Foreplay!

This mildly erotic short story takes place on the golf course. Two attractive females accept a challenge from two lads: the girls’ clothes against the guy’s money. How far are they prepared to go? If you know nothing about golf at least you can admire the scenery!

 

Even though it was only ten in the morning. the aircon on my Toyota was already working overtime. I hardly needed the weather forecaster on the radio to tell me it was going to be another scorching hot day. The forecast was then followed by the obligatory health warning from our nannying authorities advising everyone to stay indoors, drink plenty of water, only go out if absolutely necessary, and to look out for elderly neighbours. We were now into our second week of hot, humid weather and the novelty had begun to wear off. Today’s forecast suggested temperatures could reach near record levels, approaching forty degrees centigrade.

 

I pulled into the golf club car park and straight away noticed how empty it was, even considering it was mid-week. Obviously most people were heeding the health warnings and staying inside. Among the half a dozen or so cars that were parked I noticed Lee’s black BMW, I pulled in alongside it and parked. Despite Lee being younger than me at only twenty-four, he was wealthy enough to afford a new, high-end car quite regularly. He’d had this ‘Beamer’ for nearly a year now so it must be due to be replaced. From the car park I could see part of the course; it looked deserted.  Nevertheless, I took my golf bag out of the boot of the car and made my way to the clubhouse.

 

I found Lee sitting at a table sipping on a lime and soda with plenty of ice. As I said, Lee is just twenty-four; he is from a wealthy South Asian family. He is about five-foot six inches tall, slim, with short, well-groomed, dark hair. He is always dressed immaculately – and expensively! – today he was wearing a Ping navy polo shirt teamed with matching shorts. After exchanging greetings and pleasantries,  I ordered myself the same drink. We had been due to play a foursome with a pair of slightly older gents, but Lee advised me that they had ‘cried off’ because of the weather. I wasn’t surprised as one of them suffered from a heart condition and for whom the heat would be stifling, and a health risk. There were a few others in the clubhouse but they seemed to be just there making the most of the air conditioning rather than considering venturing out to the course.

 

After we’d finished our drinks we wandered across to the pro shop and course office, still not sure what to do. I should point out that neither Lee or I were members of this particular course but we played here a few times a year and had pre-booked and paid in advance for eighteen holes. The club representative welcomed us but was quite negative. Given the extreme heat she advised us against playing until later in the afternoon. If this wasn’t convenient she said that we could transfer our booking to another day. However, she stated that the course was open and she wouldn’t stop us playing if we chose to, but it was at our risk. If we did play she suggested we took plenty of water with us, and stayed in the shade as much as possible. I joked that the way I played I tended to spend a lot of time in the trees anyway!

 

We decided to play an initial nine holes, and if it got unbearable, we’d call it a day. Decision taken; we made our way to the putting area to practice our short game before heading out onto the course proper. Needless to say, Lee’s golf bag was a top-of-the range ‘Callaway’, mounted on an electric trolley, and was filled with the most expensive clubs. I reckon his driver must have cost more than my whole set, which, incidentally, was held in a less-fashionable bag that I’d purchased in the sales, mounted on a hand-push trolley (even this was a step-up – I normally carried my bag, but as it was so hot I thought I’d be lazy!).

 

When we got to the practice area we found it was already occupied; by two of the most attractive young women I’d ever seen on a golf course, or for that matter, anywhere else. We exchanged greetings, and as there was no one else about, we started chatting.

 

We discovered the girls were called Jayne and Sarah. Like us they were due to play another pair but, like ours, they’d pulled out due to the weather. Did I mention the girls were gorgeous? Jayne was in her mid-twenties, about five-foot-two tall, she had a body to die for, silky, long wavy blond hair, an extraordinarily pretty face with piercing brown eyes and an endearing smile. Sarah was a similar age, slightly taller, a great body, blonde hair that was marginally darker and shorter than Jayne’s, and she wore it in a ponytail. She too was extremely pretty, and her smile had a hint of cheekiness about it that caused her cheeks to dimple. Both girls had lovely, well-turned legs. Their complexion was clear, healthy, outdoorsy, and they were both tanned to a coppery hue, suggesting they’d been making the most of the summer’s sunshine. Their skin literally gleamed under today’s bright light.

 

The girls were dressed immaculately, and considering the location, very sexily! Jayne was wearing a tight, white vest that emphasised her gorgeous breasts, and a short white skirt that was definitely a skirt and not a skort because when she bent over to pick up her ball we got a flash of pink knickers! She was sporting a ‘Titleist’ white mesh golf cap that emphasised her pretty features rather than hid them. Sarah was dressed from top to toe in very chic ‘Ping’ branded gear, you could say ‘she looked peng in Ping!’ She was also wearing a short skirt, hers was sky-blue, and we’d already had a flash of her panties too – which were yellow. She’d teamed it with a matching sky-blue sleeveless polo shirt, and wore a sun visor also branded with the ‘Ping’ logo, which her cute ponytail stuck out the back of. Both girls looked very stylish – and hot!

 

Jayne’s golf gear was similar to mine, that is serviceable but not ‘top-of-the-range’, although she did have the benefit of a powered trolley. Whereas Sarah’s competed with Lee’s in terms of expense and branding. Although their equipment suggested that they were both proficient golfers, the girls indicated that the main reason they came to the club was to meet people and make connections. Jayne worked as a Personal Assistant (PA) to the director of a local company but had aspirations (and the looks!) to get into modelling. Sarah came from a well-to-do family and didn’t need to work. Whereas Jayne came across as quite reserved, Sarah exuded confidence and had a bit of cocky, ‘brass-neck’ about her. 

 

We chatted amiably for a while longer; one thing led to another and we agreed to play a foursome, gentlemen against ladies.

 

Because we weren’t sure how many holes we would end up playing, we decided on a ‘Bestball Matchplay’ format, in which we all played our own ball throughout the round, and on each hole the team’s lowest score (or ‘best ball’) would provide the team score. This suited me because I was very much at the amateur end of amateur! I only played once or twice a month at most. My handicap was usually in the upper teens, low twenties. Lee on the other hand played more regularly and his handicap was mid to low teens. Under this format Lee’s score was more likely to count than mine. The girls professed to having mid-twenties handicaps. To keep things simple and sociable we agreed to all play from the red tees and that we would give the girls one shot each at every hole.

 

Now I must admit that Lee is more competitive than me. I would have been quite happy to just have a friendly, casual, relaxed round of golf in the company of two beautiful women; not Lee, he has to be fiercely competitive in virtually everything he does. So at this point he suggested we play ‘Skins’. For those unfamiliar with the term it basically means you compete for a prize, usually money, at each hole. Lee suggested a fiver each per hole. So, for instance, if the girls won the hole, I would pay each of the girls a fiver, and Lee would do likewise. So each girl would make ten Pounds on that hole. With Skins it is common practice that if the hole is halved (that is there is a tie) the Skin is rolled over and added to the Skin for the next hole. Not to make it too expensive for the girls should they lose, Lee proposed that there would be no roll over and each hole was to be treated individually.

 

The girls huddled together and whispered to each other in deep discussion. I could hear them giggling as they deliberated our, or should I say, Lee’s proposal. Eventually the seemingly more confident one, Sarah, turned to face us, a broad grin on her dimpled face. What she suggested next astounded me. She proposed that we made it ten Pounds each if we lost, and in return, if they lost, instead of paying us money, each of the girls would remove an item of clothing - 'Strip Golf' Sarah called it.

