him. Mike, two putted and she flattered herself he was off because he was staring at her ass on the first one. Dr. Hackett eagled, which was no small feat and everyone congratulated him before they got in the carts and took off. The next hole was a long par five, with woods on both left and right. There was a fairway bunker right in the turn where it doglegged slightly to the right, and back along the lake shore. Jill hit her driver well, but had just enough draw for it to roll out of the fairway and into the light rough on the far right. Dr. Hackett didn't drive his as far, but it stayed in the fairway on the left side. Reed teed up and grunted as he swung; the ball took off left and sailed into the woods. "Fuck!" he exclaimed. "Quite trying to kill it, you can't make up for bad holes by hitting the next one harder," Jill admonished. "I know, I know, but damn, that was a precept." "I'll help you find it old man," Dr. Hackett said. Mike hit his drive a ton, but it had a wicked slice and was off in the woods to the right. Jill took her four iron, her two and a pitching wedge and sat in the front of the front cart. Mike drove her around to her ball, while the Dr. and Reed entered the woods much farther back. Jill hit her four a little too well, the ball rolling just off the fairway, leaving her a difficult shot over a tree. It was with a lot of anticipation and a little trepidation that she entered the woods. She found Mike's ball for him again, short of where he was searching. "Over here," she called softly. When Mike walked up he was grinning and Jill was blushing. Mike dropped his club and they embraced with no hesitation on either of their parts. He crushed her body to his in a fierce hug and his lips found hers, their tongues twining. The kiss was hot, passionate and hungry. She could taste him and feel his desire like a physical force. Mike's hands massaged her ass, while he slowly backed her up against a tree. He was still kissing her hard, when his hand came around and pulled her top up to just under her collar bone. Jill felt his hand slide down her chest, catching one of the satiny cups of her bra and pulling it down beneath her breast. She had a fleeting impression of the cool air on her stiff nipple before Mike broke the kiss and hunched over. His tongue began to lash and tease her nipple. Jill moaned softly as the sensations rampaged though her body. Mike sucked her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, pulling the nipple away from the aureole. He caught it between his perfect teeth and gently chewed on the sensitive bud while his other hand came around and cupped her mound. Jill spread her legs, allowing him to get two fingers on her overheated sex. He began sawing his fingers back and forth as his tongue now lashed the tip of her trapped nipple. Her mind was in a whirl, sexually revved up, but also fearful of being discovered. That fear, however, blended in with her rising passion, adding a new dimension to it she had never known. She felt his hand slide up, press against her tummy and then burrow under the elastic of her panties. She gasped when those long fingers slipped through her pubic thatch and then along her slick lips. Mike's finger found her entrance and she groaned when he pushed it deeply into her molten interior. A sudden realization hit her. I'm being fingered on a public golf course! By a black man while my husband is only a few hundred yards away! The very wickedness of it triggered a contraction deep inside her pussy. Mike began to grind the heel of his hand against her clitoral hood as his finger sawed in and out. Jill bit her lip as her hips buck and sweat poured down her forehead. Mike didn't let up, adding a second finger to his first. Jill was panting, her hips bucking wildly and her body on the ragged edge when Mike sharply nipped her trapped nipple. Her orgasm came in a rush, a wild rollercoaster of peaks and valleys, each carrying her higher and higher until they rippled away and left her standing there on rubbery knees with Mike supporting her. When her breathing calmed, he stepped back and smiled. She could see the huge bulge in his slacks and he could see she was staring. "Wanna see?" he asked with a smug grin. Jill could only nod, she didn't trust her voice just then. Mike unzipped his slacks and fished inside, pulling out his semi-erect cock. Jill was stunned. She had been with some well hung men in her youth, but nothing like Mike Sharpe had been blessed with. 'Or more like his lovers had been blessed with,' she though wryly. Mike was only semi erect and he was already thicker than Reed. As she watched in awe it continued to grow and amazingly, it got even thicker. It wasn't particularly long, but she had never seen any man with such a thick cock. Mike took her hand and pulled her a step away from the tree and captured her eyes. "Go ahead baby, you can touch it. I know you want to," he said as he guided her hand to his cock and bent to press his lips to hers. The skin was warm and silky and she felt it jump and grow even more in her hand as they kissed. Jill was amazed to find her earlier orgasm had done nothing to satiate her. If anything, it had only made her more aroused. The kiss was passionate and she was stroking him between their bodies when Mike abruptly broke the kiss and caught her shoulders. He spun her around and looped a hand around her waist while pushing her forwards. Jill reached out and grabbed the tree, to keep from falling forward. She felt Mike flip her skirt up over her back and felt his long fingers dig into the leg of her panties and pull them to one side. This was going too far. Too far, too fast, but she found herself helpless to