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I’m the General Manager of a high end private golf club in Florida. I met Sam during an event her business held in her honor. She owns her own business and they took it upon themselves to throw her a surprise party to thank her and congratulate her on a very successful year. I was enamored with Sam the first time I met her. I’m happily married and never felt the need to stray. My wife is my best friend and confidant.

Sam is also married, quite happily so it seems. In fact, I met her husband, he seemed like a very nice guy. They were quite the happy couple. What you’re missing so far is that Sam is absolutely the most sexy woman on the planet. She is absolutely gorgeous, she only stands at 5’2” tall and barely weighs 100 pounds. Her body was built out of the finest materials God could get his hands on. Sexiness was definitely part of Sams charm. There are many other parts that make Sam without a doubt, the sexiest woman on the planet. As a successful company owner she has all the tools. She’s intelligent, witty and confident. These attributes in such a small package make Sam undeniably stunning and for some reason I was fixated on her even though I’m a happily married man.

Sam’s’ party went without a hitch. Everyone had a blast, Sam was surprised by the event. One of the gifts she received was a package of golf lessons. Unfortunately, our PGA Teaching Professional had just retired, we had yet to discover a eligible replacement. I’m fairly well known for golf instruction, however I do not do much of it anymore. I scheduled Sam’s first lesson the following Monday afternoon.

Sam came out to the course wearing a tight sleeveless top that accentuated her perfect breasts. She wore these extremely tight short shorts that showed her muscular legs. As an ass guy, her legs were without a doubt my favorite feature. It was hard to concentrate when Sam was in close proximity.

She has never played golf, so we started out with the most basic instruction. Things were going great until we took a water break. I had some bottled water in a cart on the back of the tee box, on our way to the cart for water, Sam stepped on something and rolled her ankle. She went down very awkwardly. Her ankle started to swell almost instantly. I helped her to the cart and her small frame compared to my 6’ frame made things difficult to stay professional. I had to because we are both happily married. There was something I couldn’t put my finger on and something I couldn’t shake. I took Sam back to the clubhouse and sat her down in the back office near the locker rooms. I grabbed some ice and towels and had her raise her leg on a chair.
Sam took the injury like a champ, however she was showing discomfort higher up her leg. She was cramping up in her calf and thigh to go along with the swollen ankle. I had Sam put her foot in my lap while I massaged her calf. I needed something to help glide over the muscles so I found some coconut oil in the Men’s locker room. I spread some oil on my palm and started to gingerly rub her calf attempting to remain professional. The muscles were tight as they began to relax, so did Sam. I think I caught a very small, almost imperceptible gasp from her but I figured it was my imagination. I wondered about my wife as my eyes roamed over every inch of her body and my hands were gliding across the leg of this stunningly gorgeous woman.

At that point I seemed to lose myself in what I was doing. I didn’t say anything and all I could do was stare. She had her eyes closed for a while but when she opened them I think she could tell I was flustered. And then she did something I never expected. She said “Are you just going to ignore my other leg?” So I put oil on the other leg and with 2 hands I stopped massaging and just started rubbing. I was starting to panic but some part of me was also bold. I moved up. I got more oil and moved to her thighs. She didn’t say a word and closed her eyes again. Yes, that was definitely a moan this time. I heard it. It turned me from helpful golf instructor into a man full of lust for this woman. As I was rubbing her thighs one of the staff came in to ask me about a pin placement on the 4th green. She sat upright quickly and got to her feet saying she needed to go have this looked at by a doctor. “Thank you for…….well everything. And if it’s not too much trouble could we reschedule this for Friday?”. I said yes without hesitation.

I would think about her daily and I would go home and think about her more. What was going on with me? Deep down I knew. I wanted her. But did she want me? I asked myself that question 100 times until Friday came and Sam walked in, healed for her lesson.

She apologized for being a klutz as we walked to the teaching area. Of course I told her it was not a issue. Then she thanked me again for “taking care of her” and she winked. Oh God, she winked. What does that mean??? As she was getting ready I eyed her low cut shirt and those short women’s golf shorts that I love. As she bent over I could see the outline of a thong. My kryptonite.

We were ready for the lesson and I could not stop thinking about taking her in every imaginable way. But this was professional. Sam was a company owner and a take charge woman. Sophisticated, classy, attractive and clever. She had it all. “Sam, line up like you’re going to hit the ball”. She said “Craig you know I have no idea what I’m doing. You have to show me everything”. So I scooted up behind her, leaned down and spread her legs to the correct her golf stance. Touching her thighs again sent a chill across my entire body. Am I really infatuated with this woman who is clearly out of my league? I stood up, wrapped my arms around her and extended the club to the ball. It was at this moment I wished I had worn underwear or something to cover me up. I never do, I like to feel free and airy. I had gotten hard. But Sam was facing away and would never know. Until she scooted herself back to adjust herself to the ball. And she did it right into my groin. She stopped, turned around and looked at my bulge, smiled and turned back around. “Scoot up around me so I can get this right. I do everything 100% Craig”. I scooted up desperately trying not to have my penis touch her perfect ass. I succeeded thank goodness. I don’t like to touch students but Sam seemed to encourage it, she wanted me to be very “hands on”. I spent the rest of the day touching her. Adjusting her stance, adjusting her arms, swinging her hips. I was completely and utterly turned on.

After our hour was up Sam handed me a piece of paper with her phone number and address. All she said was “I want to get this. Bring the clubs and be at my house tomorrow at noon. My husband is in Houston so ring the bell. I may be in the back of the house”. And she walked away. I couldn’t process in my mind what was happening.

NSFW: yes

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