 

We looked at the girls in disbelief. I think secretly we were calculating what they were wearing and how many holes we’d have to win to get them stripped. I thought they’d probably got eight or nine items on each. The chances of winning that many holes out of the nine we were intending to play was pretty optimistic. So we were unlikely to get them completely naked. I doubt they’d go that far anyway. But if we were able to win six holes, we could potentially get them down to their undies. From what we could see already they did have gorgeous bodies. Lee must have been thinking along the same lines because he asked for clarification of what classed as an item of clothing.

 

The girls briefly discussed this and Sarah confirmed that they’d like to include their cap/visor but not their gloves, that their shoes would count as one item, as would their socks. This gave them a total of seven items each.

 

This was much more favourable to us. I looked at Lee; from his wide-eyed, leering expression I knew he’d already made his mind up. The downside was that if we lost all nine holes it would cost us one-hundred and eighty pounds each – but that couldn’t happen could it? The girls were so attractive it was a risk I was willing to take. I nodded to Lee and he excitedly accepted the challenge on our behalf. The girls giggled gleefully as we shook their hands.

 

The course we were about to play was one of those often found in the UK where it has literally been sculptured into old parkland. Nestled into rolling unspoilt countryside, the course had everything you might expect from an established parkland course: manicured tree-lined fairways, well-conditioned maintained tees and greens, and imaginatively crafted holes, all of which complemented the beautiful surroundings. Being inland with plenty of tree cover, wind was rarely an issue. Today we could have done with some! The course was so sheltered there was not a breath of breeze to moderate the scorching temperature. There were no particular scary hazards to contend with. The difficulty level was however increased by the narrowness of some of the fairways due to the trees. A wayward shot was likely to end up in the woods rather than in the rough. I wasn’t joking earlier when I said I tended to spend a lot of time in the trees!

 

As we made our way to the first tee, Lee and I discussed what our tactics would be. As Lee was the better player, with the longer drive (and the better clubs!), we decided he should take more risks. I would play safety first. I knew my driving was a bit erratic so I would use my fairway woods and irons as much as possible, only getting my driver out if absolutely necessary. We also thought our best chances of winning would be on the longer holes where Lee’s longer driving should come into play. Fortunately, most of the long holes were on the outward nine.

 

Meanwhile the girls were chatting, giggling, and generally larking about. They were obviously very good friends; in fact they seemed close enough to be sisters.

 

I’m usually a bit nervous at the first tee. There are often other players waiting to tee off, and you’re in full view of the clubhouse. The last thing you want to do is make a complete hash of your first shot. Today, however, we were the only ones brave enough to face the sun and heat, and I knew the clubhouse was virtually empty. Apart from not wanting to make a total fool of myself in front of the girls, I was unusually quite relaxed.

 

The first hole was a Par 5 over 440 yards, so we hoped we could win this one and get off to a flyer. There was a ridge at about 230 yards and if you could get over that there was a chance the ball would kick on towards the green. It was doubtful that the girls or I could reach the ridge, but I thought Lee should be able to.

 

We gave the ladies the opportunity to tee first; Sarah bravely stepped forward. I think she was only joking when she said, “I think I’ll use this long stick because I like the colour of its grip’!

 

Sarah’s pre-shot routine consisted of a couple of practice swings as she looked towards the target. She then lifted her shirt from her shoulders where it had become stuck due to perspiration. She moved to the ball, gripped, and waggled her club, simultaneously shifting weight slightly between her feet, lifting her toes from the ground in order to find a comfortable standing position. before finally addressing the ball.

 

As she swung her driver her hips rotated and her blue mini skirt inched up and I got a teasing view of her yellow panties. If that happened every time she swung, we were in for a treat! I made a mental note of where to stand to get the best view. She hit a decent enough tee shot that landed on the fairway about 190 yards distance. I was impressed.

 

Apart from the distraction of glimpsing Sarah’s panties, I noted that she had a very smooth, slow backswing, and a classic, fluid downswing. If anything she was a bit constrained on her follow-through, and I thought that if she learnt to overcome this she could probably increase her distances. But who was I to criticise? She was already hitting the ball as far, if not further, than I could!

 

Lee stepped up next and gave the ball a mighty clout with his big driver; it sailed over the ledge, and just as we thought it would with the ground being so hard, it bounced on another fifty or sixty yards.

 

Jayne went next and just as had happened with Sarah, as she swung I got a glimpse of her pretty pink panties. This was going to be fun! Jayne’s swing was like mine – workmanlike rather than classic. Even so, her ball landed not far from Sarah’s. I went last and used my trusty 3-wood to get within yards of the girls. As Lee trundled off in front of us I stayed close to the girls. This gave me the advantage of seeing the girls play their second shots. I got a peek of the girls’ knickers with each shot. It took the three of us four more shots to reach the green, whereas Lee got there in only three more; he’d also missed out on the sight-seeing.

 

Although the greens had been well-watered, the scorching sun had rapidly dried them out and they were playing particularly fast. It was going to take us a while to figure them out. Both the girls three-putted, which with their one-shot allowance gave them, each a score of nett seven. When the girls bent down to retrieve their balls from the hole they gave us another tantalising view up their short skirts. They must have known they were giving us quite a show but they didn’t seem too worried. I three-putted as well to give me a score of seven too. At least we’d not lost the hole! If Lee could hole in two putts we would win the hole. His first putt rolled tormentingly close to the hole but went past, but he sunk the second. We’d won the first hole! I don’t think I’d ever felt so elated during a friendly match.

 

“Well done.” Sarah said, “We’ll take our caps off later.”

 

Lee and I moved on to the second tee with a spring in our step. The second hole was a 300-yard Par 4, so again we thought we had a chance to ‘out-distance’ the girls. It was Lee’s turn to tee off first. He used his trusty driver again and clouted his ball about 200 yards; it landed safely on the fairway. Jayne went next and, to be fair, wasn’t far short of Lee. It was my turn to go next and I decided on a change of tactics which I wouldn’t tell Lee about. I would try and hit my ball as close as possible to one of the girls so that I could watch them play their next shot – sneaky eh?

 

I aimed at where Jayne’s ball was and hit mine toward it. Although I struck the ball well enough with my 3-wood it appeared as if my ball landed behind the only tree on the edge of the fairway! Sarah went last and she finished up slightly short of Jayne. Sure enough, I was behind a tree and had to pitch out onto the fairway proper. More annoyingly, I couldn’t see the girls from where my ball had finished! The other three all got within pitching distance of the green with their second shots, and they were all on the green in three. Fortunately both girls three putted again giving them both a nett score of five. Lee had pitched to within two feet of the hole, if he sunk this putt he’d par the hole and we’d have our second Skin. He only went and did it! After two holes we were two Skins up!

 

“Well done, again.” Sarah said, “We’ll take our shoes off later.”

 

We moved on confidently to the next tee, thinking to ourselves that if we carried on like this who knew how much we’d see! Hole Three, at 140 yards, was one of the shortest on the course and was a par three. Lee’s driving distance was less of an advantage here, in fact we all ought to be able to reach the green. There were two bunkers, one on each side of the green, so the tee shot had to be accurate.

 

It was Jayne’s turn to go first; using a 4-iron she not only landed on the green, but she also landed pin high. We all congratulated her on her excellent shot, although I’m sure Lee and I were secretly upset with it! I went next and overhit, landing on the back of the green, some distance from the hole. Sarah also landed towards the back of the green and Lee hit his tee shot into one of the bunkers. Jayne tapped in for an unbeatable two. The girls had won their first twenty pounds each. More disappointingly, they didn’t lose any clothes!

