I am not a writer, far from it. Except for the names and places, the stories you read are for the most part true. Still they are not biographies. Artistic license has been taken to enhance or in some cases minimize the events described. All sexual situations were between consensual adults within the framework of their story.
This is the ninth of now twelve interviews I have worked on over the last four years.
Most of these stories cover several years. I will try to keep the chapters short. I suggest you save one for reference. None of the stories are mine, any personal friend, or relative.
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I know nothing about golf, in fact the only time I have actually been on the course itself was when Donald and I first started to have marriage trouble. I purposely took him to the course late one afternoon so he could teach me.
I loved the course with both trees and wide open spaces. Donald had little patience to teach me so I soon got bored. With few others playing it wasn't long before I found the perfect spot and disrobed.
I tried to get Donald to fuck me but he couldn't keep an erection long enough as he kept getting worried someone would see us. I on the other hand was beyond excited hoping someone would. He did get a half ass blow job. As for me my back and ass itched from the grass until I got home and showered.
I'm not sure how long they will play today. I guess it will depend on how they do as a group. Winning determines how many rounds they play. If all goes well they will still be playing Sunday. Lose too many and we will be heading home Friday or Saturday.
There is a light on the phone flashing, apparently there is a message for me. Hopefully it's Poole.
I listen to the message only to find a package had arrived with my name on it. I head down to the lobby and retrieve it. On the large stuffed envelope it says 'Thursday'.
Confused I open it up to find a note from Lela explaining I have work to do. Inside are resumes. I chuckle to myself and after breakfast throw on a one piece swim suit and head down to the pool to study.
People looked at me like I was crazy working at the pool, for me it was natural, I do it every day. It was just after eleven thirty when a shadow cast over me.
"Would you care to join me for lunch?" Misty asked.
'Seriously?" I gulped.
She was dressed in a bikini I swore Tina custom made for her. It covered everything and nothing. The fact it formed like a second skin was downright amazing.
"My treat." Misty smiled.
"You sure... I mean after last night..."
"Jane, it's ok, really." Misty smiled widely. "Leave your work at the desk and take a break. I promise you'll have the afternoon to finish."
Something about the way she said it made me think she was right. I put the documents back in the envelope and dropped it off at the desk for safe keeping. When we walked past the restaurant to the elevators I got nervous.
"I thought we were having lunch?" I asked as the doors opened.
"We are, in my room. It has a nice view and fewer distractions." Misty smiled.
She took my hand and led me in the elevator and held it the whole way to her room. It was a suite, bigger than my room but outfitted the same. From her balcony you could see the golf course and the pool.
Misty called room service and asked that lunch be sent up. After hanging up she walked over and sat on the couch near the balcony.
"Come sit with me." Misty motioned to the other end of the couch.
I moved instead to the large overstuffed chair opposite her.
"Suit yourself." She smiled removing her wrap.
I removed mine as well letting her know I wasn't intimidated.
"So, you're Poole's slut?" Misty blurted out.
"And you're not?" I snapped back.
"No Jane, I'm not." Misty replied unabashedly. "Not that I wouldn't want to be."
"What do you mean?" I asked confused.
"I'm not his type of woman he says." Misty explained a bit sadly.
"But you're absolutely beautiful...I mean look at you!" I almost shouted.
"Nature has been good to me, I'll admit." Misty blushed. "Still there's more than looks."
"Yet you were riding his cock." I reminded her.
"Yeah. Can't deny that." Misty smiled as if she was remembering that moment. "Can you blame me?"
"No." I admitted truthfully.
Just then there as a knock on the door. Misty quickly stood and went to answer it.
"Over on the coffee table please." Misty led the young man to the table in front of the couch.
He looked at me in my one piece suit quickly scanning my body as I'm sure he did hers as she walked in front of him. Misty signed for the delivery and walked the young man back to the door.
"Thanks, that will be all." Misty said before closing the door.
"That was fast." I noted as she sauntered back to join me.
When she walked back she stopped beside me. Reaching her hand out Misty took mine and stood me up.
"Won't you join me on the couch?" Misty asked seductively.
"I think I better stay on the chair, I'm not sure I trust you." I said honestly.
"Very well the chair it is." Misty flopped down pulling me on her lap.
"Hey!" I protested as her arms wrapped around my waist. "What are you doing?"
"Saving time." Misty pulled me tighter. "This way I don't have to subtly move closer on the couch."
"Let me go." I struggled feebly.
"I have a better Idea." Misty held me with one arm and pulled the coffee table to the chair we shared. "Lunch is served."
Misty picked up a chocolate covered strawberry and held it to my lips. I stopped struggling and looked her right in the eyes.
"Jane, it will only happen if you want it to." Misty said as if reading my mind.
I knew the moment she stood over me at the pool this might happen. Maybe part of me wanted it to, maybe ...I just didn't trust myself. As Misty held the fruit for me to bite I felt I could trust her. I leaned in and sunk my teeth into the succulent fruit. Misty bit the remainder off the stem.
"Do you always start with desert?" I whispered.
"Oh Jane, that wasn't desert." Misty leaned in and kissed me softly. "You are."
Misty wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in for an even more passionate kiss. I couldn't believe I was in the arms of this goddess and she just told me I was the object of her desire. Pulling one strap of my suit over my shoulder Misty rubbed another strawberry around my areola coating it with chocolate and juice. Her lips tugged at my nipple as she squeezed the base.
I found myself wanting this more and more. I reached behind and untied the back of Misty's top. This emboldened her even further.
"Come with me." Misty cooed.
Kissing me once again she started to move me off her lap.
"What about lunch?" I asked stupidly.
