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An anecnote about former President Jack Kennedy and Marilyn Monroe gave inspiration here. Don't know if it's true, but Marilyn used to straddle Kennedy as he laid on his stomach. She'd slide back and forth on Jack's back. (He'd been known to have back pain.) So, she'd masturbate on Jack's back, which subsequently felt better as a result of the massage.
The contrast of the bright blue Carolina sky against the green fairway was stunning. The trip was a reward to myself, a week of swing doctoring and uninterrupted play. Amid the lushness of the golf resort I had not expected to find lust.
Lust found me, however, at the weeklong golf school, in the form of a petite and perky short haired blonde who looked ten years younger than her thirty.
“Is this station taken?” she asked as she approached me at the practice tee. “No,” I’d replied, as I observed the envious glances of some of the other men on the range. “I’m Rob,” I said, extending my hand. “Jenny,” she said.
Mezmerized, I watched as she hit several wedge shots to warm up. She’d worn a hot pink polo with khaki shorts and a tan which complemented her golden bob. Everything about her body shouted firm – breasts, tummy, bottom, thighs. I couldn’t help but feel a stirring in my own khaki shorts.
After a small bucket of balls, we walked together to the first morning’s lesson and shared some idle talk. There were a handful of middle-aged couples and a dozen or so guys of varying ages. She appeared to be the only single young woman.
Participants at the resort practiced and received group and personalized instruction in the mornings, followed by lunch and an eighteen hole round on their own.
“Do you have a partner for this afternoon?” I asked. “No,” she said, “but I’d prefer to walk.” She pointed to her carry bag. We’d agreed to join each other and discovered later that no one was paired with us. Others preferred riding carts, so the starter sent us off as a twosome.
“Grand day, isn’t it, Rob,” Jenny said, as we walked down the first fairway.
“Fantastic,” I said. “I’m delighted to be spending it with you.”
“You’re welcome. Same here,” she replied.
We had a great time together. The chemistry appeared right and there was an electricity of attraction in the air. I was somewhat surprised when we went our separate ways after the round.
The following morning it warmed up – in several ways. The temperature and humidity rose. And Jenny looked hot in a mint green sleeveless polo and tight white skirt. We agreed to pair up again. By the turn we were both feeling the affects of the weather.
Braless under a now sweat wet polo, the pleasant outline of her hard nipples were too noticeable to ignore. The site produced a bit of hardening of my own. Noting my stares, she said, “I apologize for the distraction.”
“I’m sorry,” I replied. “It was rude.”
“I’m flattered, nevertheless,” she said, glancing at my tumescence.
“I’m toast,” I said, as we finished up on the 18th hole. “Me, too,” she offered, adding, “how about a cool one?”
“That would hit the spot,” I said, and after ridding ourselves of our golf bags for the day, we adjourned to a poolside table at the clubhouse and a pair of gin and tonics.
After a couple rounds of drinks, I jockeyed my chair a bit to stand. “Oh,” I cried, “I think I fried my back during all this fun.”
“You know, I’ve got just the prescription for lower back pain in my condo,” Jen said. “Interested?”
She didn’t have to ask me twice. We shortly found our way to her lodging and she quickly produced a couple cold beers, a beach towel and some massage oil.
“You’ll have to take off your shirt and shorts,” she said, placing the towel on the floor of the living room. I obliged and asked, “briefs?” while attempting to minimize the bulge in my underwear.
“Nope, that won’t be necessary…yet,” she smiled.
I laid down face first on the towel and she poured some oil on my lower back. Off came her mint polo and the bottoms, and, unlike myself, she stripped herself of a white thong bikini as well. She mounted my lower back and I could feel her slightly wet pubic hair against my skin.
She poured more oil, this time on her mound, spread her legs wide and grinded herself against me. Sliding back and forth from my buttocks to the middle of my back, she moaned. I countered with a gasp of my own. I could feel the pressure of her weight and my own on my now very hard cock.
Reaching for oil once more, she poured portions into her palms and onto each of her breasts. Leaning over me she ever so slightly began to brush her nipples and breasts against my shoulders. “Uh, uh, uh,” picking up the pace of her hips and with long strides she moved into a bucking action against my lower back and ass. The waistband of my briefs were wet with oil and love juices.
“I’m…going…to…come!” she gasped, slipping and sliding. I could only grunt, her cries and movements triggering me close to an orgasm of my own. Collapsing on top of me, sopping wet pussy and slick tits spreading themselves over my back, I fell just short of shooting jism in my shorts and on the beach towel.
My cock ached, my back didn’t.
“That’s sure beats aspirin for a backache,” I said. “I almost came myself,” I told her.
“Well, let’s do something about that almost,” Jenny said, motioning me to flip over.
Righted, with Jen kneeling in front of me, I took her in, in all her bronzed and blonde beauty. I’d correctly assessed her earlier – firm mounds with taut nipple buds pointing ever so upward, accentuated by a slim waist and flat stomach. Her patch of golden pubic hair was closely trimmed, shaving which contributed to the smoothness of her fucking my back so sweetly.
