Golf Lessons

I’m a former golf pro that lives in a condo in a gated community. I played Division I golf in college and tried for a few years to make the tour, but decided to just give it up, enjoy the game, and use my major and become a physical education teacher. The community I live in has an amazing golf course and I play as much as possible.
Last winter, a young couple with two kids bought and moved into one the mansions that overlook the course. I had one of the kids in class and got him interested in the game, and his parents joined the course. I saw them as a family on the course a few times in the spring and made small talk with them. The wife (Whitney) is a knockout. Long blonde hair that she curls, 5’5”, huge t***, great personality—perfect.
The way our golf course works is they start taking tee times at 7:30a.m., but you can tee off before that if you want. In the summer, I usually go out extremely early to get in practice before the course gets crowded. One morning, as I was teeing off early, I saw a Whitney four holes ahead of me wearing a very short skirt and a tank top. I soon caught up to her and she was embarrassed to play in my presence. She said she didn’t feel like going for her morning jog and decided to play golf for exercise instead. She played terrible. I offered to help her with her game and the entire back nine turned into a lesson for her. I gave her many tips and I even held her hips many times to show her how to swing. We were driving separate carts so I really didn’t get to talk to her too much, but I flirted with her every chance I got.
We made it to the 18th green and finished the round. As is customary at our place, I hugged her and said I appreciated playing with her. It was only like 11:00 a.m. I told her that if the bar was open, I would buy her a drink. She said, “We can get a drink at my place.”
I agreed nervously, and followed her cart back to her mansion.
We walked up several flights of stairs up to her deck three stories above the golf course where there was a full bar. She made a pitcher of margaritas and we sat and got a little tipsy. I learned her husband was away on business and her kids stayed at friends’ houses. I then talked her into a few shots of tequila. I was buzzed and she was wasted and we started making out.
She stopped and said that she couldn’t go through with it, so I said Ok and asked to go to the bathroom. She led me through French doors from the deck to the master bedroom. I p***** and then came out of the restroom. She was sitting on the bed, legs crossed, looking upset. I walked up to her, said nothing, and jumped on top of her. She was pulling my clothes off faster than I could pull hers off. Soon she was going down on me and I her. She got on top of me, grabbed my c***, and slid it down into her. I tried to f*** her in different positions, but she just wanted to be on top, f****** me like crazy. I blew my load deep inside of her, we cuddled for a bit and then I left. I’ve seen a few times since then, but I’ve never been able to discuss it with her. I hope I get the chance to talk to her (and to f*** her again).

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  • Hope you got to f*** her again

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