 

We moved on to Hole Four. This was four-hundred-yard par five; we hoped distance would give us an advantage again. This was a tricky hole as the out-of-bounds boundary ran close to the left-hand side of the fairway. Psychologically this made you drive to the right. The fairway was also bisected by a series of bunkers at about two-hundred yards, so there was a chance these would come into play. It was my turn to drive first. I used my 3-wood hoping to stop just short of the bunkers, which I did, but this left me still over two-hundred-yards from the hole. Sarah went next and drove straight, true, and long, clearing all the cross bunkers. She high-fived with Jayne to celebrate  her excellent shot. Lee went next but drove into one of the bunkers. Jayne opted to play safe and drove short of the bunkers close to where my ball had stopped. I was pleased with this because it gave me an opportunity to watch her second shot and see a flash of her panties again. Both our second shots ended up close to each other too, about fifty yards short of the green. Lee pitched out of the bunker and his third shot finished close to mine and Jayne’s. Sarah’s second finished within pitching distance of the green. Jayne and I both hit our third shots to the edge of the green, but Lee hit his fourth into another bunker. If we were going to rescue the hole it was down to me. The pressure was on. Sarah was on the green in three, Jayne and I in four and Lee in five. Fortunately, Sarah three-putted giving her a net score of five. Amazingly, I sunk my putt to give me a score of five too. We’d halved the hole. It was mine and Lee’s turn to high-five.

 

We moved on to Hole Five which was a 380-yard par four. The main difficulty with this hole was a slopping green that went steeply downhill from right to left. When it was playing fast as it was today we found it best to be below the hole putting uphill towards it. It was Sarah’s turn to tee off first. She hit another great shot which must have finished some 180 yards distant. Lee followed and made up for his wayward drive last time by sending the ball straight down the middle some 200 yards plus. Jayne hit a nice shot too, though 30 to 40 yards short of her partner. I went last and my ball settled somewhere between Jayne’s and Sarah’s almost as if planned!

 

All of our second shots ended close together, about 25 – 35 yards from the green, and our third shots put us all on the green, although no-one was particularly close to the hole. Lee redeemed himself somewhat by taking just two putts to finish on five. The rest of us took three putts, giving us all six, but the girls had nett five due to their shot in hand. Another hole halved. We moved on.

 

Hole Six was another par four, and although it was theoretically over 300 yards, the fairway slopped quite steeply down to the green, so if you hit the ball over 150 yards onto the fairway you could end up within chipping distance of the green. It also meant you couldn’t see the flag, or where your ball ended up. Lee teed off first using his big driver; Jayne and Sarah used their drivers and I stuck with my 3-wood which had served me well so far. All the shots seemed quite decent. We all set off towards the green not quite knowing what to expect. Lee had left about 75 yards to the green whilst the rest of us were just over a hundred yards away. After our second shots Lee was on the green and the rest of us just a short pitch away. The three of us pitched on in three. I was desperate for Lee to make his putt. His first effort came up slightly short but he tapped in the next giving him a score of four. If either of the girls two-putted they would halve the hole. Fortunately they both tree-putted – we’d won another hole!

 

“Don’t get too excited boys.” Sarah laughed, “But that’s our socks coming off!”

 

We moved on rapidly to the next tee knowing if we won one more hole the girls’ tops would be coming off. We could see they’d both got great breasts. And Hole Seven should play to our (rather Lee’s) strengths; it was another par five, this one over 500-yards long – one of the longest on the course. It would take at least three shots to get close to the green. Jayne drove off first and we all followed. In fact it took all of us four shots to reach the green, which was long, with the pin set at the far end. It came down to who could sink the longest putt. Amazingly I sank mine in two, giving me and overall score of six; Lee took three putts giving him seven overall, Sarah took four putts, giving her seven as well. It was all down to Jayne, if she took four putts or more the girls would lose the hole - and their shirts! Jayne’s first putt was desperately short; I think the pressure had gotten to her. Her second effort was better but still left her about two foot short of the hole. So she’d got to sink this two-foot putt to save the hole and the girls’ shirts. We all watched with bated breath. The ball rolled towards the hole and stopped about an inch short. We’d won! Lee and I gasped ‘Yes!’.

 

“Damn!” Jayne yelped, “What does that mean?” She’d not worked out the implications of her narrow miss.

 

“That means we’ve got to take our tops off.” Sarah confirmed resignedly, "They'll come off later boys. We promise."

We moved on to Hole Eight knowing that if we won this the girls’ skirts would be coming off, and those pretty panties that we’d been getting glimpses of would be fully exposed. This hole was a 330-yard par 4. The out-of-bounds ran down the left-hand side of the fairway and there were bunkers to the right, so accuracy was key. It was my turn to drive first. I questioned Lee as to whether I should use my driver, but Lee convinced me to stick with my 3-wood. I sent the ball down the middle to about 180 yards. Sarah followed me and drove to a similar distance. Lee went next, and although he drove considerably further, he landed in a bunker. Jayne drove last and landed safely on the fairway close to Sarah. We all reached the green in four shots. Jayne putted first and sent a cracking putt to within six inches of the hole, giving her a nett five, meaning Lee and I had to sink our putts to halve the hole. Lee went first and two putted; I followed and did the same. The girls had won. Their skirts were safe for now at least, and they’d won another twenty pounds each. To say they were elated was an understatement. Sarah wrapped her arms around her playing partner and lifted her off the ground in celebration; they kissed passionately. I found that watching the girls embrace was quite a turn on, especially as Jayne’s skirt got hitched up during their bear-hug and we got a cheeky view of the bottom of her bum.

 

The girls were jubilant as we moved on to Hole Nine. This was a short par three. The girls had won the previous two par threes so they were confident; the free shot certainly gave them more of an advantage at the shorter holes. Sarah used her five iron and landed on the green. Lee followed and hit the green with his seven iron. Jayne copied Sarah and also landed on the green. I went last with a six iron – and found a bunker! Sarah putted first and took two putts, giving her a nett two, meaning Lee needed to sink his put to halve the hole (or I had to chip in from the bunker). Lee’s putt rolled agonisingly close but didn’t drop. Needless to say I didn’t chip in! The girls celebrated with another kiss and cuddle. This time it was Sarah’s skirt that got hoicked up. We could see virtually all of her peachy bottom.

 

Originally we’d agreed to only play nine holes, but after a short discussion we decided to play on. We topped our water bottles up then moved on to Hole Ten, which was a 350-yard par four in a dog leg configuration. This negated a long drive as you had to drive to the elbow at about 150-yards and then hit on from there. If you overshot the elbow you were in trouble. Lee teed off first, using a 4-iron, even then he went beyond the elbow into the rough, but fortunately short of the trees. Jayne went next and just about reached the elbow, as did I, we both used irons. Sarah used a 4-wood and this proved to be the best choice. We all reached the green in four shots, even Lee, whose lie in the rough wasn’t too bad. It was going to come down to a putting competition again. Fortunately both the girls three-putted giving them scores of nett six. Lee three-putted too giving him a score of seven. It was down to me. If I sunk my first putt the girls’ skirts would be coming off. I can’t recall being under so much pressure on the golf course before! For me sinking this putt would be like winning The Open! As my ball rolled towards the hole we all held our breath. I’m sure we all thought I’d made the shot, the ball rolled around the rim but failed to drop. The girls exhaled in relief. I tapped in for a six and the hole was halved. We moved on to Hole Eleven.