“Now, let’s take care of these,” she said, pulling off my underwear as her hand reached for the knob of my erect penis. She placed a small dollop of oil on its head and let it drip to the base. With her thumb and first two fingers she lightly twisted the head of my cock.
“Aahh…” was all I could groan.
Spreading the dripping oil on my scrotum and testicles, with one hand she pushed down on the base of my manhood and jewels, while continuing her work with the other on the tip of my cock. As I glanced at her efforts, my erection seemed huge. I was reaching a point of no return and soon said, “I’m going to lose it soon!”
Jen put both hands to my rod and firmly stroked in unison as cum erupted, dripping on her fingers and my loins.
Spent and sweaty, we agreed to shower together before dinner, adjourning to her bath.
"Omigod, you're beautiful," I said to Jenny as I soaped up her breasts with both of my hands. It was trite, I know, but I couldn't help myself, or express myself very well either. I wanted all of her. My hands moved to her hard sweet cheeks and then to her pussy where my fingers easily entered
My rigid prick flopped against my belly as Jen gave it some soapy attention. "Let's rinse off and head on to the next nine," she said with a grin.
"Rob, do you have a rubber?" she asked. "In my shaving kit," I replied, woefully.
"I'm sorry," she said, "I had problems with the pill. So I'm afraid it's no headcovers, no driving. After dinner, then?"
Before I had a chance to reply she nudged me down on the bed and quickly straddled me from above. I was looking up at her nearly nude pussy, taut legs and muscular bottom. But, before I could act, Jen slobbered up and down the underside of my rock hard cock. Following her lead, I stroked her netherlips with my tongue. With a hand on each cheek, I pulled myself closer, focusing my efforts on her clitoris.
Both mouths occupied with the work at hand, there was no room for words, save the occasional, "mmm" and the sounds of luscious licking from each of us.
I was the first to give in, pausing momentarily to enjoy the pleasure I was feeling. Jen sensed it immediately and changed position slightly as she sucked. Grasping the head of my penis with one hand and holding my balls with the other, she concentrated her tongue's work on the extremely sensitive area just below the head.
Anticipating my impending ejaculation, she took as much of my erection in her mouth, sucking and bobbing rapidly until I could feel the cum rushing through my shaft. She continued her cocksucking until I could take it no more.
She gave my spent penis a little peck and slobbered my lips with a jism filled soul kiss, which I enjoyed more than I would have expected. The cream leaked from each of our mouths.
"Appetizer before dinner?" she quipped with a smile.
"For two," I responded, and planted my mouth between her legs, eating her hungrily.
The contrast of the bright blue Carolina sky against the green fairway was stunning. The trip was a reward to myself, a week of swing doctoring and uninterrupted play. Amid the lushness of the golf resort I had not expected to find lust.
Lust found me, however, at the weeklong golf school, in the form of a petite and perky short haired blonde who looked ten years younger than her thirty.
“Is this station taken?” she asked as she approached me at the practice tee. “No,” I’d replied, as I observed the envious glances of some of the other men on the range. “I’m Rob,” I said, extending my hand. “Jenny,” she said.
Mezmerized, I watched as she hit several wedge shots to warm up. She’d worn a hot pink polo with khaki shorts and a tan which complemented her golden bob. Everything about her body shouted firm – breasts, tummy, bottom, thighs. I couldn’t help but feel a stirring in my own khaki shorts.
After a small bucket of balls, we walked together to the first morning’s lesson and shared some idle talk. There were a handful of middle-aged couples and a dozen or so guys of varying ages. She appeared to be the only single young woman.
Participants at the resort practiced and received group and personalized instruction in the mornings, followed by lunch and an eighteen hole round on their own.
“Do you have a partner for this afternoon?” I asked. “No,” she said, “but I’d prefer to walk.” She pointed to her carry bag. We’d agreed to join each other and discovered later that no one was paired with us. Others preferred riding carts, so the starter sent us off as a twosome.
“Grand day, isn’t it, Rob,” Jenny said, as we walked down the first fairway.
“Fantastic,” I said. “I’m delighted to be spending it with you.”
“You’re welcome. Same here,” she replied.
We had a great time together. The chemistry appeared right and there was an electricity of attraction in the air. I was somewhat surprised when we went our separate ways after the round.
The following morning it warmed up – in several ways. The temperature and humidity rose. And Jenny looked hot in a mint green sleeveless polo and tight white skirt. We agreed to pair up again. By the turn we were both feeling the affects of the weather.
Braless under a now sweat wet polo, the pleasant outline of her hard nipples were too noticeable to ignore. The site produced a bit of hardening of my own. Noting my stares, she said, “I apologize for the distraction.”
“I’m sorry,” I replied. “It was rude.”
“I’m flattered, nevertheless,” she said, glancing at my tumescence.
“I’m toast,” I said, as we finished up on the 18th hole. “Me, too,” she offered, adding, “how about a cool one?”
