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Adventures on the Golf Course- Part I

Date: 11/20/2017, Categories: Quickie Sex, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

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 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 ...