 

This hole was another 350-yard par four and although fairly straight it had a series of bunkers between 150 – 180 yards. So you either had to be confident in your drive to clear them, or be cautious and drop just short of them. We decided that Lee would go long, as he should be able to clear the hazards, and I would aim to drop short. It was Jayne’s turn to tee off first and she hit a nice shot that ended just short of the hazards. I followed and landed my ball no more than ten yards from Jayne’s. I knew that being so close had an added bonus! Sarah went next and drove longer than either Jayne or I but landed in the sand. Lee went last, and although he cleared the bunkers he went into the rough on the left of the fairway. All four of us ended up about 80 – 100 yards from the green after our second shots, after our third we were all just a pitching-wedge shy. Lee putted-in in two for a two-over-par six. Fortunately Jayne and Sarah both three putted giving them a nett six too. If I could make my putt, which was an ambitious 8-feet, I’d win the hole and the girls would lose their skirts. The thought of seeing them in their skimpy underwear was enough to put me off and I left my putt a hopeless foot from the hole. I tapped in for six as well. Another hole halved.

 

We moved on to Hole 12 quite optimistically; we knew this was another par five and we’d won every one of these so far. I drove first and it was probably my best drive so far, straight and long (well, long for me!). Sarah went next and finished on the fairway some 20 – 30 yards short of my ball. Even Lee’s ball didn’t go much further than mine despite him using his big driver. Jayne hit the fairway too, some 50 yards short of my effort. Feeling quite chuffed with myself we set off to make our second shots. We all took long-iron shots as the fairway was narrow with trees either side. Both girls sent their second shots into the trees. Although Lee and I commiserated with ‘Bad luck!’ to them both, inwardly we were delighted. Especially as our second shots both landed on the fairway. Lee and I were both on the green in four, whereas it took Jayne seven, and Sarah, who had had a nightmare getting out from the undergrowth, nine shots. I two-putted for an unassailable one-over-par six (incidentally my best ever score at this hole; I normally ended up in the trees here too!). Lee and I high fived then turned to the girls.

 

“I know! I know!” Sarah said, “That’s our skirts. We’ll take them off later – promise.”

 

I couldn’t believe it; both these two absolutely gorgeous girls were going to strip down to their undies. I felt myself going hard just thinking about it.

 

Hole 13 was a short par three, nevertheless we were hopeful we could reverse the trend of the girls winning the short holes. Although this was only 160-yard it was one of the dodgiest holes on the course. To the left of the fairway and green was a steep downward slope that could easily take your ball way off target. Sarah teed off first and steered her ball to the right of the green from where it trickled enticingly down the slope to finish about a foot away from the pin. Lee went next and his shot fell foul of the demon slope; although it landed about three yards from the pin it rolled about thirty yards downhill! Jayne’s approach shot stayed on the fairway only ten or so yards short. My shot went the same way as Lee’s. We conceded the hole there-and-then. The girls had won themselves another twenty quid each. We moved on to Hole 14.

 

We were back to a longer hole again, this time a 350-yard par four. The hole was fairly straight-forward apart from some deep cross bunkers at the front of the green, this tended to make you go deep with your approach shots. It was Lee’s turn to tee off first. He sent is ball over 200 yards straight down the middle. Jayne, to her credit, wasn’t far short. I aimed at Jayne’s ball and was delighted to end up quite close to it. Sarah went last and also made a good drive not far short of Lee’s. It seems the ‘reward for winning / risk of losing’ was having a positive impact on all of our games! All our second shots continued this trend and we were all within pitching distance of the green in two. Lee and I both pitched on in three but both girls pitched into the bunkers. Lee and I couldn’t hide our delight! When Lee sunk his second putt the girls gave up trying to retrieve the situation. Lee and I looked expectantly at the girls.

 

“Well done. You’ve won another hole.” Sarah said despondently.

 

“What does that mean?” Jayne asked, seemingly unaware of the implications.

 

“It means we’ve got to take our bras off and show them our tits.” Sarah clarified, seemingly none-too-bothered, “Is that right lads?”

 

Lee and I nodded excitedly like a couple of overjoyed schoolboys.

 

“Don’t worry, we will.” Sarah promised, “Won’t we Jayne?”

 

“I guess so.” Jayne agreed, less confidently.

 

We moved on to Hole 15. This was another par four, this time at just over 350-yards. The hole was configured as a right-hand ‘dog leg’ with the elbow (if dog legs have elbows!) at about 180 yards. This meant that long drives of 200-yards or more were likely to end up in the rough, or out-of-bounds. We’d seen previously that this levelled things up. Jayne teed-off first and her ball landed ideally placed on the elbow, giving her a straight line-in to the green. I overshot slightly but hoped my lie just off the fairway was still playable. Sarah’s ball ended up not far from Jayne’s; but Lee overhit his tee shot and his ball came to a halt in trees to the left of the fairway. Fortunately my lie wasn’t too bad and three of us were placed within pitching distance of the green in three shots, but Lee took four shots just to get out of the trees. If we were to save the hole it looked like it was down to me – no pressure there then! It was a difficult green to read; very long with the pin set towards the back, it sloped from left to right and was playing fast. Sarah putted first and came up woefully short; no doubt scared to overhit. Jayne went next and did the same. With the benefit of watching the girls putt before me, I putted to within a foot of the hole, and tapped in for a respectable one-over-par five. Both girls had left themselves plenty to do with their next putt. Realisation struck them that if they both missed their next putt they’d lost the hole – and their panties! The pressure was tangible. Sarah, faced with a putt of about eight foot went first. Her really good effort rolled towards the hole but stopped about six inches short; she tapped in for a seven nett six. It was all down to Jayne. She’d left a putt of about six foot; if she missed, both girls would be pulling their panties down. The rest of us could barely watch as she struck the ball towards the hole. I honestly didn’t think she’d hit it hard enough. Sarah must have thought the same because I heard her groan in desperation. The ball rolled very, very slowly, towards the hole, looking as if it was going to stop with each revolution. Right on the edge of the hole it stopped. Sarah howled in anguish. I was just about to cheer ‘Yes!’ when the ball toppled into the hole. The girls cheered as if they’d won the Solheim Cup. Sarah wrapped her arms around Jayne and lifted her up off the ground. Jayne, for her part, was so elated that she was unperturbed that her skirt had been hitched up to expose her virtually bare bottom. The hole was halved, we moved on.   

 

Hole 16 was a 135-yard par 3. The girls had won all of the par threes that we’d played so far, so we didn’t hold much hope. However, this one was slightly different in that the green was set on a raised plateau with steeply slopping sides all around; it was also a relatively small putting surface. If you failed to land on the green it was known to be a ‘card-wrecker’. To complicate matters further, the tee was set much higher than the green so it was difficult to judge the distance between the two. If you got it wrong you could get it horribly wrong! I teed-off first and my six-iron shot landed safely in the centre of the green about six feet from the pin. I breathed a sigh of relief! Sarah went next; her ball landed on the green but rolled agonisingly to the edge and down the steep slope. Lee’s shot landed on the green too and stayed there, thankfully. Jayne went last. Her ball pitched on the front slope of the green and bounced back towards her, ending up in dense rough. Lee and I looked at each other and grinned, we knew we’d never get a better chance of winning. By contrast, the girls looked despondently at each other, knowing that more than likely their goose was cooked. It took Sarah and Jayne four and five shots respectively to get to the green. I had at least four attempts to hole from six feet, surely even I could manage that! With the pressure off I actually sunk my first attempt for a birdie! Lee and I looked at each other in disbelief: we’d only gone and done it!

 

The girls took it surprisingly well. They both came over, congratulated us and shook our hands.

