Adventures on the Golf Course- Part I

I needed a new adventure... in the worst way! I?d like to consider myself an average gal that when given the time, can fix myself up to turn any man?s head. I stand about 5?3 to 5?4, so I am short by most standards. My boobs are all natural and an average 36c cup. I try to keep my waist in proportion to the rest of my body with crunches every morning. My guy friends say I have a ?J-Lo Booty?, which I guess is a compliment, but only if I am letting it all hang out there. I am twenty four and I have been out of college about two years. College was a blast for me, because I could get any guy I wanted, at the drop of a dime, if I wore my tight jeans or tight fitting spandex running shorts and flashed a little bit of cleavage and a smile. I am not a whore, but I can think and act like one, if I needed to. I never had to buy a drink at a bar the entire time I was in college. College was my official wakening call to the wonderful world of sex. I tried to settle down with one guy for a while, but after experiencing a gang bang with a team of well endowed frat boys, I knew that I enjoyed sex way too much to keep my legs closed for only one guy. After college however, things changed and I did what I said I wouldn?t do, settle down. Unfortunately, I still craved the wild party days of college. I found myself two years removed from the partying lifestyle. I had an unfilled strong craving for unadulterated wild sex, but finding the right guy, became more and more of a chore. I didn?t want just any guy, but an athletic guy, someone who looked just the right way, someone who could look at me and instantly, I would melt. I began eyeing every guy I would see at the local supermarket, hoping to snare the right one. I wore shorts that were two sizes to small to show off my J-Lo ass. I made sure I wore tight, form-fitting, low cut shirts or sports bras to show off my cleavage. I got a lot of looks, but no takers. I thought for a while that perhaps I had lost that magic sex appeal and charm and it depressed me, until I started reading erotic stories on the internet. Suddenly, a spark ignited in my head. I needed to go to where the guys were, not a club with Latin heart-throbs, or the super-market, but a golf course. My only problem was that I didn?t know the first thing about golf etimesgut escort and even though I could watch a few instructional videos on line, golf was still a tricky sport. I read on-line about a nearby golf course that rented out clubs. So I headed out to the driving range at a nearby golf course. I wore a very sexy short skirt and one of my form-fitting tight shirts, bobby socks and my cheerleader athletic shoes. I?m sure the guys in the pro shop thought I was some type of hooker, but I really didn?t care. I dropped my credit card on the desk and they brought me a set of clubs. I dropped three tokens into the ?range balls? machine and set my bucket at the ball drop. The bucket quickly filled up and I totted it, and the clubs, out and on to the driving range. I dumped the balls out on the ground and took out one of the clubs, the one with the biggest head. I lined the head of the club up with a ball and took my first swing. Swoosh. Strike one. I lined things up again and swoosh. Strike two. I could hear the ping of golf balls being hit on either side of me. For the most part, everyone was either an old man or a middle aged woman. I lined the club head up again with the ball and took a good swing. The club head hit the earth and dirt flew everywhere. ?Fuck!? I remarked quietly to myself. ?Take your time,? a mellow voice from behind me remarked. I turned towards the voice. A fairly good-looking middle aged man, about thirty five to forty, with close cropped hair and square jaw, stood about ten feet behind me. ?You?re rushing things,? he added. ?Don?t be in a hurry.? ?I?m just learning,? I replied. ?Ahhhh, I see,? he replied. ?Just keep practicing.? I tapped a ball into a hitting zone and lined up the face club again. Swoosh. Ping! The ball zipped along the grass from the t-platform and stopped about twenty five yards out from where I stood. ?Get under it,? the mellow voice remarked. I turned back towards my advisor and smiled. ?How do I get under it?? I inquired. ?Don?t top it- hit the ball square on the back, not the top of it,? he said. I lined up another ball and took a swing. Swoosh. I missed. I looked back at my helper. He didn?t say anything. ?It was a practice swing,? I remarked, trying to excuse my obvious eryaman escort inabilities to connect. I lined the club up again with the ball and took another