For years now Dec had bemoaned two trends, now nationwide, that have deprived guys like him of the natural beauty of the female form we love so much. The first is the stick model thing. Nothing wrong with athletic but he had never been attracted to women intent on looking as much as possible, as Barbie dolls. The second thing is the shaved thing. Underarms and legs, absolutely yes. Nature's lustful pubic bush, absolutely no. He just did not understand the appeal of grown women looking like pre-pubescent girls. His dream woman was curvy, busty, natural. The kind of woman that looks so good just in jeans and no makeup that he had to rush home and empty his aching balls. On the rare occasion he had a really good angle and time to enjoy it, and he had just finished a workout, it was nothing for him to go home and stroke his big cock to a massive cum two or three times, even as he was close to fifty.
One quiet Monday night after a tiresome day at work Dec stopped by the golf range to get a bucket in, change the plane he was on. A good workout always helped, as did the fresh air, cigar, and shot of T. He changed his shoes in the parking lot, threw a couple of wedges and irons into his stand bag, and went into the pro shop, where most of the counter guys were guys his age and demographic, usually volunteering here for free golf. Tonight though he was jolted to see behind the counter a girl that just about stopped his heart. This was unusual; he just wasn't the kind of guy who perved on young women his college stepdaughter's age. He immediately pegged her at 19 or 20. She was wearing tight cutoff jeans shorts, Daisy Dukes, ankle socks and trainers, and the polo shirt of the facility, pretty typical for the area and time of year. But it wasn't until she bounced up, greeted him, and started with the transaction he really got a taste.
She was obviously not some debutante, college golferette, or from money. She was dead rural Southern, friendly, polite, and just the right trailer. She had shoulder length brown curly hair, no style, just fresh and bouncy, a medallion around her neck with a couple of thin gold chains. But what startled Dec was her steel gray-blue eyes, and long, red fingernails that instantly brought visions of what they could do and where they could go. When she was in the register, Dec subtly adjusted his bulge. He then went out and methodically went through his practice routine. But actually he couldn't wait to get done and maybe catch another encounter with her on the way out. He was massively disappointed when he was halfway through the pro shop and did not see her on the way out, and then suddenly heard, "Have a good night!" She said it so cheerfully he turned around and smiled. "Sorry, didn't see you there. By the way, I'm Dec."
"I'm Julie," she said, and pointed to a bracelet, where, indeed it had "JULIE" in gold script. Dec suddenly realized he had been so intent on checking her out he never noticed her name badge. "Really nice to meet you. See you around?" He sure as hell hoped so.
The next couple of weeks he tried to figure her schedule out. It never occurred to him she might be interested, although she was friendly and even flirty. Dec was totally smitten. Her eyes were so young, but so expressive. She had a big, goofy smile with a wide full mouth, perfect teeth, and tanned, muscular legs. Little did she know that Dec had been going home and envisioning her as he cranked on his big cock. One night he just happened to notice the stubble on the inside of her thighs and it drove him insane thinking of the possibilities. Her wide smile and teeth, all wet and glossy, jarred him with a vision of them sliding up and down his big, stiff, rod. He always came extra hard after a workout, and one night he discovered the facility had posted a picture of her with the rest of the staff. Dec blew it up, made it full screen, and that night masturbated to an orgasm so powerful he was shocked when his cum hit him on the face. He was enraptured.
One night it rained heavily and Dec was the only one out on the range. To his surprise and delight Julie had come up and said hi. "You know, if you weren't here, I could lock up and go home." She grinned and bent over for a bucket, and Dec's heart jumped.
"Well, that's an easy fix," said Dec, grabbing his clubs and putting them in his bag.
"Oh no, no—I was only kidding."
"Well, y'all are closed in 35 minutes anyway. Let you go do what you do, and me, too..." If she only knew.
"You know, I ain't never played. You give lessons?"
Dec's heart rolled. Actually, he did.
"I do. Why, you wanna learn?"
"Oh, doubt I could afford it."
"Sure you could. No charge for the lessons. Feel like I can repay (again, if she only knew) your, uh, hospitality."
"OK," she smiled. What a knockout. "Where do we start?"
Dec's mind whirled. "Well, I find it's best to do a meet n greet, talk some things over, before you actually get out on the range."
"OK...I'd say come on over, but I live with three other girls."
"Hmmm...well, so I don't seem a dirty old man, you wanna drop by on Friday night while I'm BBQing?"
"That'd be great." She really did look excited.