 

“Well done! I must admit I wasn’t expecting that.” Sarah confessed, “I suppose you’d like to collect your prize?”

 

Lee and I nodded excitedly like kids at Christmas. I wasn’t sure how – or where – we were going to ‘collect our prize’.

 

“Okay, follow us.” Sarah instructed.

 

Sarah, with Jayne close behind, led us to the edge of a wooded area next to the green we’d just finished on. She looked furtively around to make sure there was no one about, (we’d not seen another soul all day) and then pushed her way through some dense bushes. We emerged on the other side of the thick undergrowth into a flat, grassy clearing. I imagined at some point in the past it must have been a green when the course was configured differently. Now it was a secretive glade, quiet and secluded.

 

It was a magical spot, truly mystic. Surrounded by tall trees it was never-the-less bathed in sunlight that streaked in shafts of shimmering light through the branches and danced on the verdant carpet below. Although these illuminated the spot, the intense heat was filtered out. It was deathly quiet apart from the odd bird chattering annoyance at being disturbed by our intrusion. To one side of the dell was a grassy knoll that rose up several feet above the flat area to give the effect of a natural amphitheater. Sarah invited Lee and I to sit on this prominence. It was soft and spongy with moss, and smelt, not unpleasantly, rather earthy. The girls stood in the middle of the open space facing us.

 

“Ready?” Sarah asked.

 

We nodded enthusiastically. We must have felt like Alice entering a magical world through the looking glass. The girls removed their sun visor and cap and tossed them towards us, giggling as they did so. They then sat down on the spongy turf and started to undo their shoes. From our vantage point we had a great voyeuristic view right up their skirts of their shapely thighs and even their pretty panties. Although it was a glorious sight it would pale into insignificance compared with what we were about to see. Once they’d removed their shoes and socks both girls stood up and faced us again.

 

Jayne helped Sarah lift up and remove her sky-blue sleeveless polo shirt, exposing a white bra beneath. Sarah then reciprocated by raising Jayne’s tight, white vest and taking it off. Jayne was wearing a lacy, pink bra. Both girls had magnificent, full breasts. Sarah undid the zip to the side of her short, pale blue skirt. When it was fully undone Jayne pulled it down and Sarah stepped out of it. We’d had lots of glimpses of her yellow panties throughout the day, now they were fully exposed. They were tiny, and see-through. We could discern that she was shaved ‘down-there’ and we could make out the outline of her cute little slit.

 

Now it was now Jayne’s turn. She undid her short, white skirt and Sarah pulled it down to expose Jayne’s pink thong, which if anything, was even tinier and more transparent than Sarah’s. She too was shaved silky-smooth, and we could definitely see her adorable little slit.

 

Jayne then stepped behind Sarah and unclasped her bra; Sarah took her arms from it and slid it off, releasing her splendid breasts. They looked firm, full, and round; her areolas were two-pence-piece sized, dark and smooth, her breasts were slightly pointed at the nipples, which were sticking out prominently.

 

They changed positions and Sarah helped Jayne off with her bra. Jayne’s breasts were, perhaps, slightly smaller than Sarah’s but I thought they were wonderful. They pointed slightly out to the sides - ‘East-West’ I believe they’re termed – they were firm, full and delightfully shaped. Her areolas were larger and paler than Sarah’s but just as silken-smooth. Her cute little nipples were less pronounced and just begged to be sucked! I thought she looked absolutely fantastic as she stood in front of us in just her teensy pink thong.

 

The girls had given us an unbelievable show, and we would have been more than satisfied if they’d stopped there with them both just in their minuscule panties, which left virtually nothing to the imagination. But it seemed more was to follow! The girls turned to face each other, so that they were side-on from our view, and Jayne knelt in front of Sarah. Unbelievably, she took hold of Sarah’s tiny yellow panties and simply pulled them down. Sarah stepped out of them; she was now completely naked. Jayne stood up and Sarah knelt down in front of her. She wouldn’t, would she? Sarah looked up to Jayne’s face seeking permission; Jayne looked down and nodded to give the go-ahead. Sarah gripped Jayne’s pink thong and pulled it down. Sarah hesitated, I’m sure she was having a close look at Jayne’s most intimate parts which were only inches in front of her. Eventually Sarah stood up.

 

Both girls were now standing naked in front of us; and although they looked great in profile I desperately wanted them to turn to face us so we got a full-frontal view. Instead they stepped closer together, put their arms around each other, embraced and kissed. It was a long, lingering kiss, but playful rather than passionate. As they hugged, Sarah lowered her hands and gripped Jayne’s peachy bum cheeks; meanwhile Jayne was fondling Sarah’s breasts.

Watching the girls canoodling was the most sensual experience I’d ever witnessed; it was a massive turn on. I could feel my erection pressing firmly against my shorts. I desperately wanted to get it out and play with it. If Lee hadn’t been sitting next to me, I would have done. I guessed it was having the same impact on Lee but I didn’t look – blokes don’t do that! We both sat in total silence, captivated by the erotic, sensuous, girl-on-girl display.

 

The girls continued to cling to each other intimately, seemingly oblivious to us watching on. Indeed, Sarah now had her hand between Jayne’s legs and was gently stroking her delightful little pussy. Oh, how I wished that I was doing that! The excitement that I had initially experienced was gradually being replaced by the realisation that the girls were more into each other than they were likely to be in to us. I must admit this came as a bit of a downer to say the least.

 

Suddenly the girls stopped their embrace and turned to face us. Wow! What a view! Some girls disappoint when you finally see them naked. Not these two. They were absolutely stunning. Both of them had perfect slim but shapely bodies, great breasts, the cutest pussies (both girls were shaved and silky smooth), and the shapeliest legs. God must have had AI when he created these two! Although they were both drop-dead gorgeous, there was something about Jayne that appealed to me more. I think it was her eyes, somehow they managed to hint at shyness and suggestiveness simultaneously. I found them bewitching. I just hoped that Lee preferred Sarah.

 

“Well, you got us completely naked.” Sarah said, “What do you think?”

 

“You’re both stunning!” I managed to utter.

 

“Stunning!” Lee repeated, I think like me he was virtually speechless.

 

“Thank you.” Sarah beamed, “Would you like to have us?” she continued candidly.

 

“S-Sorry?” I questioned stutteringly, not believing what I was hearing.

 

“Would you like to take turns having both of us?” Sarah expanded.

 

“Are you being serious?” I probed, incredulous at Sarah’s proposal.

 

“Of course.” Sarah confirmed, “We’ll even let you choose which holes you want to go in won’t we Jayne?” Sarah giggled.

 

“We will.” Jayne smiled coquettishly, “I expect you’d like to put your Little Monsters in my puss wouldn’t you?”

 

“Jayne’s always called her fanny ‘Puss’’ ever since we were kids.” Sarah chortled, “I remember how tiny and tight it was back then!”

 

“But. But, after what you’ve just done, we thought you were lesbians?” I said hesitantly, “Are you?”

 

“Good God No!” Sarah exclaimed, “We much prefer chaps. We’ve been extremely close since we were young – but not in that way. We explored puberty together, got to know each other’s bodies, and sure, we kissed – we kissed many times, and still do. And we like to play naughtily together whenever we can. I enjoy looking at Jayne’s sexy body. But honestly, we love men, don’t we Jayne?”

 

“We sure do!” Jayne purred, “And for the record, I enjoy looking at your sexy body too, Sarah.”  

 

“So, do you want to have us or not?” Sarah asked, plainly.

 

“We do!” I shouted, not waiting for Lee to answer.

