"Oh fuck, I'm late!"

Speaking quickly into her cell phone, 41-year old Natalie Franklin grinds her white high heel harder down on the accelerator of the BMW. On the other end of the line, a very girlish laugh is heard.

"What are you giggling at, Tracy?"

"It's just funny," she vaguely announces in a very soft voice.

"What?" demands Natalie, already frustrated.

"Hearing you say the F word. You never used to say it before."

In fact, Natalie looks like about the last person in the world who would say it. Appearing very business like and professional, she's a little embarrassed, but then remembers that Tracy swears all the time, and checks her watch again.

"Crystal better be at the course already," warns Natalie. "This is the pro's last lesson of the day. He might leave if neither of us show up on time. We've already canceled twice. I don't know what Jim would do if we missed this one. He's even going to quiz us tonight about the first lesson, and he said we better know 'em all. That meeting would just never end!"

"Why does he want you two to golf so badly?" wonders Tracy.

"Oh, I don't know," says Natalie, exasperated. "He met this golf pro last month at a football game, and the guy convinced him to take it up. Jim always thought golf was for sissies, but I guess since this guy was at a football game, he thought it must be manly enough. And now he loves it, and won't stop talking about it."

"Right, so why does he want you and Crystal to golf so badly?" repeats Tracy, still confused.

"He's convinced it will be good for us, and that golf," chuckles Natalie, "will somehow magically make our lives complete or some shit like that."

Tracy's girlish giggles start up again.

"What?" asks Natalie, who then realizes. "Hey, I'm allowed to say 'shit, ' all right? And 'fuck.' Shit, shit, shit! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Hey!" fights back Tracy, struggling to contain her laughter. "I was just laughing about golf completing people's lives, not you!"

"Sure you were. Hey, could you hold on a minute? I'm coming up to a red light, and I'm gonna have to change on the way to give myself any chance, just in case Crystal's still at cheerleading practice and isn't holding him there."

"Changing in the car now, Natalie?" says Tracy, amazed. "You're like a whole new person."

Not having time to worry about that, although she wishes she did, Natalie just repeats "hold on a minute," slows to a stop at the light, tosses the phone on the passenger seat, and starts peeling off her clothes.

Starting with her silky black chemise, she hurriedly untucks it from within her knee length white skirt, reaches behind her head with both hands and pulls it up and off by the collar, finding no resistance from her short, but cute blonde hair. Revealing no bra, she suddenly remembers she's in public, and takes a fast look around while clutching her bare breasts in her hands. No cars on either side, she sees, but one behind her, which honks twice as Natalie reaches for her new golf shirt. "Oh fuck," she whispers, and steps on the gas at the waiting green light.

Putting her left hand on the wheel, she carefully conceals both breasts with her right arm and starts talking to herself. "Did I just say 'fuck' again? I've gotta stop doing that. And what does she mean I'm 'like a whole new person'?" And with that, she puts her right hand on the wheel also and briefly glances down at her nude breasts. "My tits are as firm as they were twenty years ago. I'd like to hear Tracy say that with a straight face." Although not large, they were as perky a pair as a woman over 40 could hope for, with no tan lines to speak of.

She checks the time again and sighs, half hoping for a red light so she can put on her shirt, half hoping for green so she can get there quicker.

Meanwhile at the golf course, 18-year old Robert Jones crushes a drive, which bangs high off the driving range fence, over 250 yards away.

"You still haven't gotten one over?" asks Mike, the golf pro, wiping the smile off of the young man's face, who just shakes his head.

"Like you could," he says under his breath once the pro's out of earshot.

"Hey, I'm locking up," the pro announces. "Looks like they're not gonna show. Too bad, too -- Jim's daughter is a knock out. He showed me a picture of her in her little cheerleader's uniform. His wife's not bad, either."

Robert half smiles, glad they won't have to deal with the sexual harassment Mike inflicts on all his good looking female students.

"Hey, that's not your driver," the pro says accusingly. "You didn't even bring your clubs tonight. Shit, Robert, I told you you can't just take clubs from the pro shop anymore. Those are for customers to try out. Now don't do it again, unless you plan on buying it."

"I might."

