Playing a round on the Golf course.

Chapter 1

My best friend from my school days (Les), rang me quite out of the blue. He was in the area and looked me up. He invited me to a round of golf.
Well I’m no Tiger Forest, or something like that. But I had played a few years ago and still had my second hand clubs somewhere in my garage.
Having found them I cleaned them up and put them in my car boot. I could see I had half a dozen balls in the attached net bag. Right all set for tomorrow.

Next morning shower, shave and dressed. Chino trousers and polo shirt.
About 10:30 I set off. We met in the car park. Les had softer features somehow, it had been a few years . We entered the club house, signed in and told we were on the course with nobody to follow us for at least 3 hours.
We tee’d off and played the first 9 holes. Then Les went to Tee off and his club slipped through his hands.
“Can I borrow your towel?” He asked, delving into the pouch reserved for my club wipes.
Oh sh.. fu.. I thought. I didn’t have any wipes. What I did have though was part of my hobby.
“Mmmm what have we here?” Les asked as he removed a pair of black panties with little red bows.
“Please put them back.” I implored.
“Oh your secret is safe with me sweetheart.” Les responded with a inflection in his voice.
“But I can explain.” I told him. Although I couldn’t really.
“Let’s finish this hole and then take a break. I could do with something soothing.
He replaced my panties in my golf bag, and we played the rest of the hole. Score card totally ignored.

At the end of the 10th hole there just happened to be a small wood with a lot of dense undergrowth.
“Let’s get out of the sun.” Les suggested.
Pulling our golf carts we strolled into the shade of the copse.
“Oh look there’s an opening.” Les informed me, and pulled his golf cart in behind him. I followed. Soon we were inside a clearing that had obviously been used by others.
On the ground we’re several discarded girlie mags, or what I thought was girlie mags.
Les reached into my golf bag and withdrew the panties also a suspender belt and stockings, finally a black bra.
“Now this explanation you said you had?” Les queried.
“Honest truth, I used to sometimes wear them, but haven’t worn them for about 2 years. Due to Covid.” I replied.
“Perhaps, you’d like to wear them again, while we are alone?” Les enquired.
“I don’t know, I’ve never dressed before with anyone else.” I replied nervously.
“Oh you will love it and so will I.” Les stated quite firmly.
Reluctantly I removed my polo shirt then selecting the bra I wrapped around myself and clipped it behind my back, then slipped my arms through the straps. Next I unbuckled my belt and lowered my chino’s and briefs. That was when I noticed Les had removed his polo shirt and was wearing a white lacy camisole over a white bra.
“Oh that is gorgeous Les.” Amazed at what I was seeing before me.
Hurriedly I removed my chino’s socks shoes and briefs clipping my suspender belt around my waist then attached my stockings before finally stepping into my panties. Les by this time had removed his trousers and shoes, revealing white suspender belt with lacy panties and tan stockings. He removed a pair of black high heels from a extra bag attached to his golf bag.
“I’m Leslie now and I love your undies darling, but what can I call you?” Leslie purred as she approached me.
“Well I used the name Carole when I was on a few web sites.” I replied still fairly nervous.
“Well then Carole let me kiss your gorgeous lips.” Leslie purred again as our lips met. Leslie eased her tongue between my lips and entered my mouth. Our tongues wrestled each other. I have never been kissed or kissed another ‘gurl’ before. It excited me not only me, I could feel Leslie’s excitement pressing against me as mine was equally responsive.

