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over a year ago
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It was a calm and balmy August afternoon in St Andrews and I was assigned a loop on the jubilee course.
The walk from the caddie shack to the starters booth was only a couple of hundred yards through the car park and I used the opportunity to apply some sun cream.
Arriving at the starter booth I noticed that there were a group of 5 people, 4 guys and a smartly dressed lady. The starter advised me that I would be carrying for the lady and that her husband would accompany us but not play. None of the other 3 players had requested a caddie.
I introduced myself and I was pleased to meet Helga and her husband Johan. Helga was early 60's, slim with shoulder length blonde hair, well tanned and dressed in a light blue short sleeved top and a matching skirt that exposed her knees.
She had nice teeth and a constant smile.
Her husband was around the same age but over weight and he walked with a slight limp, he said that he was going to follow his wife round only to get some exercise as he was recovering from a stroke.
Helga was quite a golfer and it was very pleasing on the eye to watch her swing a club.
We were walking down the 6th, she had driven her ball along the right hand side of the fairway and we were some 60 to 70 yards ahead of the other guys who were all looking for a ball on the other side of the fairway. The side that we were on had goarse bushes and with out warning Helga stepped in between two bushes and hitched up her skirt to reveal her white panties, using her right middle finger she pulled her panties to one side and using her left and right forefingers she parted her pussy lips and started to piss. Would you please pass me the wet wipes that are in the side pocket of the bag she said whilst she pushed her hips forward and spread her legs a bit wider. |
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I retrieved the wet wipes from her bag and offered them to helga, she looked me in the eye and said "would you?"
My brain kicked in and the shock of what I had just witnessed passed, I gathered my composure. I pulled a wipe from the packet and whilst holding eye contact wiped her. As I brushed her clit she bucked twice against my finger and smiled. Thank you she said, I needed that and she adjusted her panties and pulled her skirt back down.
I turned to walk back on to the fairway and Johan was blocking my way, he smiled and stepped aside.
The remainder of the round just got better and better - helga asked me to assist in reading her putts from the reverse angle, as I did so she would squat down with her knees tightly together, when she saw me trying to peer up her skirt she would slightly open her legs so that I could see the golden triangle clad in white cotton.
As we walked the course we chatted and I learned that they were German and were touring Scotland to play golf. On the 18th Green after completing our round Johan asked if I would carry helgas bag to the hotel, I was finished for the day and said that I would be delighted to as they had paid my fee and given me a good tip.
We crossed over the 2nd and 17th fairways to the old course hotel, I had removed my caddie bib and we caught the elevator to the 2nd floor.
Johan opened the door and I allowed helga to go in before me and I followed carrying her golf bag.
As I put the bag in the corner of the room Johan closed the door, he smiled and said that helga would like to give me a proper tip if I wouldn't mind Johan being there. |
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Helga sat on the edge of the bed, opened her legs and again pulled the gusset of her knickers to one side, "I'm wet again" she said but you can lick me dry this time.
I glanced at Johan and he smiled, nodded and said OK with me. Johan sat on an arm chair in the corner of the room to enjoy the show.
I pulled Helga to her feet and put my hand on her right tit, it was less than a handful but quite firm and her nipple was like a wheel stud. I leaned in to kiss her but she turned her face away saying that if I wanted to kiss her then she had better to be able to taste herself on my lips.
Dropping to my knees I reached around to the back of her waist and undid the button and lowered the zip on her dress letting it fall to the floor. Helga obliged and kicked it to one side. |
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