Golf On Monday

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Chapter 1?A Golf Game Rarely Goes To PlanI was very happy, ecstatic in fact, when we finally moved into the newly built house my father had bought for 12,500 $. It was June 1957. Now that I lived in Rosemère, I would be able to go work as a caddie in the golf club without having to cross the bridge over Rivière Des Mille Îles using my bicycle, like I had to when I pedaled on Highway Eleven from the village of Sainte-Rose to Rosemère Golf Club. That bridge was narrow and my mother was always worried about me.In April, my father bought me a brand new putter for my sixteenth birthday. I was presently using it in my new bedroom, enjoying the fact that my floor carpet offered a ball speed somewhat similar to some greens. I had to keep the door closed, and if I didn't, I ran the risk of having Spartacus steal my ball and happily run away with it.Spartacus was our cocker spaniel, a usually fine dog I had a great relationship with, but not when he stole my ball and disturbed my putting practice! I loved walking the dog; being on the street with a dog offered the possibility of having a girl my age attracted to Spartacus and speaking with me. Spartacus didn't complain either.I was playing my favorite record, "A Sunday Kind Of Love" by the Harptones, yet again, as I carefully aimed and measured the power behind my twelve-foot putt, which was pretty much from one end of my room to the other. A lead soldier was posing as the center of an imaginary hole. I was getting better and better; I was successful three balls out of ten from that distance. Whenever I halved the distance, I was becoming a putt-sinking machine! However, I knew this would be harder to do on an actual golf green.Then I heard my mother's voice. She was prompting me to do my homework, in French like in the vast majority of households in the Province of Quebec. Reluctantly, I put away my ball and my putter, which I snuggly encased back home in my bag, where its head came to rest against the treacherous one-iron, near my trusty two-wood with its curved persimmon head. My mother was right. I needed to prepare for my end-of-year exams. Soon, school would be out and I'd have all the time in the world to indulge in my passion for this summer game invented in Scotland.After my homework, I went to the living room and had a small glass of milk with two cookies; mother made sure I didn't take a third one. After secretly offering a small bite of cookie to Spartacus, I kissed my mother goodnight, had a short chat with my dad about my next exam, then turned in for the night.I made sure my door was closed. I was allowed one hour of reading time. Keeping my bedside lamp on, I reached for a precious piece of paper in my secret place, between two boring books about geography. On that piece of paper was my secret rendezvous! She was the lady on the bottom right corner of a catalogue page I had pilfered.I contemplated my secret sweetheart, a cute brunette wearing a plaid dress that was blue on white, and white day gloves that gave her an air of respectability. She must have been twenty-five or perhaps even thirty years old. I loved the maturity in her pretty face; I adored her pale complexion and the way her bright skin contrasted with her brown hair, which was wavy, shoulder-length, and neatly held together with blue ribbons that matched her dress. She was smiling at me with dreamy eyes!I started masturbating, picturing her kneeling in front of me with her dainty mouth sucking my dick while she held it in her white-gloved hand! I used a liberal amount of saliva to wet my fingers and make the sensation more similar to what I thought it was; I was a virgin that way too! I did my very best to imagine what it would be like to feel her tongue running my full length. I envisioned her red lipstick smearing my dick as her wet mouth coated my teenage skin. Oh, God! Oh... The feel of her white-gloved hand on my manhood would be ungodly! Oh, yes!In my mind, she looked up at me and smiled, glad to be offering me this priceless gift. I hope I would someday be a good, considerate husband. I loved women and highly valued any gift they would be willing to give me, but I had yet to get one!Some lads at school had had that experience, or perhaps they were lying about it. I did my best to imagine the silkiness of her hair as I would caress her bobbing head while she'd keep pleasuring me, holding my dick in her hand. I was now hard and bulging, and my skin was stretched on my virgin boyhood!I turned off the light, lay down, and quietly pictured myself unbuttoning her dress top and discovering the bra guarding her curve-perfect breasts; two boobs of average size; perfect for me! In my