 

“We do!” Lee added excitedly.

 

We stood up and moved excitedly towards the naked girls. I was conscious that my erection was pressing against my shorts like a pole in a tent, but I wasn’t embarrassed. But before we got to them Sarah held out her hand to stop us.

 

“Uh, uh, not so fast boys!” she commanded, “Here’s the deal. We finish the last two holes and if you win one of them we’ll come back here, strip off naked again and you can both take turns with the two of us – in whichever way you want. We don’t mind bending over do we Jayne?” Sarah laughed.

 

“Not at all.” Jayne giggled, ”But my Puss would like some action though!” she sniggered.

 

“And what if we lose?” I asked, thinking the offer was too good to be true.

 

“How about if we win the last two holes then you both pay each of us five hundred pounds?” Sarah proposed.

 

“And we come back here and instead of us getting naked again, you two strip.” Jayne added mischievously, “Completely!”

 

“So just to be clear, if we win just one of the two remaining holes, we can have sex with you?” I said.

 

“Correct.” Sarah replied, “With both of us.”

 

“But if you win both remaining holes we each give you five hundred pounds? So you each get a grand?” I clarified.

 

“Correct again.” Sarah replied, “Simple isn’t it?”

 

“And you come back here and strip naked so we can see your Little Monsters!” Jayne reminded us.

 

“Oh yes, don’t forget that bit!” Sarah said, “Jayne’s called penises ‘Little Monsters’ since we little. We were always trying to see the boys’ ‘Little Monsters’ weren’t we Jayne?”

 

“We’ve seen a few!” Jayne giggled.

 

I considered their proposition; the statistician in me coming to the fore. The final two holes were both longish par fours. I recalled we’d played nine par fours so far and won three, lost one and halved five. The other three holes that the girls had won were all par threes. They’d only won four holes out of the sixteen we’d played to date. Only once had they won two holes on the bounce, one of those rather fortuitously. It seemed the odds were stacked in our favour. But a thousand pounds was a lot to lose; maybe not to Lee, but it was to me. I looked at Lee. From his expression I knew he’d not spent much time considering the odds; he’d already made up his mind. He didn’t wait for me.

 

“We’ll do it!” he shouted excitedly, “Won’t we?” he directed to me suddenly remembering I was there too.

 

“I guess so.” I concurred, having been left with no option really.

 

“Great!” Sarah said, “I promise that if you win we’ll give you an unforgettable time. Won’t we Jayne?”

 

“We certainly will!” Jayne added, "I think my puss actually wants us to lose." she giggled.

 

And with that the girls started putting their clothes back on. We watched enthralled as their little pussies were once again covered by their tiny panties, and then their gorgeous breasts were enclosed in their pretty bras. I just hoped it wouldn’t be long before they were coming out again. The girls finished dressing and we retraced our steps out of the clearing. As we walked towards the tee for the Seventeenth Hole Lee sidled up to me.

 

“Which one do you want first?” he whispered.

 

“I’d really like Jayne.” I replied quietly, “I know they’re both gorgeous, but she’s my favourite.”

 

“That’s good.” Lee said, “I wanted Sarah anyway. So I’ll have her first then you can have her whilst I have Jayne. I can’t believe we’re going to have both of them!”

 

“Don’t count your chickens.” I said, “We haven’t won yet.”

"Only a matter of time." Lee chuckled confidently.

 

Despite my negativity, I couldn’t but help imagining what it was going to be like caressing Jayne as she lay naked on the grass, kissing her lovely lips, fondling those stunning breasts, and putting my ‘Little Monster’ – as she so endearingly called it – in her adorable little pussy. With those thoughts filling my head it is no surprise I arrived at the Seventeenth Tee with a raging erection, it felt like I had a three-iron stuffed down my shorts!    

 

The Seventeenth Hole was a 300-yard par 4. It was a fairly straightforward hole which was known to be a good birdie opportunity for long hitters. The only issue was that the fairway started about 150 yards from the tee, so even a straight tee shot that fell short could end up in dense rough. It was Sarah’s turn to tee off first. She took out her driver, did a couple of practice swings, addressed the ball, and then struck it. I noted that her follow-through was less constrained than previous. As I predicted, this added about 40 yards to her drive distance. Rather than being concerned about the excellence of her shot, I inwardly congratulated myself with spotting what was wrong with her swing – I was thinking I could have been a coach! Her ball had finished up in the centre of the fairway just 60 yards or so short of the green.

 

Lee went next. Using his big driver he ended up just shy of Sarah’s shot, reinforcing how good a drive hers was. Jayne went next and put her ball in the centre of the fairway, but some way short of the other two. My turn. I took my place on the tee hoping that the girls hadn’t noticed the bulge in my shorts. It actually felt quite uncomfortable as I took my stance. I did a couple of practice swings then moved forward to address the ball. I started my backswing, as I did so I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Jayne had put her hands up inside her skirt and was adjusting her panties. Needless to say I was distracted and I completely shanked my shot sending the ball off to the right and landing in the thick rough barely 70 yards away from the tee.

 

“Bad luck!” she said, “I hope I didn’t put you off? It’s just my thong was giving me a wedgie in my pussy.” she giggled.

 

Now I should explain, there are two ways of winning at golf. The first is that you take less shots than your opponent; the second is that your opponent takes more shots than you. You may say, surely that’s the same thing? But there is a fundamental difference, and it takes a completely different approach to how you play the game to be successful.

 

Let me illustrate. Two players regularly play a course in 90 shots. Player One plays really well and gets round in 85 shots and wins against his rival that takes his normal 90 shots. But this is quite challenging and difficult to achieve; it involves playing well! It is often easier to get your opponent to take more shots. If Player One takes his normal 90 shots but contrives to get his adversary to take 95, Player One still wins without having to play better than his normal game. Of course, how you get your opponent to take more shots – within the rules (but not necessarily the spirit) of the game – is where the skill and nous comes in. So Sam Snead was completely wrong when he said, ‘Forget your opponents; always play against par.’ I find it is often more important to concentrate on your opponent's game rather than your own!

 

I think Jayne had just employed such an approach. And it had certainly worked. I doubt that it is against the rules of golf to adjust your panties on the tee; but I would contend that it’s against the spirit of the game. I walked off despondently to try and locate my wayward ball. Whilst I was looking, the others pitched onto the green and Sarah holed her first putt to win the hole. I eventually found my ball and joined the others; I could tell we’d lost by the gleeful expressions on the girls’ faces, and the dejected look on Lee’s.

 

We moved on to the final hole knowing that if either team lost they would be getting naked; and if we lost not only would we be getting naked we’d be a grand each down as well. The pressure was on.

 

The Eighteenth Hole was a 350-yard par 4. Although it was straight it was one of the narrowest fairways, and anything straying from a true line was likely to end up in the trees. I certainly couldn’t afford to shank another drive. There were bunkers all around the green, including a particularly deep cross bunker on the approach.

 

Jayne drove first and was delighted as her ball sailed straight down the middle. I was up next. At least searching for my ball in the undergrowth at the preceding hole had given my erection time to go down. I was feeling much more comfortable as I stood over the ball. I also made sure that the girls were out of my line of sight; they could both drop their panties, lift up their skirts and expose their pussies this time and I wouldn’t be put off! I breathed a sigh of relief as I watched my ball follow the same trajectory as Jayne’s and land slightly further on. Sarah went next and hit another glorious shot much further than she had all day. Lee was up next and his ball landed not far from Sarah’s. You could tell we were all taking this seriously.