protest in the face of the unreal lust their flirting had produced. She gasped when Mike rubbed the head up and down her slick lips. She jumped each time his head brushed her sensitized clit and growled in frustration when he kept the teasing up. Eventually, he seated at her entrance and she braced herself for it sliding in, but Mike held still. She looked back questioningly, but Mike just smiled. "If you want it, come get it baby." Jill felt slightly humiliated, but she knew she was going to. She pressed back with her hips, feeling his head expand her tight channel. She felt so full when the head slipped in and after a few more seconds of pushing back she felt absolutely stuffed. She braced herself to push back again, but suddenly Mike was gone. It took Jill's lust fogged head a few moments to realize it. When she turned back she saw him punch out onto the fairway, his cock still standing outside his slacks. Teasing was one thing, but that was insulting. She was about to get indignant when she saw Reed and Doctor Hackett pull up. Jill was glad she was still deep enough in the woods to be unseen and she quickly pulled her bra back up, her top down, adjusted her panties and hurried out to the cart path. Mike had already hit his shot and was putting his club up. He smiled as he took his seat in the cart and Jill primly sat next to him. "Any luck?" he called back over his shoulder. "Hell no," Reed spat, "Four dollar ball gone and I had to take a drop besides." "I found several balls," Dr. Hackett added before Mike took off. "Thanks Mike," she said as soon as they were out of earshot of the other cart. "For what?" "For looking out for me," she said quietly. "Jill, you're fine as hell and I want to hit that thing in the worst way, but I don't want to cause you any real problems. I mean, embarrassing you is one thing, letting you get into trouble is another." She smiled and touched his thigh and he smiled back. "Besides, I've still got the back nine," he added with a wink. They stopped and both Jill and Dr. Hackett got out of the carts. His shot was slightly farther back, so Jill studied her approach. She was at the foot of an old, thick pine and the trunk lay directly in her path to the green. There were really only two options. She could punch it back out in the fairway and give a stroke or she could try to chip over the tree. The problem was, there would be very little space on the green for her and a bunker was waiting if it ran too far. Normally, she would have kicked it back out onto the fairway, but she was having such a good round, she decided to try the more difficult shot. She put the ball far back in her stance and slashed down on it. The ball popped up high, cleared the tree and hit on the back of the green. Instead of bouncing off into the trap though, it bit hard and rolled back down towards the hole. "God damn!" Reed exclaimed. "Marvelous!" the doctor enthused. Jill blushed at the praise. "I've never seen you hit one with back up like that, Jill," the doctor said. "I've seen her back up," Mike observed dryly. Jill colored furiously as she saw suddenly in her mind's eye what Mike must have seen when she was pushing back on his cock. "It was an exceptional shot, dear," the doctor said. "But never all the way," Mike added as an afterthought. Jill walked to the green and tapped in for her eagle. She watched as Mike chipped over the green, then over again, then onto the green and three putted. Dr. Hackett took his birdie in stride, while Reed was lucky to save double. Nine was a long par four, over a series of almost mogul like undulating hillocks. Jill drove badly, her shot fading too far, but it ended up on the adjacent fairway. Dr. Hackett was right near her, so they rode together. He hit a five iron a little fat and missed the green. Jill, hit a four and stuck the green, three feet from the pin. When they got to the green Mike was lining up a putt and Reed was sitting in the cart stewing. "How'd you do?" she asked Mike. "Lying two. I really got a good one up and stuck it," he said, smiling as she colored. "Good show," Dr. Hackett said, before dropping his birdie putt. Jill sank hers with little trouble. Mike hit his just a little too softly and it stopped on the very edge of the cup. "Awww, don't you hate when you leave it on the lip?" Jill asked, meeting his glance with the most innocent expression she could muster. Mike laughed and tapped in and they all drove over to the Club House. Jill was in back, trying to decide on what to get to drink when she felt a presence behind her. "I'd get a poweraide, if I were you," he said quietly. Too quietly. She knew that comment was meant just for her and her blood went racing to her center, sending warm tendrils of desire though her stomach and pelvis. "Why's that?" she managed. "Because cocksucking is dry work or so I've been told," he said, pinching her ass and dodging away as she swatted at his hand. It was dark and the sky was ominous when they came out and drove over to the tee box for the tenth hole. Jill pared it, Mike was one over, Dr. Hackett saved birdie with a beautiful eighteen foot putt and Reed went three over. Jill hadn't seen him get this frustrated on a golf course in a long, long time. He was thinking too much, trying to hard and having no fun. He was also giving her the silent treatment. Obviously, he thought her good cheer and the perpetual grin she wore was because of the way she was playing. It was the best round of golf she had ever played, but her grin had little to do with the game. Jill was really pissed off now. When he had a good game she was always happy for him, no matter how badly she was playing. It just wasn't fair that he was taking