Golf Lesson
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2021 by Mat Twassel
Fiction Sex Story: The hotshot assistant golf pro thinks he can best Lisa. Yeah, right. Illustrated.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Sports Illustrated .
Tom, the new assistant pro, thought he was so hot. He thought he was so cool. Well, he was hot, and he was cool, but that didn’t mean Foxy wasn’t going to teach him a lesson.
“Up for a match?” she asked.
“You play golf?” Tom sneered. “I’m scratch. So how many strokes you need me to give you?”
“Heck,” Foxy said, “I ought to be giving you strokes.”
“You want to play me even?” the pro scoffed, leering at Foxy. “What shall we play for?”
“You beat me and you can fuck me,” Foxy replied.
“Now that’s a wager I can go for,” said Tom.
Fifteen minutes later they met on the first tee. Foxy hit a good drive, 200 yards down the middle. The pro slugged his ball a hundred yards past hers.
“Good one,” Foxy said. She knocked her approach onto the green, twenty feet from the flagstick. But the pro wedged his ball inside of six feet. “Not bad,” Foxy admitted. Her birdie putt lipped out. Tom knocked his into the cup for a one hole lead.
“Like taking candy from a baby,” said Tom with a grin. He had the honor on the second hole, a par three of 169 yards, and he lofted an eight iron onto the back of the green, but with plenty of bite, and it rolled down to within two feet of the cup. “Rats, I could have used another hole in one,” he chortled. “You about ready to give up?”
Foxy waggled her four iron, struck it solidly, but the ball came up just short of the putting surface, leaving a 30 foot uphill putt.
“I think I’m going to have to line this one up,” she told the pro. “Mind if I plumb bob it?”
“Knock yourself out,” said the pro as he marked his ball. When he looked up he saw that Foxy had pushed the bodice of her shirt below her breasts.
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