 

Jayne and I both took our second shots taking care not to fall foul of the deep cross bunker in front of the green. We were both over-cautious and left quite a bit to do with our approach shots. We moved forward to where Sarah and Lee were making their second shots. Sarah went first and hit her shot just short of the bunker even though I think she could have cleared it. Obviously she considered discretion to be the better part of valour. We moved forward slightly to where Lee’s ball had come to rest.

 

“If you put your ball in the bunker I’ll drop my panties and let you touch my pussy!” Sarah joked.

 

I thought, ‘Please don’t!’ Lee swung his club and made good contact; the ball was heading straight for the green, and the bunker. I just hoped it had enough oomph to clear the sand. We saw the ball land on the grass between the green and the sand-trap. We gasped with relief, then watched in horror as agonisingly the ball rolled back and toppled into the sand. Lee and I groaned. The girls whooped in celebration.

 

“That was naughty” Sarah laughed, “You must desperately want to touch my pussy!”

 

What Sarah did next astounded me. She hitched up her mini skirt and pushed her tiny yellow knickers down to expose her cute little pussy.

 

“There you go.” she smiled, “Help yourself.”

 

Lee hesitated, I don't think he could believe his luck. Then realising that she was being serious, he slowly moved forward, furtively reached out his hand and softly rubbed her pussy with his fingers. I watched on in disbelief.

 

“That’s enough.” Sarah said pulling her knickers up and letting her skirt fall back down to cover them, “I trust it was worth it?”

 

Lee nodded; I think like me, he had been rendered speechless. We moved on to our next shots. As we walked I wondered if Sarah would make the same offer to me, and if she did, would I be tempted to pitch into the bunker (if that’s not a euphemism I don’t know what is!)? Perhaps Jayne would offer. Now that would certainly be tempting – I’d love to rub her pussy! As it was, disappointingly, no offer was forthcoming. Sarah, Jayne, and I all pitched onto the green, thankful that we’d avoided the bunker. Lee used his wedge to get out of the bunker but overshot the green and had to pitch back from the apron. So the girls were on the green in three shots (nett two), I was there in three shots, and Lee in four.

 

We let Lee putt out which he did in two putts to give him a score of two-over-par six for the hole. I was next furthest from the hole at about twenty feet. Miraculously I holed my putt! I was ecstatic! I’d parred the hole in four, something I’d rarely done before. Sarah went next. She was about fifteen feet from the hole. If she sunk this the girls had won. I think the pressure got to her as she three putted to give her a nett score of five. I was in the lead with just Jayne left to putt. She was about twelve feet from the hole. The situation was thus: if she holed out in one putt, the girls would win and we would have to cough up a grand each – and strip naked. If she putted out in two, the hole would be halved and neither side would have to do anything. But if she took three putts, the girls would have to get naked again and we could take turns with them. It really was a pressure shot.

 

I could barely look as Jayne prepared to take her shot. She appeared to be cool but inwardly she must have been desperately nervous, especially as she’d seen her partner take three putts. They say the most important six inches in golf are the ones between your ears. She was a picture of concentration as she struck the ball. We all watched in rapt silence as the ball rolled slowly towards the hole. At first I was sure she’d under-hit it and it would come up short, but it seemed to keep rolling. It was going to be close. Sarah, attending the pin, was willing the ball on. I think we all stopped breathing. I closed my eyes. I heard the unmistakable sound of the ball toppling into the cup of the hole. That was immediately followed by the sounds of the girls cheering. Sarah put her arms around Jayne and lifted her off the ground in celebration. Although Jayne’s glorious, virtually bare bottom was in full view, it was little consolation for our loss, or what we were expected to do next. The girls broke off from their jubilant cuddle and turned to face us, a wicked smile on both their faces.

 

“You know what that means boys?” Sarah chuckled; mirth etched across her face.

 

“We lost.” Lee said sounding devastated.

 

“And?” Sarah prompted.

 

“And we both owe each of you five-hundred pounds.” I accepted, equally dispirited, “That’s an expensive game of golf!”

 

“And?” Sarah prompted again, smiling enigmatically.

 

Lee and I acted dumb. I don’t think either of us believed they’d persist with the rest of the bet; surely a grand each was good enough?

 

“And they’re going to strip off and show us their Little Monsters!” Jayne replied excitedly on our behalf.

 

“They are!” Sarah exclaimed, “We’ll sort the money side out when we return to the clubhouse, but first we’ll go back to the clearing and collect the most important part of our winnings.” Sarah continued eagerly.

"Yes! Jayne was ecstatic, "I can't wait!"

 

The girls led the way hurriedly back to the clearing next to the Sixteenth green, with Lee and I following on reluctantly. Sarah pushed her way back through the dense bushes with the rest of us close behind. We emerged into the secretive glade, which seemed to have lost some of its magic now that we knew what was expected of us.

 

Sarah and Jayne sat down on the raised grassy knoll that Lee and I had occupied barely thirty minutes previous. The girls invited us to stand facing them in the centre of the open space.

 

“Ready when you are.” Sarah instructed enthusiastically, "Strip off boys!"

 

“I can’t wait for this!” Jayne said expectantly.

 

“Me neither!” Sarah rejoined, “I wonder how big they are?”

 

“We’ll soon find out!” Jayne giggled.

 

Resigned to our fate we removed our caps then I knelt down and removed my golf shoes and socks. Lee did likewise. We stood up again, looked at each other and nodded confirmation that we were carrying on. I lifted my pale blue polo shirt over my head, and Lee did the same with his navy one. The girls whistled in response to seeing our bare torsos.

 

I keep myself fairly fit; I run, do circuit training and I play five-a-side football on occasions. I would say I’m slim, svelte even. I’m athletic rather than ripped. Although I’ve a bit of chest hair, because I’m blond it’s barely visible. I’d enjoyed the warm summer weather and was quite tanned for a pale-skinned, blue-eyed blond.

 

Lee didn’t go to the gym; he didn’t need to – he had a fully equipped gym at home, or rather, at his parents’. They had a tennis court and a swimming pool too. Lee made good use of all the facilities at his disposal, and as a result was in good physical shape. Although quite short, he had a muscular body and a well-defined six-pack. Given his Asian heritage he only had to see the sun to get a deep, golden tan. Although the hair on his head was thick, dark, and well-groomed, he lacked any body hair.

 

I wasn’t watching Lee but I was conscious of what he was doing out of the corner of my eye. I didn’t want to get too far in front of him, or too far behind, as we stripped in front of the girls. Instead, I focused on the girls. They sat next to each other, so close that they were touching, with their legs drawn up under their chins and their arms wrapped around them. Whenever they parted their legs slightly we could see up their skirts. This voyeuristic view ensured I stayed erect. I also watched the look on their faces. They were both smiling broadly. Occasionally they exchanged a whispered comment; this was invariably followed by both girls giggling like high-spirited schoolgirls.

 

I moved my hands to the top of my pale blue, tailored shorts. I undid them and slowly lowered them over my thighs and down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and dropped them to the ground beside me. I stood in front of the girls in just my tight, pale blue briefs, made even tighter by the erection pressing against them. I didn’t look at Lee but I was aware he’d stripped down to a pair of skimpy white pants that contrasted markedly with his dark skin. I dare not look to see if he was bulging too. The girls looked at us wide-eyed, with broad grins on their faces.

 

“C’mon, don’t be shy!” Sarah encouraged, “Drop your pants!”

 

“Go for it!” Jayne added excitedly, “Let’s see your Little Monsters!”