Leslie started by caressing me over the straps of my bra the down over the back strap. Her hands caressing down my spine to my suspender belt then onto my panties. Moving slightly apart she was able to run the palm of her hand over my swelling causing me to gasp as she exposed the head of my cock over the waist band. Breaking from the kiss, Leslie asked if she could taste my pre-ejaculate.
I heard my response, not quite believing my own words.
“Only if I can taste yours.”
Bringing her hand up to her mouth I saw her slip her sticky fingers between her lips.
“Oh that’s tasty, I have got to get some more.” Leslie uttered sensuously.
This time she held my hips as she squatted down and ran her tongue over the mushroom head of my cock, that she had exposed from my protective skin. I shuddered as she licked and lapped before easing my panties down to the tops of my stockings and suspender clips. Now she took me completely into her mouth. Bobbing back and forth caressing my stocking clad legs and my naked cheeks, she gave me excellent oral sex. Until I had to warn her of my impending orgasm.
“Bring it on sweetheart, I want it all.” Leslie gasped, briefly stopping her delicious treatment on my cock.
“Oh, I’m cumming, I can’t hold back.” I gasped.
“Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm.” Was all I heard from Leslie.
After I came down from the edge of space, it felt like that’s where I had been and my rapidly deflating cock slipped from Leslie’s mouth. She stood up and kissed me. I could taste my cum on her lips and tongue. Leslie then pressed her hands gently on my shoulders. I knew what was expected of me. This was new to me, but I was looking forward to suck Leslie. I was excited and a little nervous at the same time.
I didn’t need very much coaxing, I was soon on my knees easing Leslie’s cock from her panties, correction thong. It too was leaking her pre-cum. Tentatively I licked the exposed head, it was surprisingly tasty. I had tasted my own from solo sessions and just now from Leslie’s kiss. But never anyone else. Now the big test, can I take her throbbing cock between my lips. I answered my own question by opening my mouth wide and eased her cock towards the back of my throat. My tongue ran underneath teasing her frenulum making her twitch.
“Oh you’re good, you’ve done this before.” Leslie gasped, moving her hips forward.
I don’t know if she could make out my mumbled reply, but it was supposed to be ‘No never’.
I bobbed and sucked while I teased her love eggs.
Leslie thrust her hips at me as I sucked and sucked. She grabbed my head and held me still as she pumped her cum into my mouth, some going into my throat making me swallow, although I had every intention of swallowing her delicious cum. Mmmm I was hooked, I wanted more cum. Where could I get it and how soon.
Leslie eased out of my mouth, I shot my tongue out to catch the remains of her cum as it dribbled from her cock head.
“I think we better get dressed and finish our round.” Leslie stated.
I reached behind me to unclip my bra.
“No leave it on sweetheart just your shirt over the top and the same for your stockings and suspenders, you will love the feel as they caress you as you walk.” Leslie instructed me.
I did just that, Leslie redressed although she produced a pretty blouse from her golf bag. Was there no end to the treasure’s inside.
As we returned to the tee off on the next hole we could see 4 ladies, 2 holes back.
Leslie and I upped our game and stayed in front right to the 18th. When we arrived back at the car park we placed our clubs in our cars, then into the club house, 19th hole.
As we entered things were a little strange until one of the others in the club room called out.
“Leslie darling it’s so good to see you again. And you have someone to come with.” There was definitely an emphasis on the ‘come’
“And she did cum at the 10th hole.” Leslie replied.
I blushed quite heavily. Leslie looked at me and wrapped her arm around me.
“Don’t worry sweetheart today is a special day, take a good look around.” Leslie uttered.
I looked, it was suddenly a light bulb moment. Most of the people in the club house were male dressed as female. There were a few who it took some time to realise they were actually male.
“It’s a TV/CD Convention.” I whispered at Leslie.
“No darling, one day a month it’s cross dresser or transvestite day.” She replied equally hushed.
“Hey Leslie have you sampled the 20th hole yet.” The ‘gurl’ who called out earlier interrupted us.
“Not that it’s any of your business, no not yet.” Leslie retorted.
“What’s the 20th hole?” I asked in a whisper to Leslie.
“Perhaps one day, with the right person you will find out. Now let’s have a cold drink and perhaps you’ll invite me back to your place for a good catch up chat?” Leslie replied and enquired.
“How about a cold drink at mine, then we don’t have to risk drink and drive.” I responded.
“You go first I’ll follow.” Leslie answered.
As I exited the ‘ladies’ who were behind us on the course.
“Leaving already sweetie, I hope you will join us next month for perhaps a fun foursome.” One of them said.
“Now I know about this event, I’ll certainly give it serious thought.” I answered.
“Please do, we have changing rooms if you can’t arrive dressed.” She offered.
“Thank you, that’s very helpful. I will check my work schedule. Do I have to book?” I enquired.
“No just turn up if you want to chat in the club or booking could be good if you want to go out on the course.” She replied.
“Well I must go.” I answered.
“Bye and take care. And I hope we get to meet again and play around together.” Was her response giving me a huge wink.

I hope you enjoyed this story.
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