mind, I quickly undid her bra, pulled her dress top all the way down her arms, and began sucking her marvelous breasts!I was so curious about this! What would it feel like to take a girl's nipple in my mouth and gently stroke it with my tongue? I tried to imagine her delicate skin softly yielding, and her scent! Wow!... This must be awesome! I looked forward to the day when I'd meet my first steady date. We would do some backseat bingo and it would be amazing! Yes indeed, kissing and making out in the backseat of a car would be nothing short of amazing bliss!I didn't need to have my secret sweetheart's picture in front of me. I knew her well enough to have a clear picture in my mind. The fantasy got more serious. I was lying down on my back. I kept picturing her riding my dick and bouncing on my lap as she made sounds; the same sort of muffled sounds I had overheard, at times, from my parents' bedroom late at night. I held her slim waist and looked at her, my eyes into hers, as she kept riding my cock like the dream she was!Her magnificent breasts would keep jiggling up and down in a mind-boggling show! Ankara bayan escort (http://ankarasaatci.com/) My imaginary sweetheart had pale nipples of the same shape I had seen on the picture of some Greek statue in my book of advanced Latin.Then I would ejaculate! I would shoot a hard, thick rope of teenage cum! All in the void of a boy's wishful thinking.Then, I would hug a pillow and pretend I was holding her, kissing her, and telling her how wonderful she was! This was my own idea of my future married life. I would make her a mother several times over! Que sera sera! As I fell asleep, I silently played Doris Day's hit from last year in my enamored mind. Doris Day's wonderful voice rang its melody in my head: "Que sera sera... Whatever will be, will be... The future's not ours to see... Que sera, sera!"A few days later...It was Monday, 4 A.M. School was out and I was off to play golf! Monday was a very special day for the Golf Club employees. Each Monday, we were allowed to play for free until 9 A.M. If I got up early enough, I could tee off on the first hole at five o'clock sharp and play a full round of eighteen holes!After getting out of bed and waking up using cold tap water followed by a quick shave, I had a cup of strong coffee from Maxwell House and a couple of peanut-butter toasts while listening to the early-morning radio. They were playing one of my childhood favorite songs, Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah, the version by Johnny Mercer and the Pied Pipers from ten years ago..."Great world to be in, sun shines brightly, breeze blows lightly... Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay! My, oh, my, what a wonderful day! Plenty of sunshine headin' my way... Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay!... Mister Bluebird on my shoulder..."Gee, I was glad to be already fluent in English! Most lads my age weren't. Truth be told, most adults in Quebec weren't either. I had both English-speaking and French-speaking friends. I even knew a Henry Chèvrefils whose older cousin was now playing hockey for the Boston Bruins, this year's Stanly Cup finalists who had been defeated two months before by the all-powerful Montreal Canadiens. I nonetheless loved the Bruins' gold, black and white jersey with the large letter B inside a circle.Most of the golfers at the Club spoke English as their first language, like the majority of Rosemère's residents. I wasn't too sure what a sand bunker was really called in French.Yes, this would be a very fine day to play golf! There was nothing merrier than a June morning on a golf course, with firs, maples, and oaks all cheering up to me under the bright morning light with birds chirping! Here and there, a squirrel would lightly run among the rough ferns. If I was lucky, I'd spot a fox zooming across the fairway! This was indeed a great world to be in, even if I didn't play my long irons as well as I'd like!One mile of bicycle later, I was off on the tenth hole! I usually played the second part of the course first to make sure I was all by myself in the most thickly forested links. Pretty much everyone else arrived later, around six or seven o'clock, and played only nine holes. I didn't like playing with my fellow caddies; they spoke too much and moved too slowly down the course. I much preferred playing alone and immersing myself in the game. I played fast.The tenth hole was a par three. Off the tee, I hit an accurate five-iron shot into a moderate breeze for 160 yards. My ball landed on the green and rolled close; it wasn't a fast green and there was a lot of dew at that time of the day. I barely missed the birdie putt!The eleventh hole also went well; I