 

I slowly moved my hands to the top of my briefs not believing it had come to this. I gripped the waistband and falteringly pulled them down to the base of my shaft. I hesitated knowing full-well that the next move would expose my manhood. I glanced towards the girls; they were both watching intently. I gritted my teeth and timidly pushed my pants down; I felt my erection burst free. Once it was out I let my briefs fall to the floor and stepped out of them. I stood completely naked in front of the girls with my ‘Little Monster’ - as Jayne had so charmingly called it – pointing directly at the girls. I guess I’m just averagely endowed, about five-and-a-half to six inches, certainly not pornstar material. But to be fair, it was doing me proud given the humiliating circumstances. I could feel my face flushing with embarrassment.

 

I could see from their expressions that the girls were gazing directly at our exposed ‘bits.’ They looked both delighted and confused at the same time.

 

“What’s the problem Lee?” Sarah giggled, “Won’t your Little Monster get up?”

 

“Baz’s is up!” Jayne added gleefully, pointing at my erect member.

 

I flushed with humiliation knowing that the girls were staring at my exposed cock. I hadn’t looked ‘down there’ at Lee. I don’t know whether other guys do, but I don’t. So I didn’t know whether he was erect or not. He certainly ought to be if he’d been looking where I’d been looking! From what Sarah was saying apparently he wasn’t. What Lee said next astounded the girls.

 

“It is up.” he said, matter-of-factly.

 

“It can’t be!” Sarah exclaimed, “Let me see.”

 

As she spoke Sarah got to her feet and scrambled down the small bank to where we were standing, both as naked as the day we were born. As this was happening I stole a sly peek at Lee’s crotch. What I saw took me completely by surprise. His penis was tiny, and I mean tiny! It was barely an inch long. And to make matters worse, his ball sac was on the generous size so it made his cock look even more ridiculous – like a pea on a drum. At this point I must admit I had a bad thought cross my mind which now I’m almost too ashamed to admit to, almost, but not quite! As I looked at his minuscule member I thought, ‘It’s true what they say about BMW drivers.’ I know, my bad! I quickly put the thought to the back of my head and concentrated on what Sarah was doing. She was having a real good look at it.

 

“Jayne, come and look at this!” she yelled, “Have you ever seen one so small?”    

 

Jayne clambered down the grassy slope and joined Sarah; together they conducted a forensic examination of Lee’s teeny-weeny appendage. Lee must have been mortified; I know I would have been.

 

“Tell me, have you ever seen one so small?” Sarah repeated, “It’s dinky!”

 

“Not on a grown man. It looks like a young schoolboy’s” Jayne said, then quickly added, “Or rather, how I would imagine a young schoolboy’s to look. Not that I imagine young schoolboys you understand!” she further added sounding flustered and digging herself deeper into a hole.

 

“You're right. It's like the ones we used to tease the boys about at primary school when we played 'I'll show you mine'. It is rather cute though, don’t you think?” Sarah sighed, “Would you mind if I touched it? she continued.

 

“Sarah!” Jayne exclaimed, “Leave the poor man alone.”

 

“You can if you like.” Lee responded unexpectedly.

 

Sarah didn’t need further invitation. She reached out and held Lee’s dick between her thumb and index finger.

 

“It’s rock-hard!” she declared, sounding surprised, “Here feel.” she added to Jayne.

 

Jayne hesitatingly moved closer to Lee and in doing so brushed against my erect member which was still pointing out proudly.

 

“So sorry.” she said dismissively.

 

She reached out and tentatively took hold of Lee’s member in the same way that Sarah had. To be fair, there was no other way of holding it, it was so stunted.

 

“You’re right. It is hard.” Jayne confirmed.

 

Now at this point I was beginning to feel a little neglected. Both girls had felt Lee’s penis whereas mine had been totally ignored. Oh, how I wanted Jayne to clutch mine and fondle it. To make matters worse, Sarah had taken hold of Lee’s again and was now rubbing it to try and make it bigger. After a few minutes of trying with no success she gave up.

 

“It’s no good.” she said resignedly, “I think that’s as big as it gets.”

 

“Perhaps if you both pulled your panties down and showed us your pussies again you might get a reaction?” I said, rather helpfully I thought.

 

“Nice try!” Sarah laughed glibly, “I think you’ve seen enough of our pussies already.” Then to Jayne she added, “Shall we let them get dressed now?”

 

“I guess so.” Jayne giggled.

 

And that was that. I couldn't believe it. I was convinced that there was a certain inevitability that once we were naked the girls would join us and we would have a foursome right here in the glade - it was an idyllic spot for a bit of a romantic romp. In a way that would make our loss more bearable. Instead, both girls retraced their steps out of the clearing, leaving Lee and I to dress. We put our clothes back on, neither of us inclined to converse. Once dressed we followed the route that the girls had taken and found them standing by their trolleys. Together the four of us made our way back to the clubhouse; although the girls chatted to each other, Lee and I remained silent, and the girls didn’t involve us in their conversation.

 

As we walked back I reflected on the game. Although we’d been beaten fair and square, I couldn’t help but feel that we’d been duped. That the girls had lulled us into a false sense of security.

 

Back in the clubhouse we bought the girls a drink whilst we sorted out the bank transfers. The girls had each benefitted to the tune of one thousand and eighty pounds each. Not a bad day’s work! The evening was still young and Lee and I were wondering what the girls had in mind for us next. We needn’t have worried. As soon as the girls were satisfied that the correct amount of money had arrived in their accounts, they finished their drinks, made their excuses, and left, smiling smugly as they departed.

 

Soon after they had cut and run and we were standing disconcertedly gazing into our drinks, one of the few people left in the bar sidled over to us. He was an elderly gent wearing cavalry twill trousers and a sports jacket in spite of the heat.

 

“How much did they take you for?” he said directly, without bothering to introduce himself.

 

“S-sorry?” I stammered, taken off-guard.

 

“The girls. How much did they take you for?” he repeated.

 

We looked at him quizzically.

 

“They’ve taken some of our members for over a hundred quid each!” he exclaimed, “I hope you didn’t get taken in for that much?”

 

Lee and I didn’t speak. Neither of us would admit to losing over a grand each. If this chap thought a hundred was bad, what would he think of our losses? I’m sure he could read in our faces that we’d been had. I just hoped he couldn’t work out to what extent.

 

“Well, you’re not the first to fall for their little hustle. And I’m sure you won’t be the last!” he continued, “And to be fair, they are good at what they do; proper charmers, real grifters. And good looking too. I must admit I wouldn’t mind getting them in the rough!” he smiled.

 

We sat in silence as he recounted how the girls were both single-figure handicappers; and how the one we knew as Sarah had even played on the European Tour; but much like ‘Titanic Thompson’, she didn’t appreciate the pay cut. If he was hoping this revelation would make us feel better, he was well-wide of the mark. Although he spoke of the money the girls regularly made, he never mentioned anything about them stripping, or other victims literally losing the shirts off their back. Perhaps the other suckers, like us, were too humiliated to mention that they’d had to get naked in front of the girls, as well as hand over the readies. I recalled that Jayne had mentioned that they’d seen a few ‘Little Monsters’ – is that what she meant? Perhaps that was their insurance to ensure their victims didn't speak.

 

The old boy finally left us. We finished our drinks and walked dejectedly to our cars. As we said our goodbyes we vowed not to mention our ignominious defeat to anyone. And I promised never to discuss the size of Lee’s ‘Little Monster’ with anyone either. As Lee climbed into his BMW I knew I didn't have to.

THE END

This story is inspired by, and dedicated, to Jayde.

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