"Yeah, right," laughs the pro. "That's worth three hundred bucks. Shit, you could have chipped it. Now hand it over."

"I didn't chip --"

"Fine, fine," interrupts the pro as he takes the club. "Go get all the range buckets. Carlos better be back tomorrow. Home sick, my ass. I'm locking up. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Asshole," breathes Robert, who picks up his watch from the bench -- "damn!" -- and starts running down the long range.

Still driving topless, Natalie picks up the phone with a stunned look on her face. "Tracy? Are you still there? Tracy? Tracy!"

"I'm here," she says after a small wait.

"You would not believe what just happened!" exclaims Natalie. "I finally got to a red light so I can put my shirt on, and then this asshole in the car next to me whistles, and when I look over he gives me a thumbs up and he's sitting there with his, you know, with his thing out! And he's, you know, he's..."

"Jacking off?"

"Yes!" screams Natalie, stunned at how calmly her friend is taking this. "Can you believe that?!"

"You know, it's funny," starts Tracy.

"What is?!"

"For someone who says the F word so often, you get all tongue tied talking about 'his thing' and can't even say 'jacking off.'"

"Well I'm in shock, all right?" says Natalie, defending herself. "And I don't say the F word that often!"

After a longer than normal pause, Natalie hears Tracy moan slightly. "Tracy? Are you OK?"

"Wonderful," she groans.

"You don't sound wonderful," states Natalie, starting to get worried.

"How big was he?"

"What?" asks Natalie, confused.

"How big was the guy's thing?"

"Tracy!"

"What?" asks a giggling Tracy in her little girl voice.

"I don't know how big, OK?" says Natalie, starting to smile.

"Bigger than Jim's?"

"Tracy! I'm not going to answer that," she says definitively. "And why are you sounding like that?"

"How big was what guy's thing?" asks a muffled, and decidedly male voice on the other end of the line.

"Who said that?" questions Natalie, very surprised. "Was that Bill?"

"Of course it's... Bill," grunts Tracy.

Natalie quickly pulls her white golf shirt on at the next red light, thankful that the pervert turned a couple blocks back.

"What are you two doing?"

"Well we're fucking of course," moans Tracy, with emphasis on "fuck." "Your favorite word."

"Oh my god!" gasps Natalie. "I can't believe you're doing that while talking to me!"

"Well it's your fault, you know."

"My fault?" asks Natalie, very confused, as she feels her hard nipples poking through her new shirt, after being exposed to the cool night air. "How?"

"You made fun of my sagging tits."

"You heard that? I'm sorry, Tracy. I didn't realize I was talking that loud," Natalie says, wondering who else might have heard her. "But wait, how does that make it my fault that you're having sex?"

"Well I was a little hurt by that, and I thought, 'well at least mine are double ds, ' and I took off my shirt and called Bill into the kitchen --"

"You're doing it in the kitchen?" asks Natalie, still stunned by all this.

"And I guess he was surprised to see me without my top, and maybe noticed that I looked a little sad, and he asked me what's wrong," Tracy says, distinctly sounding like she's bouncing. "I asked him if he still liked my boobs, and he walked over to where I was sitting and said 'what do you think?' as he put my hand on his crotch and I could already feel him getting hard..."

Wide eyed, Natalie doesn't bother to change the rest of her clothes at the next red light -- too enthralled by the story.

"So while still holding the phone against my ear, I pulled down his shorts with my left hand, and I bent over and took his entire cock into my mouth..."

Natalie's chin drops.

"I love feeling him get hard inside me, especially in my mouth, so I just stared up at him and didn't move, feeling him grow..."

She licks her lips.

"After his head eased down my throat, I started sucking him in long, full strokes, never taking my eyes off his..."

Starts squirming around in her leather car seat.

"Then I heard your voice in my ear and I almost choked. I totally forgot I was on the phone. But then when you started calling my name... I got really wet, and I just kept sucking him until I had to answer just so you wouldn't hang up..."

Natalie can't believe this, and doesn't know how to react.

"But when I took my lips off his cock to talk, Bill up and left! I was so mad at you. But your voice was so sexy, and when you started talking about that guy jacking off while watching you, I jammed my hand down my panties and just attacked my clit... Are you still there? Natalie? Natalie?"