“That would hit the spot,” I said, and after ridding ourselves of our golf bags for the day, we adjourned to a poolside table at the clubhouse and a pair of gin and tonics.
After a couple rounds of drinks, I jockeyed my chair a bit to stand. “Oh,” I cried, “I think I fried my back during all this fun.”
“You know, I’ve got just the prescription for lower back pain in my condo,” Jen said. “Interested?”
She didn’t have to ask me twice. We shortly found our way to her lodging and she quickly produced a couple cold beers, a beach towel and some massage oil.
“You’ll have to take off your shirt and shorts,” she said, placing the towel on the floor of the living room. I obliged and asked, “briefs?” while attempting to minimize the bulge in my underwear.
“Nope, that won’t be necessary…yet,” she smiled.
I laid down face first on the towel and she poured some oil on my lower back. Off came her mint polo and the bottoms, and, unlike myself, she stripped herself of a white thong bikini as well. She mounted my lower back and I could feel her slightly wet pubic hair against my skin.
She poured more oil, this time on her mound, spread her legs wide and grinded herself against me. Sliding back and forth from my buttocks to the middle of my back, she moaned. I countered with a gasp of my own. I could feel the pressure of her weight and my own on my now very hard cock.
Reaching for oil once more, she poured portions into her palms and onto each of her breasts. Leaning over me she ever so slightly began to brush her nipples and breasts against my shoulders. “Uh, uh, uh,” picking up the pace of her hips and with long strides she moved into a bucking action against my lower back and ass. The waistband of my briefs were wet with oil and love juices.
“I’m…going…to…come!” she gasped, slipping and sliding. I could only grunt, her cries and movements triggering me close to an orgasm of my own. Collapsing on top of me, sopping wet pussy and slick tits spreading themselves over my back, I fell just short of shooting jism in my shorts and on the beach towel.
My cock ached, my back didn’t.
“That’s sure beats aspirin for a backache,” I said. “I almost came myself,” I told her.
“Well, let’s do something about that almost,” Jenny said, motioning me to flip over.
Righted, with Jen kneeling in front of me, I took her in, in all her bronzed and blonde beauty. I’d correctly assessed her earlier – firm mounds with taut nipple buds pointing ever so upward, accentuated by a slim waist and flat stomach. Her patch of golden pubic hair was closely trimmed, shaving which contributed to the smoothness of her fucking my back so sweetly.
“Now, let’s take care of these,” she said, pulling off my underwear as her hand reached for the knob of my erect penis. She placed a small dollop of oil on its head and let it drip to the base. With her thumb and first two fingers she lightly twisted the head of my cock.
“Aahh…” was all I could groan.
Spreading the dripping oil on my scrotum and testicles, with one hand she pushed down on the base of my manhood and jewels, while continuing her work with the other on the tip of my cock. As I glanced at her efforts, my erection seemed huge. I was reaching a point of no return and soon said, “I’m going to lose it soon!”
Jen put both hands to my rod and firmly stroked in unison as cum erupted, dripping on her fingers and my loins.
Spent and sweaty, we agreed to shower together before dinner, adjourning to her bath.
"Omigod, you're beautiful," I said to Jenny as I soaped up her breasts with both of my hands. It was trite, I know, but I couldn't help myself, or express myself very well either. I wanted all of her. My hands moved to her hard sweet cheeks and then to her pussy where my fingers easily entered
My rigid prick flopped against my belly as Jen gave it some soapy attention. "Let's rinse off and head on to the next nine," she said with a grin.
"Rob, do you have a rubber?" she asked. "In my shaving kit," I replied, woefully.
"I'm sorry," she said, "I had problems with the pill. So I'm afraid it's no headcovers, no driving. After dinner, then?"
Before I had a chance to reply she nudged me down on the bed and quickly straddled me from above. I was looking up at her nearly nude pussy, taut legs and muscular bottom. But, before I could act, Jen slobbered up and down the underside of my rock hard cock. Following her lead, I stroked her netherlips with my tongue. With a hand on each cheek, I pulled myself closer, focusing my efforts on her clitoris.
Both mouths occupied with the work at hand, there was no room for words, save the occasional, "mmm" and the sounds of luscious licking from each of us.
I was the first to give in, pausing momentarily to enjoy the pleasure I was feeling. Jen sensed it immediately and changed position slightly as she sucked. Grasping the head of my penis with one hand and holding my balls with the other, she concentrated her tongue's work on the extremely sensitive area just below the head.
Anticipating my impending ejaculation, she took as much of my erection in her mouth, sucking and bobbing rapidly until I could feel the cum rushing through my shaft. She continued her cocksucking until I could take it no more.
She gave my spent penis a little peck and slobbered my lips with a jism filled soul kiss, which I enjoyed more than I would have expected. The cream leaked from each of our mouths.
"Appetizer before dinner?" she quipped with a smile.
"For two," I responded, and planted my mouth between her legs, eating her hungrily.
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