The Golf Outing - A Sex Story
Playing golf is one of my passions in life. I find it extremely challenging, and I'm a pretty good player. I recently made a move that increased my opportunities to play, moving from the West Coast and its very crowded and expensive golf courses, to a small town in the Rocky Mountains that has several mostly deserted courses. My new favorite course is one that stretches miles through the canyons and plateaus of the high plains. It was designed to have many homes built on the fairways, but the economy being what it is, it's almost devoid of homes except for a couple of holes. In fact, there are holes on the back 9 that are completely isolated. Many times I have played this particular course by myself without seeing anyone in front or behind me. I take my time, play two balls, and hit extra shots. It's beautiful for a golf junkie.
Recently a female golfing friend of mine from the Coast was venturing east on a driving vacation, and made a stop near my new home. Since she had her clubs with her, we decided to meet for a round at my favorite course. It was great to see someone from my former life, so we spent much of the front 9 talking about mutual friends, our lives, jobs, and anything else we could think of. Eventually, however, our golfing got serious. She's an athletic lady, and a terrific golfer, so our competitive juices came alive as we made the turn and headed for the final nine holes.
We were both playing inspired golf. She marveled at how much farther the ball traveled at altitude, and she had her A game going. Unfortunately for her, I was on my game, and was hitting the ball as well as I had all summer. By the par 5, 14th hole, I was up a few strokes and was feeling very confident. I pulled out my driver and took a mighty swing, wanting to crush the ball and impress my friend. But the funny thing about golf, the harder you swing, the poorer the shot. In this case, I almost missed the ball and topped it so badly that it barely made it off the tee box. My friend almost fell out of the cart, she was laughing so hard. When she regained her composure, she looked at me and said, "You know what that means, don't you?" I looked at my ball sitting only yards from where we stood, and noticed that it hadn't reached the women's tee. "You don't mean. . ." I stuttered, remembering the joke I shared with my guy playing partners that if your drive doesn't pass the women's tee, you have to play the hole with your dick sticking out. "Yep," she smiled wickedly. "You need to play this hole with your little guy hanging out! I'll even let you hit your tee shot again if you do."
I didn't know how to respond. I just stared at her, trying to decide what to do. I knew we hadn't seen any other golfers in at least an hour, and that this particular hole was very secluded. Finally I thought to myself, why not. I decided to turn the tables on her and start to pull my cock out of my pants, figuring that she would realize what I was doing, and stop me. As my hand started down my pants, she just started cheering me on. This really confused me, because we were just golfing friends and had never had any kind of relationship. In addition to being confused, I have to admit I was also a little bit turned on. So, I turned to face her and put my hand all the way down my pants until I had my now stirring dick in my hand. I started bringing it out of my pants with the one hand, and the same time I slid the front of my shorts down. Half way out of my pants, there was still a chance that my cock would remain covered as I was quickly losing my nerve. I paused. "Come on, you can do it," she encouraged. What the hell. I brought it out, and at the same time lowered my pants so they were riding low around my hips. I let go, and just stood there in front of her with my male parts exposed. "Now I get my shot again," I said. I picked up my driver and turned to tee up another ball. My friend excitedly yelled, "Wait", and rushed around to the other side. "I want to watch this," she stressed.
My heart rate was way up, my palms were sweaty, and my dick was growing with excitement, but I was going to take this shot. I teed the ball up and tried hard to concentrate. The whole while, my friend was staring at my swelling prick. Somehow I was able to hit a good shot despite the pressure and my swinging member. It went long and straight, and as I looked down, I noticed my cock was likewise.
Giggling, we walked back to the cart. I started to pull up my pants, but she grabbed my arm and said, "Oh no! The entire hole." My face was now starting to flush, but I was also enjoying this for some reason. So I sat in the cart still exposed and waited for her to hit her drive. It went like that for the entire hole. I hit my shots with my pants eventually around my ankles, and she watched and giggled. I knew she was enjoying the show. Somehow, with my second chance drive, I had an opportunity for a par, as did she. My putt was a 10-footer, and hers was slightly less. Concentrating hard, I hit my putt true, and it tumbled in. I looked at her and said, "Let's make your putt a little more interesting."
"What do you have in mind," she said with a grin. "Make it, and I'll play the next hole without any pants. Miss it, and you take off your bra, unbutton your blouse, and play with your boobs hanging out." I had always wanted to get a peek at her breasts and figured this might be my best (and only) chance. "She squinted her eyes at me, thought about it for a couple of seconds, and said, "Sure, why not." Then she added, "You seem to like the idea," and nodded at my crotch. My still uncovered cock had sprung to attention at the thought of seeing her nearly topless. She turned, lined up her putt, and hit it confidently. It was right on line, but then started breaking slightly left. It slowed, hit the left side of the hole, and for a split second it looked like the ball stopped and was deciding whether to go in or stay out. My good fortune, it lipped out and stopped centimeters from the cup. "Praise the Lord," I yelped.