Tracy's soft voice had the same effect on her friend, as Natalie felt herself instantly get wet at the sound of her name being called. "Listen, I'm getting real close, so hurry up and finish the story."

Tracy gasps, and then asks, "Close to what?"

"The golf course," answers Natalie, confused.

"Oh, right."

"What did you think?"

"Anyway, I was just sitting there talking to you, minding my own business like a good girl, rubbing my clit, totally unsuspecting, when Bill comes up from behind me and lifts me off the chair from my hips. Then he grabbed the straps of my panties and pulled them down slowly, caressing my ass and legs on the way. I hear the chair move, and then he turns me around and I see him sitting in my seat, his big hard cock staring straight up at me, still glistening with my saliva..."

Natalie bites her lip.

"Then he lifts me off the ground by my ass, and slowly lowers my pussy over him, impaling me with his cock. And that's when he spoke up, right after he started sucking on my left nipple. And sure, I could have said we weren't fucking, but you asked us what we were doing and I couldn't lie to you."

"Yeah, but you didn't have to tell me all that!" exclaims Natalie, who then very shyly asks, "By the way, what have you been doing since then?"

"Ooh, so you have enjoyed this, huh?" says a relieved Tracy. "Well, he squeezed my ass really tight with both hands, and started sliding me up and down over his cock, while sucking and biting my tits. Slow at first, but starting to get really fast and hard now... Oh, it feels so good."

"Why are you telling me all this?" asks Natalie, impressed by her friend's daring. "I mean, you've never told me about your sex life in such detail."

"Well I know you and Jim haven't done it in a while, and I wanted to give you a thrill, get those old juices flowing," says Tracy, who suddenly starts moaning louder. "Oh Natalie, I'm cumming! Natalie! Ohhhhhh!"

Almost missing the turn, Natalie jerks the wheel with her left hand, barely swerving safely into the dark and deserted golf course parking lot. Hearing Tracy's shrieks of ecstasy the whole time, she hastily slides into the nearest space. Still overwhelmed that Tracy would call her name out, and assuming now that she missed the lesson, Natalie finds herself needing to know every last detail of the encounter. Not wanting to sound too eager, she waits for an opening between moans and then says, "Bill sure was quiet."

"Well he hasn't cum yet."

"Oh," Natalie says, a little confused.

"He hasn't came inside me since we had Johnny."

"Oh, of course," says Natalie, nodding. "So you just leave him like that?"

Tracy laughs and says, "I thought you were in a hurry."

"Oh, well, I've still got a little way to go," Natalie lies, not that it matters anymore.

"So you want to hear the end of the story now?"

"Sure."

"OK... I'm slowly standing up and off of his dick now, which is still as hard as ever. I'm dropping to my knees in front of him, wearing nothing but little white socks, holding the phone to my right ear..."

Unable to wait any longer, Natalie nestles the phone against her shoulder and lifts her ass off the seat just enough to slide off her skirt. And just when she starts to ease her hand down her panties, headlights engulf the car and she freezes, still listening carefully.

"Wow, Bill's cock is completely covered in my juices. Ooh, it's even dripping off his balls. I'm gonna take his balls into my mouth now and suck them clean. Mmm..."

A little blue Volkswagen speeds past Natalie - who slides down her seat, barely out of view -- and screeches to a stop at the entrance to the public course. She peers over the steering wheel to see Robert quickly exit the vehicle, leaving the loud motor on.

"Mmm, I taste good. Time for a second helping. Mmm, I'm licking my cum off his dick now. Running my tongue down the length of him. Time for the big finish..."

From her spot in the lot, Natalie could see the young man jog quite a distance, pick up something small from a bench, and begin his return.

"I'm going to suck his cock really hard now until he cums in my mouth..."

Natalie, who hasn't pleasured herself yet, although her fingers are resting on her engorged clit under her panties, has to make a decision. As she hears her friend's obscenely loud sucking and slurping sounds, she knows that her last chance to get the lesson in tonight and save her and her daughter from her husband's wrath will drive off in about 30 seconds when he re-enters his car. He couldn't be the pro, she thinks. He's too young. But he appears to know the place well and is definitely a golfer, who might be able to help her pass Jim's quiz about the first lesson - The Proper Grip.