no joy at all in her game. Number eleven was a short par three and when Reed missed his par putt he threw his putter towards the carts and stalked off mumbling to himself. Jill decided she wanted no part of that and hopped into the first cart. Mike got in and started driving towards three when the skies opened up. "Shit!" he exclaimed. Mike skirted the path crossed a thin median of grass and drove up to the central pavilions. These had been built like a wheel, with a central space that could shelter five or six carts from the rain and four single cart pavilions arranged around it, with their cart path's converging on the middle like spokes. Mike skewed the cart into the first single pavilion, smiling and waving at Reed and Dr. Hackett as they drove towards the main building. Reed flipped him off as they drove past. The rain was coming down so violently she couldn't even see the pavilion. Mike and Jill both got splashed as two more carts zoomed past. She was giggling and turned in her seat to get her towel off her bag. When she turned back around she dried off her face and arms and handed the towel to Mike. "Looks like we got a while," he said, glancing meaningfully at his crotch. "Never can tell with these summer storms," she replied, glancing again at the main pavilion. It was an indistinct shape, obscured by the falling rain. She couldn't even tell how many carts were under there. "Heavy stuff hasn't even started yet." Jill looked him in the eye, and felt her body flush and the blood race to her center. "Mike, what are you suggesting?" "Well," he said, "I was thinking maybe you'd like a little taste, since I already got one." As he spoke, he undid his fly and freed his erect cock. Jill got a good look at it now, and marveled at its girth. The skin was shiny, darker than his over all complexion and the head was a purplish black, like on over ripe plum. Jill glanced back at the pavilion and listened to the tempo of the rain. It was hard and strong, but she knew it could let up in a moment. That probably sealed it for her. She found Mike attractive, she freely admitted it, but the public nature of the acts was an even greater turn on. She had never imagined public sex could be so wildly erotic. Nor had she realized what a thrill the taboo nature of sex with Mike would be. She had never even entertained the idea cheating on her husband could be such a thrill. All of these, coupled with his frank admiration blended into a turn on too wild to refuse. The final part of it had nothing to do with sex however. It had to do with Mike's nature. Throughout the day, he had been particularly vigilant and protective of her. Showing a greater degree of concern for her situation than her own body had allowed her to. He made her feel safe and secure, even as she was enjoying the thrill of possible discovery. That meant so much. Jill wrapped her hand around his shaft and began to pump his cock as she kissed him. It was a deep kiss, but she broke it before it got too intense and with a final glance at the pavilion, she leaned in and over, putting her head in his lap. Jill was no stranger to giving head, in fact, she honestly enjoyed it. She took a great deal of pleasure from her partner's pleasure and had with all her boyfriends and her husband. Mike was a challenge, in his girth and size and she was curious to see if she could do it. Jill licked the silky head, twirling her tongue around it and dusting the underside with her tongue, all the while slowly stroking the shaft. She sucked the head into her mouth, keeping up a good suction, while still using her tongue. It was big, but not incredibly so, and she soon got comfortable with the dimensions. Mike was jogging his hips, one huge hand resting on the back of her head as she began to bob. With each downstroke she took a little more, until the head began pressing on her tonsils. Mike grunted in surprise when she steadied herself and slowly went down on him, letting the head push past her tonsils and into the tight confines of her throat. She fought her reflexes and pushed down, until the shaft was incased in her hot mouth. Only when her nose bumped his thigh did she come back up. "God damn!" Jill smiled up at him and dramatically licked the now shiny head like an ice cream cone. She returned to bobbing on it, working the shaft with an up and down motion and adding a twisting of her hand. She could taste him and it tasted good. Salty, but also strong. Soon, the flavor increased as he began to breathe heavily. She didn't know how long she had been at it when she felt his body tense, his hand twined in her hair, and with a grunt she felt the first blast of his orgasm. Jill clamped her lips tightly around his shaft and sucked, still using her tongue to stimulate him as her mouth filled with his seed. Jill swallowed once and continued to gently suck and lick until he began to get soft and his cock stopped oozing cum. She sat up and daintily wiped her lips. Mike was staring at her with the strangest expression and she suddenly became very self conscious. "Did I do something wrong?" "No!" he exclaimed, reaching out to tenderly touch her cheek. "You didn't so anything wrong babe. I've been with my share of women and one or two could take it all, but I've never had a girl swallow. Every guy's wet dream. You're just fucking unbelievable, that's all." Jill smiled and snuggled up against him as he put an arm around her. The rain continued to fall and for a while they just sat there enjoying the moment. Jill was listening to the rain when Mike gave her a nudge. When she looked down and saw his cock growing again she was astounded. "I think it's time to finish what we started baby," he said