hit a strong drive with my two-wood, which I used as my driver since I consistently hit it straight, while I nearly always sliced my one-wood off to the right.From the fairway, my second shot was a three-iron that landed me on the green fringe some 180 yards farther; I had hoped the ball would roll closer to the pin, but the grass was wet with dew and recent rain, so the ball landed and remained there. Since the lie of the ball was too treacherous for my putter, I played a delicate chip shot using my seven-iron. The ball rolled, rolled, curving on the slightly sloping green, then it stopped just on the cup's edge, and fell! Birdie! What a lucky shot!I was one stroke under par moving to the twelfth hole. I started thinking... Would I be playing on the PGA Tour someday? Ben Hogan, Sam Snead, and the other stars seemed magically out of my reach. The tales of their one-iron shots and perfectly centered drives were legend!But then... What if war broke out between U.S.A. and U.S.S.R.? All hopes and dreams of humankind would be wiped out soon after the first sirens would be heard in towns. I preferred not to think about this.On the dreaded twelfth hole, I foolishly tried using my one-wood and hit my ball out of bounds, way off to the right! What a rookie mistake!This par-four hole was heavily forested. On the right-hand side of the fairway stood a high row of firs and beech trees, and beyond them lay the club's boundary line, marked by read-headed stakes, just twenty feet off the fairway. Any wild shot to the right was out of bounds and carried a one-stroke penalty with distance, meaning I had to replay my shot off the tee while adding two strokes to my total.After my wild shot, I took the stroke and distance penalty and hit another drive, this time using my two-wood as I should have. I landed square on the fairway; the ball rolled and came to a stop some 20 yards shy of the white-and-yellow stake (visible on the rough) marking 150 yards from the hole flag; this meant my drive had traveled about 230 yards. I was very pleased with this pro-like shot.I walked off to the right and into the rough among the fir trees to see if I could retrieve Escort bayan Ankara (http://ankarasaatci.com/) my wild ball. When I had first started working as a caddie five years before, there were only trees and no houses. Now there were a handful of newly built houses along this par-four hole.I saw my ball as clear as day. It had landed on a patch of grass, near a thicket of trees, deep in the backyard of one of these new houses. I carefully looked around to make sure there was no one and no dog around! A good golf player must always be mindful of all hazards on and near the course! Some hazards came with these modern houses; they were brand new, 1957 hazards!As I walked over and picked up my Spalding ball, I heard a female voice..."Hi! Nice weather to play! But why are you up so early, Mister?" said an unknown dame.I started. I looked the way this lovely voice came from and I saw a girl, or perhaps a woman, who was quietly sitting and reading a book on a wooden chair, half-hidden behind some recently planted spruces. I stood some fifteen yards away from her. She was a cool-looking brunette with pale skin, and wavy hair about shoulder length. She had been sitting with her legs folded under her, in a very feminine pose! She wore a checkered dress displaying turquoise squares on a white field. Her dress top was jazzed up with a matching necklace made of turquoise beads. She had the overall look of a gorgeous pin-up girl! She was a petite girl with perky assets. I instantly felt strongly attracted to her.I felt very shy in front of her. As far as I could perceive, she was smiling at me, yet I felt like a boy who had just been caught doing something naughty.I kept staring at her. She laughed. Her soprano laughter added to the sparkly charm emanating from her figure. She looked like a grown woman who still had a foot in her teenage years. I gave her eighteen or nineteen years old, that is, an eternity older than myself!"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Your face..." said the laughing dame. "Your face... So funny! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Don't be shy, young man! Come over!" She gestured at the other chair and added: "Would you like to take this chair? I could use some company. I'm so bored these days..."I didn't speak a word. My golf ball in one hand, my four-iron in the other, I walked right near her. I put down my golf bag, rested my iron on it, buried the ball in my pocket, and sat on the offered chair.She slid her own chair close to mine. As she did so, I noticed her bare feet. She had slipped off her light summer shoes so she could read more comfortably with her petite legs folded under her on the chair. Since her checkered dress ended just below her knees, I had an arousing view of her lower legs and feet. Oh, her lovely feet! To me, there was something unspeakably exciting in a girl's feet. A girl's feet were girlier than girly! Looking at her feet, I felt a hard-on quickly growing under my tweed trousers.I gulped my saliva and kept my hands crossed on my lap in order to hide my embarrassing penile condition. She laughed again as she gazed at me; this time her laughter sounded more nervous. Looking back at her, I was hit by her charm at point-blank range.She had such dreamy eyes! Her watered gems were of some shade of green. They presently looked the same turquoise as the squares patterning her checkered dress. I felt very, very shy. She looked like a dream come true! Since she was clearly older than me, she looked off-limits for any dating prospect. This off-limit element added to my arousal and inflated my erection to a raging status. I found something wildly erotic in the entire notion of becoming intimate with an older girl.Her eyes followed my gaze. Oh no! She noticed I kept looking at her feet! My face blushed. Oh, Good Lord, have mercy! Now she was going to get angry and order me to leave at once or else she'd call the police!She did nothing of the sort. She smiled at me, but it was a different kind of smile; I had seen girls smiling at their steady date in this way. Now, this was the very first time a girl was directing such a smile at me. It felt amazing! I liked her already! And I had yet to speak to her!"Mister likes the lady's feet, eh? But don't be shy! We're alone, just between ourselves," said the unknown dame as she smiled in a flirting way. Then, she laughed again.As she laughed and kept gazing at me, her eyes suddenly took a deep light... There was something wild and intense in her expression."Do you think I've invited you just to talk about the weather?" she said, before laughing once more.As she laughed nervously, she tilted her head up and gave me a nice show of her breast shapes. Oh, God! Her boobs were so tantalizing! They were of average size, rode rather high on her chest, and looked just as firm and perky as a sweet sixteen!I finally cleared my throat and spoke: "Hello! My name is...""No! No names, Mister! Let's play a game!" she replied."A game?" I asked."Yes, a fun game! You'll be Mister, and I...""And you'll be the Countess of Rosemère!""Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!... Oh... Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! The Countess of Rose... Oh... Mister... Mister! You're so funny! But, oh... You're so tall! You look pretty young, but you... Are you six feet tall?""Yes, Ma'am... uh... Milady! I'm six feet and one half of an inch.""Six feet and... Ooohhh... Yes! A tall teenage boy!" she said, looking at me with wide-open eyes, like a little girl looking at her favorite treats in a candy store. Her hand rested on my forearm as she spoke. Her touch sent fireworks everywhere within me! This was the first time ever a stranger woman was touching me in such a personal way! I was starting to wonder whether I was dreaming."Madame la Comtesse," I said, taking a playfully formal tone. "I take the liberty to remind you, Bayan escort Ankara (http://ankarasaatci.com/) Milady, that I am not a boy anymore. I am Mister!""Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Yes... You're right, Mister! Wow! You're such a big tickle! Yes, a big tickle, which means funnier than funny!" she replied, then she took a mockingly formal tone that echoed mine and added: "Oh, but there's something else... Mister is taking his stride in the game! He's serious! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!""Well, yes, Milady! I'm honored by your company! Madame la Comtesse looks radiant today!""Oh... Mister is now courting me! Oh, yes you are! Naughty Mister! How dare you! Looking at your Countess in such a... such an improper way! Oh... You shouldn't be doing this! Tsss tsss!"She was pointing her index up in the air as she playfully admonished me. I blushed to a brick red. She made the June-morning backyard resonate again with her sparkly laughter.As she laughed and smiled at me with playful eyes, she inched herself closer to me. I felt her knee touching mine. She was right at the edge of her seat now. Her hand was on her armrest, almost touching mine.Once more, the more experienced girl followed my gaze..."Mister! Mister! I caught you! Mister wants to hold my hand! Yes you do! Yes you do! Tsss tsss!" she said in the same playful tone that matched the lights in her eyes.Then she laughed again and looked straight into my eyes... Her gaze became suddenly ablaze with deep, mysterious fires, and she added: "Confess! Confess, Mister! The Countess rewards honesty! So confess! What are you thinking now, Mister? What would you like to do with me now? Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha...""Wh... What I'd... do?!" I said, gulping my saliva and almost unable to utter a sound. I had a fantasy running in my mind; a scene where I rushed at her, kissed her and urgently unbuttoned her dress to uncover the full whiteness of her breasts!I looked at her. She was so close to me now! I felt her hand against mine. Her knee was still in full contact with mine. I adored feeling her touch! I adored seeing her face so shockingly close to mine!I panicked; my nostrils were inebriated with her girly scent. I felt a sudden fear and almost yielded to it; I thought of jumping from my seat and scampering away, but I decided against it. I let my fear run through me. I was very curious to see how this would play out, and besides, I wasn't going to die! What was she going to do now?"Tell me! Tell me, Mister! What would Mister do with his Countess, now that he is all alone with her?" she asked again, biting her lip and playfully punching my shoulder before bursting out again in girly-nervous laughter. She was so beautiful!As she nervously laughed, she further leaned against me, her face almost touching mine..."You can ask me anything, Mister... Don't be shy, Mister..." she whispered in a suddenly soft, sensual tone."I... I would love to... love to..." I blurted."Yes?! Love to what? Come on, Mister! Tell me, don't be shy!""I would love... I would love to touch and kiss your feet!""Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha... Ha... I believe you, Mister! You've been looking at them since you came near me..."I looked at her, transfixed. I did nothing. I sat like a statue beside her, my face blushing."Well, Mister?! What are you waiting for? Go right ahead!"As she spoke, she lifted her feet up so I could have a better look at them. They looked so inviting, so small and feminine with spotless white skin! Her delicate toes spelled "girly" in five letters of sensual skin. Her toenails were deliciously plain; they were just as spotless as the rest of her!I had some trouble moving due to my mammoth erection, but I managed to kneel in front of her. She laughed as she watched me moving so clumsily and visibly quite embarrassed. Her laughter sounded very nervous, though.Then I touched her feet. It felt like touching a heaven of silk!I began to lightly massage them, feeling the lovely tenderness of her soles. I was touching a girl's feet! I couldn't believe it!"Oh... A man's touch!" she cooed. "On me, and this is a boy I like! Oh, it feels so good! Oh..." She let out a very low moan as I kept massaging her lovely feet.Growing bolder, I stooped down and kissed her feet! I pressed my lips on her delicate softness; I heard her cooing and repeating how good it felt as I kissed her feet again, again, and again. I felt immense elation; I was touching a girl in a sexual way for the first time, and on top of that, she was clearly enjoying this!I grew bolder still and started licking her feet! My darting tongue took a tour of her subtle toes... Her tenderness tasted and smelled like some cheese with nut flavors, somewhat salty. She smelled all delicate with subtle mushroom notes. As my tongue kept learning her feet's flavor, my hands explored the tender firmness of her soles and heels."Hmmm... Oahh!" she moaned. "The Countess likes her footman! Oh... It feels so good!... Hmm... You're so handsome! Your hands feel so strong on me! Oh, Mister..."My sweet Countess was breathing very deep as she spoke. I became even more fearless and began caressing her lower legs, going higher and higher, reaching her knees, and presently going for her thighs under the hem of her checkered dress..."No!" she said, her voice suddenly worried. "I shouldn't be doing this with you... You're too young! It's not... It's not right!"As she said this, I grew afraid she'd leave. I suddenly realized how much I wanted to stay with her and take things further. I didn't want this waking dream to end! I took her hand in mine and very gently stroked it. Kneeling in front of her while holding her hand, I looked like a teenage Lancelot pledging undying love to Queen Guinevere."Please, Milady," I said. "Stay! And let's play our game! I want to play that game. I'm not too young. I'm six feet tall! Remember?"As she heard "six feet tall", it was as if I had cast a magic spell on her! Her eyes turned incredibly soft and she let herself slide down from her chair, so she could sit on the grass beside me. She was presently kneeling with her legs folded under her and she was facing me, her hands resting on her thighs.