Perfect timing, Natalie concludes. From the sound of it, Tracy's swallowing Bill's cum to end the story and their telephone conversation, which is still extremely shocking to her. And now this golfer luckily appears out of nowhere to make up for her tardiness. Although it does look like he's in a hurry.

Tracy starts sucking even louder, if that's possible, as Natalie pulls her thin white skirt back up and over her hips. She notices for the first time just how soaked her panties are. When she sees that her juices are even seeping into her skirt, she looks up at Robert and is thankful to see that he's started walking and appears to be fastening on a watch. After taking a deep breath, she bunches up her skirt, revealing her white thigh high stockings. Then she reaches for the straps and pulls down her drenched panties, carefully slipping them by her high heels. Picking up her new golf shorts from the passenger seat, she realizes she doesn't have time to change, but instead dabs her pussy dry with them and opens the door.

Her heels click on the cement as her long legs come into view with her skirt still bunched up. Hearing Tracy's sucking all the while, and waiting for a moment to jump in and say her goodbyes, she steps out, haphazardly tucks her new shirt into her skirt, and then bends over to grab her purse before slamming the door shut. Walking less than 75 feet away, Robert didn't even flinch, as the course is on a very busy and loud street.

Placing the medium sized purse strap over her shoulder, Natalie starts walking toward the young man, and was about to interrupt her still sucking friend when Tracy beat her to it.

"Still there?"

"Yes, but --"

"Sorry for the wait, but I just love sucking cock. Cum now, honey," Tracy sweetly commands. And before Natalie can question it, she hears Bill groan very loudly. "I know I said he was gonna cum in my mouth, but I wanted to describe it to you while it was happening..."

Natalie's getting closer to Robert, but she can't just hang up now.

"I'm stroking him hard with my left - mmm, the first spurt just hit my upper lip and is dripping down into my mouth! The second landed on my right cheek. Now he's cumming all over my tits! Oh, baby, that's good, don't stop..."

She's just made eye contact with Robert, and they're about to meet up on the sidewalk by his still running car. She'd always had trouble walking in heels, and now it's nearly impossible to keep her balance after hearing that. They both want to say something, but her ear's still glued to the phone. He obviously wants to get in his car, but she holds up her hand and smiles, asking him with her eyes to wait a second.

"Mmm, I'm licking his cum off my tits now. Oh, it tastes so good."

"Tracy, I've gotta go. I'll talk to you later," says Natalie, who hangs up quickly on her friend ("Mmm...") and puts the phone in her purse. "Hi, sorry about that. I see that you're in a hurry, but this is kind of important. Do you work here?"

While listening to his answer, all she can think about is the trickle of juice that escaped from her pussy and is now running down her leg. Hoping he won't see it, she feels completely naked.

"Oh, you're the assistant pro? Wonderful. I was supposed to have a lesson tonight with my daughter."

"You must be Mrs. Franklin," Robert concludes, as he looks her over in the dark. Unbuttoned golf shirt, skirt, and high heels? And all white? Well, he's seen stranger things working at a public golf course.

"Yes, that's me," Natalie says, glad she still remembers her name. "Did Crystal show up?"

"Who?"

"I'm sorry - my daughter, Crystal."

"Oh, no, she didn't," Robert says, who checks his watch. "Listen, I'm sorry, but as you said, I am in a hurry, and Mike's already gone unfortunately. So, you can call and reschedule again tomorrow if you'd like, but I've gotta get going." He opens the car door.

"Wait, I really need to take this lesson tonight," Natalie pleads. "It's my husband, Jim."

"What about him?" asks Robert, who's really peeved now, but can't help to feel sorry for her, especially when he remembers what a jerk her husband is.

"I know it sounds funny," starts Natalie, "but he's going to quiz me and Crystal tonight about the lesson. We've already rescheduled twice. Could you just tell me the basics of the lesson? Something about a grip?"

"I'd really like to help you out, but I absolutely have to go right now. I'm sorry," says Robert, who climbs into the car.

"I'll pay you," Natalie offers, pleased to see him stop closing the door halfway. "How much is it per lesson?"

