It was the summer after I graduated High School. I had just turned 18 and was soon on my way off to college in another state. I was on the shy side, and had messed around a little in high school, but had never crossed the border into actual penetration.
The local country club was just down the street, and I got a summer job helping out the golf pro, and waiting tables in the dining room before heading off to college. Tuesdays was "ladies golf day" and there seemed to be a decent amount of ladies that came out to play on nice Tuesdays. I always enjoyed helping load their bags into the carts and setting up their foursomes. It didn't hurt that most of them wore nice shorts or golfing mini skirts. Tips were good too, and a little flirting never hurt!
My favorite Tuesday lady was Miss Parks. I estimated her to be about 55 or so, with nice shoulder length blond hair, a nice smile, great legs, and an exquisite rack. She had the body of a 25 year old college athlete. I always helped her first with her golf bag, to and from her car, and was more than polite to comment on her great golf game. She could have been a hacker for all I know, but I knew how to butter the ladies up.
She also came into the club for dinner on occasions with some of her female friends, and I was always keen on requesting her table. She usually ate light, a salad, but always had her favorite red wine beverage with dinner. They would usually eat and then talk and laugh for hours after dinner, and I was more than happy to keep their beverages full when needed.
Often the other ladies would talk about their husbands, but Miss Parks never mentioned hers. She usually wore what looked like a wedding ring, but I never saw her with him nor heard her mention her husband.
As July rolled around, I was getting pretty familiar with the habits of most of the Tuesday ladies, especially Miss Parks. One Tuesday as I put her golf bag back into her car, I somehow off handedly mentioned that her tires were looking a bit worn, and might want to have her husband take a look at them. Yes, somewhat sexist but it was more of an inquiry than a comment about men knowing tires. "You think so? I'll have them looked at, but it won't be my husband, he passed away about six years ago." "I'm sorry Miss Parks, I didn't know. Sorry to assume..." "No problem, you wouldn't have known, and I'm past the grieving stage. On with life! And thanks for helping with my bag." "Anytime!"
Well know I knew why she didn't comment on her husband with the other ladies.
That Thursday she came into the club for dinner with some of her friends. I made sure I served her table and her friends. They laughed and chatted for hours, and the wine and martinis were flowing nicely. The club was pretty empty, a few folks in the bar around 10pm, and they were the only ones left in the dining room. Two of the ladies had to call their husbands for a ride, the third was close enough to walk home, and that left Miss Parks. "Miss Parks, I don't think it would be wise for you to drive this evening, I'm just saying, not to be rude...Maybe you could ride with one of your friends." "Actually you are right...I'm in no shape to drive, but my friends husbands are horrible drivers....giggle....I'm not sure what I'll do, maybe I'll call an Uber." "I can call a cab for you, but it might be a while seeing as we are pretty far out into the sticks here." "When do you get off work?" she asked. "It should be any minute, we are pretty much cleaned up in the back."
"I have a great idea...why don't you drive me in my car home, and then just walk back here to grab your car. I only live about a mile away, maybe a mile and a half. The weather is nice, and I'll make sure to tip you well!"
Single, nice body, and blond....."Sure Miss Parks, that sounds like something we could work out!"
I ran to the back, dropped of my order pad and apron, punched out, and then proceeded to walk back to meet Miss Parks at the front door. "Super, thanks for doing this!" she said. "No problem." We walked to her car, she unlocked the doors, and I opened hers for her..."Wow, what a gentleman!" as she stepped inside. I hurried to the driver side and slid inside. With a push of the button the engine roared to life. "Ok, where too Miss Parks?" I asked. "Out of the parking lot, and turn left. And please call me Allison. Miss Parks makes me sound like my mother-in-law."
We drove the whopping 5 mins to her house, and she kind of had that buzzed babble all the way there, telling me about her golf game improvements and how she wished the summers were longer here.
We pulled into the driveway, and I jumped out, ran around, and opened her door. She stepped out of the car, and stumbled. I put my arms around her to catch her from falling. "Wow, thanks for that...nice catch." Being this close to her started to give me goose bumps. I felt her soft skin, her tight body, and the smell of her perfume made me tingle. "Anytime!"
We walked to the front door, and she took her keys and opened up the door. "Come on in, I'll show you around." Without hesitation I followed her in and closed the door behind us. "This big place, and just me." We first went to the kitchen, and she offered me a glass of scotch. I have never had scotch, but I was not about to say no to anything she suggested. It burned at first, but they all do. I was more than willing to keep sipping. We chatted about the house, the club, the crappy #4 green, her swing, and my plans for college. "Come on, I'll show the rest of the place." We wandered thru the living room, a glance at the dark back yard, home office, and finally to the master bedroom at the end of a long hall.