swing. Ping! The ball sailed high. I had no idea where it went or how far it travelled. ?There you go,? My golf advisor announced. ?That was a good connection!? There was something about my newfound friend that I admired. Maybe it was his mellow voice, or his casual golf attire. I wasn?t sure. He was older than I would have preferred, but upon giving him a second look, I decided to take a chance. ?How long have you been playing?? I casually asked. ?Since I was sixteen,? he replied. ?Did I hear right that you?re just learning?? ?Yes,? I replied, ?I want to surprise my boyfriend.? I didn?t have a boyfriend, but wanted to play it safe. There are lots of weird people and I sure didn?t want to get raped or worse. His said his name was Evan and that he was in insurance sales. ?You should get golf pro to give you some lessons,? Evan remarked. ?I would, but I can?t afford their rates,? I replied. I lined up another ball and took a swing. Swoosh. Nothing but air. ?Fuck!? I mumbled under my breath. Evan stepped over closer to where I was standing, using my foot to separate out a separate ball. ?Can I show you a few things?? he asked. ?Sure,? I replied. ?OK,? he remarked, ?First of all, your stance is off.? He toed a ball into position and lined up about a foot from it. ?You don?t want to stand over the ball and you don?t want to have to reach for it,? he remarked. He stepped to the side and I stepped in place where he had been standing. ?No, no, no,? he remarked. He put his muscular hands on my hips and repositioned me. ? Spread your legs a little farther apart,? he commented. ?When you go to swing,? he instructed, ?Swing back slowly and turn your hips.? As he spoke, he pulled back on the right side of my hip. Instinctively, I took a step back. ?No, no, no,? he remarked, ?You have to keep your head in and feet in place.? He demonstrated the right way to swing, making it look so effortless. I lined up and took another swing at the ball. Swoosh. I missed the ball entirely. ?No, no, no,? Evan intoned. He stepped up behind me and put his muscular hands around me, repositioning my hands sincan escort on the club. ?Hold it like this,? he remarked. He put his hands over mine and showed me how to hold the club. He towered over me at about 6?0, but he was careful to not be pushy. He gently guided my arm back, as I held on to the club. ?You draw back slow, keeping your eye on the ball,? he remarked, ?Then you swing in one smooth motion, following all the way through.? Evan stepped back and I did as he instructed. Swoosh. Ping! Zing! I had no idea where the ball went. ?Yes!? Evan exclaimed, ?Thatagirl! That is the way to hit a championship drive!? I was excited and I tossed my arms around him, hugging and thanking him. Evan placed his arms around me and patted me on my back. ?Just keep your head down and keep practicing,? Evan encouraged. Our brief hug initiated a strong desire that I hadn?t anticipated. ?How much would you charge for lessons?? I inquired. ?Oh, I don?t give lessons,? he responded. ?You should,? I replied, twirling a finger in my pony tail. I could tell our close proximity had caused a bulge to form in his pants. He kicked a couple of balls to the side and lined them up for practice swings. I stood by and watched. Every swing seemed effortless and the balls sailed high and far. ?You?re good,? I remarked after he hit his last ball. ?Do you play by yourself?? I inquired. ?Not usually, but I am today,? he responded, ? . . .unless you want to tag along.? ?I?m not any good,? I replied, ? . .. but I?d love to watch you in action.? I chose my words carefully and discreetly, just to gage his reaction. ?Come on,? he replied. I picked up my golf bag. ?Let me,? he remarked, taking my bag and slinging it over his muscular shoulder. I followed him to a row of golf carts and watched as he strapped our golf bags into the cart. I slipped on to the leather white seat beside him and we took off. The wind blew my skirt up, briefly exposing my white panties. I slapped my hand down on it to keep it in place. As we rolled up to the first hole, he remarked, ?You first.? I dropped my ball on the close cut grass and looked down the course for the pin. ?Yo!? Evan called out from the cart. In his hand, he held up a little white wooden ?t?. I was truly a novice as I had no idea what the item was. I walked back to the cart and he handed me the ?t?. ?You put it in the ground,? he instructed, ??and then you set the ball on the little cup.? I returned to the ?t-box? and bent over to place the ?t ? and ball into position, giving Evan, I am sure, a perfect shot of my cute ass.