"It's twenty bucks, but --"

"I'll give you fifty."

He thinks about it for a second.

"That's really tempting, but --"

"A hundred then," Natalie says as she starts rummaging through her purse and almost immediately drops it to the ground, spilling its contents all over. "Fuck."

Robert rolls his eyes and checks the time again, but steps out all the same to help her.

"Thanks. Sorry about that," says an extremely embarrassed Natalie, while bent over, picking up her wallet.

"So is it a deal? A hundred bucks?"

Robert can't believe what he sees when he looks up at her. Natalie had accidentally kicked her wallet past the headlights of his car, and they shine directly down her shirt, as she stays crouched down, using the light to count out the bills. Thanking himself now for replacing the left headlight earlier today, he can see her entire bare chest. Unable to make out previously in the dark parking lot, he quickly observes that her nipples are very erect. As she glances up at him, looking a little lost, he also notices that she has a beautiful face.

"Deal?" she asks again, while rising with cash in hand.

Robert places the last item in her purse and they exchange goods as he reluctantly says, "Sure, why not?"

"Oh, great, thank you," Natalie says as she starts to feel the heat of the headlights on her legs. Before she can put the pieces together, he interrupts her train of thought.

"OK, let's see here," starts Robert. "Well, if he's going to quiz you on the first lesson, he'll probably just want you to show him the three kinds of grips that we teach here."

"Show him?"

"Yeah, on a golf club. You know, put your fingers on in the proper way for each grip," Robert explains. "Oh crap, we're really gonna need a club for this."

"You don't have one?"

"No, I didn't play today, left 'em at home."

"Can we go there? How far is it?"

"Too far."

"Well we can't go to my place. Wait, what about in there?" she asks, pointing at the pro shop.

"No key."

"Shit!"

"We might be able to use something else," Robert suggests. "Do you have like a big pen or marker in your purse?"

"Let me check," she says, careful not to drop it again. "I've got a pencil."

"No, not thick enough."

She finds her mace and holds it up for inspection.

"No, not long enough."

Natalie looks around, positive there must be something that would work.

"Hey, what about the railing here?"

"That's way too thick," says Robert. "What about your car? Anything?"

"No, I just had it washed. It's empty."

"Well, that's that," Robert says. "I tried."

He hands Natalie her money back, but she waves it off.

"Keep it," Natalie says, again resigning herself to the fact that she's missed the lesson. "I've already probably made you late."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

Robert gets in the car and starts driving off. He only gets about five feet before stopping.

"Hey, just remember that the three grips are called interlock, overlap, and baseball, OK? That might be all he asks."

Natalie just nods weakly, knowing that won't be good enough. Robert takes a last look at her and steps on the gas again.

Before walking across to her car, she waits for him to circle around and drive by her toward the exit, thinking the whole time how stupid she is. Stupid for dropping her purse. Stupid for letting the kid keep the hundred bucks. Stupid for being late and missing the lesson. Stupid for ever agreeing to the lessons in the first place, although it's not like she had a choice. Stupid for not being able to figure out a way for him to teach her the grips.

And she still can't believe she actually had that phone conversation.

After circling back around, he drives by and waves to her on his way out.

As she begins the brief trek to her car, she starts to replay the sexier moments of Tracy's story in her mind and immediately wishes that she had her vibrator with her. "Wait, that's it," she whispers to herself before turning toward Robert, who's still waiting for an opening in the traffic to exit the lot under 40 feet away.

"How big is your dick?!"

She screamed it pretty loud, but Robert barely heard it. In his rear view mirror, Natalie already has both hands over her mouth, apparently in disbelief that she actually said it. When she smells herself on her fingers, she quickly lowers them.

"Please just drive away, please just drive away," she whispers in the darkness.

He starts backing up toward her.

"Please don't be a rapist, please don't be a rapist."

Once they're parallel to each other, she forces a smile.

"What was that?" he asks.

"I mean, wouldn't that work?" she asks after clearing her throat. "Isn't it about the right thickness?"

"Well, maybe a little too thick," he says with a smirk. "But yeah, close enough."

"So is it long enough?"

"Um, I think I'm gonna need more money for this."