smoothly, enjoying her awed expression. "Not much room here," she said with a smile, her eyes still glued to his rapidly growing hard on. "No problem, Just stand up and lean out the front." She shouldn't have, but at this point, she just didn't care anymore. Her body was on fire and its demands were stronger than any reservation she had. Jill stood up, spread her legs and leaned out over the front of the cart, putting both hands on the small hood that protruded from it. Mike scooted over to the center of the seat and she felt the cool air on her ass as he flipped her skirt up. She felt his long fingers slip into her panties and peel them down her legs. She only stepped out of one of the leg holes, leaving them around her left ankle. Her mind rebelled one final time. This wasn't flirting, it was cheating. Even worse, she was about to have unprotected sex with Mike. This should have given her pause, but instead, it simply added to the fires burning inside her, making it all the more imperative she do it. The rain was still falling hard, but she could hear that it was starting to slack up. She pressed back to Mike as he put both hands on the uprights that held the canopy of the cart. She felt his cock pressed between her legs and felt an incredible stab of anticipation and excitement. Mike used one hand to line up and then thrust forward. He was so big, but Jill was so well lubricated by now that he effortlessly sank most of it in that initial thrust. Jill grunted as the air was pushed from her lungs. He was in her and she swore she could feel every vein and bump on that magnificent cock. Almost like she could make a sculpture of it just from the way it felt. She intentionally tightened her inner muscles and Mike groaned. He started to thrust then, his hip working his cock, while his arms supported his weight. He was slow at first, but soon he was pounding into Jill with reckless abandon. For her part, there seemed to be a never ending flow of sensation for her pussy that rapidly escalated to the point where she knew nothing, felt nothing, could understand nothing, but the huge cock that was so deliciously expanding her tight channel and leaving it empty, only to return and expand it again. Jill came like an atomic bomb, barely able to suppress her barks of pleasure. A second orgasm, then a third, and another coming so closely upon the preceding that the ripples of euphoria crossed each other, blended, merged and separated. Her sense of time warped, as each ripple became a discreet event in her mind, a shrieking high of pleasure that was eclipsed by the next. The sensation was unreal and her hips were thrusting back violently to meet him when Mike groaned. Tee Time He released the uprights, grabbed her hips and fell back on the seat, carrying Jill with him. Even if she had understood what was happening, she would have been powerless to stop it. As it was, she continued to grind her hips on his cock for a few moments before another orgasm blotted out the world. She came down from that one to find herself still sitting in his lap, his cock still buried in her pussy. Mike was breathing heavily and helped her get off and back into the seat with some difficulty. It seemed his legs weren't working any better than her own. Her skirt was still up and Mike reached between her legs, and thrust a finger deeply into her. When he withdrew, she could see how it glistened with a mixture of their juices. "Just like I promised babe, one well buttered muffin," he managed. Jill's mind raced. She was trying, but having absolutely no success in remembering when her last period had been. She was tense for a few seconds and then relaxed completely. Nothing to be done about it now, she thought. They were both looking at one another when a figure emerged from the rain. Dr. Hackett sprinted up until he was under the edge of the Pavilion. Jill froze, her body going stiff as a board, but the Dr. just wiped his face. Mike tossed him the towel and he gratefully dried off. "Frog strangler," he declared. "Lucky we were close. I saw some more carts come past," Mike said. He had let his shirt fall over his trousers, covering him. Jill checked to see if her skirt was decent and nearly died when she saw her rumpled panties around her ankle. If the doctor came any closer, he would have to notice. She was again glad of Mike's quick thinking. By tossing the Dr. a towel, the older man hadn't approached and was leaning against the pavilion support. Jill was praying hard and fast as the two men continued to talk. "Anyway, I called the weather bureau, it's just a passing storm. Should be playing out in a minute or two. I'd like to continue, but Reed says he's going in. Can't really blame him with the kind of day he's had, but since Jill was having such a good round, I came back to see if you two would like to finish it out?" "If Reed takes the cart back are you going to walk it?" Mike asked. "No, Dr. Kent and his brother Judge Murray and his sister Helen are at the pavilion. They don't mind playing a sixsome, and I can just move my sticks to his cart." "I want to play it out, rain or no," Jill said. The Doctor smiled at her. "I thought you would. Even if the water hurts you, it will still be an exceptional day for you." "How am I supposed to get home?" "I volunteered to drive you," the Doctor said. "No sense in that Frank, you live in the other direction. I'll take her home," Mike said. "Great. I'll let Reed know," he said, before tuning and jogging back towards the pavilion. Jill immediately thrust her leg through her panties and wiggled into them, before smoothing her skirt and sitting back down. She could feel the thin material sticking to her still wet lips.