Several days passed since the pool incident and Sally and George continued to enjoy their time with their grandson, Ryan. Because the weather was so hot, they spent many an afternoon by or in the pool - - but George was ever-vigilant and she was resigned to keeping the peace. Ryan seemed to pretend that nothing had happened, even if she caught him staring at her in her bikini more than once.
Mid-week, before she turned in for bed, she told the guys that she was golfing the next day - - bright and early. They'd have to make their own breakfasts. Not a problem for Ryan. But, George muttered a sour response and flapped his hands at her.
The next morning, Sally woke before the sun rose. She showered and pulled on her golf skirt and a tight polo. She filled a thermos and skipped breakfast. She wanted to get on the course early and try to get a couple of holes in before her usual partners arrived. Just as she was opening the back door, footsteps bounded into the kitchen behind her. She turned. It was Ryan - - dressed in cargo shorts and a t-shirt.
"Morning, gran," he muttered sleepily.
"Hello yourself," she answered brightly.
"Hey," he went on, rubbing his eyes. "I thought I might tag along. Get out on the driving range or something."
She smiled.
"Sure, honey," she answered, putting the thermos on the kitchen counter. "Do you want to grab something to eat before?"
He shook his head. "Nah. I'll pick up something at the course. If that snack bar is open early."
She nodded. "Well, come on then. Let's get going before it gets crowded."
They drove through the dawning sunlight and were the first to arrive at the course. Sally pulled her golf bag out of the trunk, but Ryan rushed up and snatched it from her.
"Let me get that," he said. "I used to be a pretty good caddy."
Sally clapped her hands together and laughed. "A caddy! I haven't had one of those in years."
They made their way to the first tee. It was a glorious morning - - bright, sunny, and fresh. Sally felt her spirits lifting with the thought of enjoying some quiet time on the hushed course with her hunky grandson.
While Ryan stood to the side, Sally drew a club from her bag, teed up a ball, and swung. She must have been distracted because the ball burped away from the club and sputtered through the grass.
Ryan chuckled behind her.
"Mulligan," she declared, teeing up another ball.
She shook her hips to settle into her stance and paused. She glanced quickly over shoulder. As she suspected, Ryan's eyes were glued to her big ass, swaying under her skirt. A grin flicked across her lips.
"Watch my swing, will you, honey," she requested. "I seem to be having some issues today."
Ryan assented and she wiggled her hips with a little extra vigor. She slowly drew the club back and shifted her eyes upward. The club head swished past the ball, missing it completely.
"Oh, drat," she huffed. "What is going on?"
She turned to Ryan and he grinned back at her.
"What do you think?" She settled into her stance facing her grandson, making sure he had a good view of the cleavage peeking between her polo's buttons. "Am I not keeping my hips still?"
She took a quick swing.
"Looks good to me," Ryan said.
Sally turned back around and addressed the ball, again making sure to shake her wide hips and big ass.
"Honey," she said over her shoulder. "You're the big golfer. Can you help me out?"
He chuckled and his footsteps neared.
"Well," he said. "Hips look good. Stance is right."
His big, bulky body leaned over hers and his meaty hands covered hers on the club grip. She felt his groin brush lightly against her ass and she bit her lip to silence a sigh.
"Okay," he continued, tightening his grip on her hands. "Head down and raise the club."
He guided her as she pulled the club up. Instead of swinging down, she hesitated and pushed her ass against Ryan's crotch. She shifted it back and forth slightly.
"Like that?" She asked with overly dramatic innocence.
"Uh huh," her grandson responded, settling his chest a little tighter to her back. "That feels pretty good."
She almost guffawed. Instead, she hunched her body backward until Ryan's torso covered her from his shoulders to his groin. She wiggled her body.
"That does feel right," she whispered. "Doesn't it?"
"Hmmmfffff." Ryan's cock answered the question more directly. It was swelling against her backside.
Sally glanced around. The course was still empty. A couple of sprinklers swooshed on a green somewhere in the distance. Fuck George, she thought suddenly. What he doesn't know can't hurt him.
She raised the club and whacked at the ball, which shot off into a stand of shrubs and trees to the right of the tee.
"Darnn," she exclaimed. Ryan's body still pressed against her back. "That was my favorite ball." She straightened up. "We'll have to go find it."
She stood and Ryan stepped away from her. She pushed the club back in her bag.
"Come on, caddy," she said as she strode off the tee and into the shrubs. "Extra big tip if you find my ball."
Ryan crashed through the foliage behind her. Sally puttered along under the trees, kicking at the leaf litter, and leading Ryan deeper and deeper into the scrubby woods. When she judged they were far enough away from the course, she stopped and turned to her grandson. He pulled up short of her.
She locked her eyes onto his.
"You know, honey," she said slowly. "Grandpa George makes me kind of mad."
Ryan frowned. "What?"
"He makes me mad," she repeated. "Always trying to ruin my fun. Like the other day in the pool."
Ryan blushed.