Natalie nods at first, but then quickly shakes her head.

"Wait a minute. You're going to be manipulating the position of my hands on your cock, and you think you're being underpaid?"

"Good point," Robert concedes.

"Well?"

"Yeah, I think it'll work."

She still very much has second thoughts about this, but can't let him see that.

"Hold on a second," Robert says. "Let me park the car."

As he pulls into the spot next to her, Natalie marvels at how nonchalantly he's taking this. Doesn't he realize how big of a deal this is? Maybe he does this sort of thing all the time, she thinks, as her breathing gets quicker.

"Let's do it in my car, all right?" asks Natalie.

"Um, no, we can't really do it in a car," Robert explains while turning off the engine. "I'll need to see both sides of the grip, and there's not enough room to do that in a car."

"Well we can't exactly do it out here. Someone will see."

"And there's not enough light anyway," adds Robert as he exits the vehicle. "There's a little spot behind the clubhouse with a bench and a light that's on 24 hours a day. We can do it there."

He starts walking, and she has no choice but to follow. His outward calmness about it has put her somewhat at ease, but she's still not sure she can actually go through with it.

Not that she considers this cheating, but her marriage has basically been over for years. They only stay together for their daughter's sake now, or at least that's what Natalie assumes, since they've never really talked about it. She's considered divorcing him after Crystal goes off to college in the fall, but is more than a little worried at how Jim would react. She wonders why he'd even care, since she can't even remember the last time they had sex. Both obsessed with their work, they grew tired of the same old thing, and just stopped somewhere along the line. He's obviously wanted to start up again since he sold his business five months ago, but is too stubborn to ask, and she's too stubborn to follow up on his hints. They fight all the time now, with sex as the subtext, and a marriage of convenience has turned into an unnecessary anxiety for Natalie.

They turn the corner of the clubhouse and she sees what Robert was talking about - a little cut out section of the wall, with just enough room for a small bench. Surprisingly well lit by a single lamp, Natalie's also quite glad to see a cement roof high above the bench, as it has started to sprinkle. Wearing open toed heels while walking in the grass, she lets out her breath in a nervous laugh as the drizzle tickles her feet.

Robert removes his leather jacket and takes a seat on the wooden bench, which is bolted down against the wall. Natalie sits as far away as possible, and timidly rubs her hands together.

"Are you cold?" asks Robert as he raises his jacket.

"Oh, no thanks," Natalie says, declining the offer.

A bolt of lightning illuminates the sky in the distance. Natalie excitedly points it out, but Robert's head was down and he didn't notice. Deafening thunder follows soon after, giving Natalie a chill.

"Weird timing, huh?" Robert notes, referring to the weather. Appearing uneasy for the first time, he watches the light waterfall begin to form in front of them from the slanted roof. He reaches his hand out to grab a few drops and smiles.

The light above their heads gives Natalie her first good look at Robert, and she likes what she sees. A clean-cut kid, with a long sleeve black shirt tucked into brown pants, he looks like the son she always wanted. Natalie's not sure why, but she senses something special about this spot, and admires his obvious respect for it.

"When it rains really hard at night, because of the way the roof's set up, this waterfall gets really thick," Robert says with a glint in his eye. "And it can get so heavy, that if it's dark enough out, you can't see past the water at all, and it's like you're in your own separate world."

There's a sudden sadness to his voice, and Natalie feels for him.

"Are you OK with this?" she asks after a moment of silence.

"Oh, yeah, yeah," Robert says, nodding. "It's just that this brings up a lot of memories... I had my first kiss right here, sitting on this bench, when it was pouring outside at night. And I'm actually supposed to be on my way to see that girl right now."

"Hey, look, you should be with her," Natalie says while shaking her head, starting to reconsider her initial fondness of him.

"Oh, no, it's over now," he explains. "She's cheating on me. She didn't even try to keep it secret. Her first week in college, and this guy actually convinces her somehow that I'd be fine with it. The only reason I tried to make it work for this long is because I loved her so much. But it's never gonna get back to the way it was. And I'm never gonna see her again after tonight."

So that's why he's so calm about this, Natalie thinks. He has more important things on his mind. And what's with everyone being so open about their personal lives tonight?