The four friends had
spent the morning playing a foursome at the Forest Ridge Golf Club, they all
lived locally in the village of Forestdean and three of them had houses that backed
onto the course.
Their foursome had
become a regular fixture on their calendars after Dave Whitaker had taken early
retirement at the age of 50.
It seemed the right
thing to do at the time, his children had flown the nest, his wife had passed
and his job had lost its lustre, so he retired and he never regretted it for a
moment.
Retirement enabled him
to spend time with his three favourite ladies of leisure, Sarah Price, Katie
George and Wilhelmina Winten.
Sarah and Katie were
both wealthy grass widows and ten years younger than he and spinster Willi was
three years older and was a retired PE Teacher.
After spending a very
pleasant morning on the course they lunched at the club as was their habit and
as they sat down at their regular table Willi announced
“I can’t be late home
today, Marta is coming to help me tidy the attic”
“It must be important
if you’re going to cut your lunch short” Sarah said and they all laughed.
“If truth be told I do
rather look forward to the days Marta comes to help me” she said when the
laughter had subsided
“She’s really such a
nice girl and very good company”
Which was when, the
waitress, Georgina, arrived at the table to take their order.
“So you’re not coming
to mine for drinks this afternoon Willi?” Katie asked
“I’m afraid not” she
replied
“What about you
Sarah?”
“No not today” she
replied reading a text on her phone “somethings come up”
“Just me and you then
Dave” Katie said
“Ok with me” Dave
remarked
So after a very nice
lunch in very pleasant company, and feeling a little over indulged, they had a
rendezvous by their trolleys and prepared for the short stroll across the 18th
fairway apart from Sarah Price who was the only one of the group whose house didn’t
adjoin the Golf Course.
“I’ll say goodbye now”
she said “I need to pop to the pro shop before I head home”
So Sarah headed in the
opposite direction while the other three walked their trolleys across the 18th
fairway.
Willi lived 5 houses
along from Katie’s house which was next door to Daves, so they said goodbye and she walked home to get showered before Marta
arrived and Dave went home to change and Katie went to her house to freshen up.
It was about half an hour before Dave walked into Katie’s garden,
which was beautifully kept.
There were drinks on the table beneath the parasol and soft music
coming from an MP3, but no sign of Katie.
So he walked toward the kitchen door and steeped in and there in the
middle of the room stood Katie wearing her golf hat, her golf shoes, argyle
socks and her golf glove, and absolutely nothing else.
“Wow” Dave said as he stared, first at her pert breasts and then her
beautifully kept bush and then added
“I think that may infringe the dress code”
“And what are you going to do about it?”
“What are my options?” he asked
“Well you can report me to the club captain” she replied “or you can
have me over the kitchen table like you normally do”
“I think I’ll do the latter then” he said
“Good choice” Katie replied and removed his shorts
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