Tempting Fairway Desires
Links for your indulgence: Chapter 1 | Jump to Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
Chapter 1: Whispers in the Coastal Breeze
The salty tang of the ocean hung heavy in the air at Seaview Resort, where the waves crashed like distant applause against the cliffs. Elena Vargas, thirty-five and carved from years of relentless drives and putts, stepped out of her rental SUV. Her sun-bleached blonde hair whipped in the wind, tied back in a practical ponytail that did little to hide the curve of her neck. She’d been grinding on the pro circuit for over a decade, her lithe frame—toned legs that went on forever, a pert ass from endless squats, and breasts that still turned heads despite the mileage—keeping sponsors happy. Back home, her ex managed the chaos with their ten-year-old son, but out here? Freedom tasted like freedom.
She checked into the tournament villa two days early for the Seaview Open, craving solitude before the chaos. The lobby buzzed with low chatter from other players. Elena overheard snippets at the bar—something about “wave riders,” these local caddies who didn’t just haul clubs. They navigated the treacherous links and, rumor had it, eased the tensions that knotted up after eighteen punishing holes.
“They’re tempting,” murmured Riley, a wiry veteran with a smoker’s rasp, nursing a whiskey. “Carries your bag by day, your burdens by night. Mine, Jax, knows every hidden dune on this course—and off it.”
Elena paused, her pulse quickening. Tempting. The word lingered like the faint jasmine scent from the lobby flowers. She’d heard whispers of groupies chasing the men’s tour, but this? Women pros indulging? Her marriage had crumbled under neglect, leaving her starved, her body a coiled spring. Why not?
That evening, over seafood platters with Riley and newcomer Tara, the conversation deepened. The clink of forks against plates mixed with laughter. “Jax is pure stamina,” Riley grinned, eyes gleaming. “Lunch breaks turn into… respites. Just don’t overdo it; I tanked a final round once, legs like jelly.”
Tara leaned in, her voice husky. “My girl’s Lena—firecracker. Woke me at dawn with her tongue working overtime. But careful; they’re pros at distraction.”
Elena’s core tightened, a warm flush creeping up her thighs. “How do I… interview one?”
Riley slid her a number. “Jax. Twenty-two, local boy. Knows the winds here better than his own veins.”
Chapter 2: The Pact Sealed in Shadows
Morning sun glinted off the practice range as Elena met Jax under the palms. He was broader than expected—tanned skin stretched over muscled shoulders from lugging bags up Seaview’s bluffs, dark curls tousled, green eyes sharp like sea glass. No cologne, just clean sweat and earth. At twenty-two, he moved with easy confidence, clubs already aligned.
“First time chasing these rumors?” His voice was low, gravelly, no bullshit.
She swallowed, her polo clinging slightly in the humidity. “Yeah. Lay it out.”
“Course first. I track pins, gusts off the Pacific—club selection’s my game. No distractions on the fairway; I fade into the background.” He paused, handing her a driver. The leather grip was warm from his palm. “Lunch: quick oral if you crave it. Energy conserved. Post-round? Yours. Foreplay my specialty—trails from toes to tits. Condoms always, tested weekly. No kissing, no emotions. Six inches hard, but I aim for multiples. Anal? Protected yes. Limits: no pain, no ass play on me.”
Heat pooled between her legs as he spoke so clinically, yet her mind raced with visions. Tempting didn’t cover it; he was a siren’s call wrapped in professionalism. “Rate?”
“Ten percent winnings or $1200 flat per day, your call post-tourney. You’re stunning—legs like that negotiate themselves lower.”
She laughed, a throaty sound surprising even her. Internal thoughts swirled: This kid could unravel me. They shook on it, her hand lingering in his firm grip. “Range at dawn tomorrow.”
That night, alone in her suite, Elena’s fingers traced her slick folds, imagining his words made flesh. The shower’s steam carried her moans, water cascading over her hardened nipples. Tempting. Utterly tempting to call him now, but no—discipline first.
Practice Heat Rises
By afternoon practice, sparks flew. On the tenth bluff-side hole, wind whipping skirts, Elena murmured, “Bet you’d devour me after this birdie.”
“Wind’s shifting left—fade a nine-iron,” Jax replied evenly, eyes on the horizon. Damn, his focus steeled her shot. Ball kissed the pin.
She shot him a sidelong glance, pulse hammering. The temptation built, thick as fog rolling in. 🔥
Chapter 3: Midday Cravings Unleashed
Lunch break after nine: the villa’s air conditioning hummed like a lover’s breath. Elena’s room overlooked crashing waves, salt spray misting the balcony. “Ditch the pants,” she commanded as Jax entered, still in his caddy bib. He complied wordlessly, washing in her bath—water pattering like rain on leaves—emerging with his cock soft, heavy against thighs corded from climbs.
She lounged in her spiked shoes, skirt hiked, no panties. The chair creaked under her. “Here.” He stood close, scent of soap mingling with her arousal’s musk. Elena grasped his length, velvety soft at first, kissing the crown. Salt-tang taste bloomed on her tongue as she engulfed him, lips sealing around the base. Slowly, deliberately, she nursed him to steel, tongue swirling the vein beneath. Her free hand cupped his sac, heavy and warm, rolling gently.
Control surged through her—no rush, no husband’s fumbling. Drool slicked her chin as she bobbed, savoring the throb. Jax’s breath hitched once, but he obeyed the course code: no hands in her hair till invited.
“Time’s ticking,” he murmured, hips twitching.
She popped free, strings of saliva connecting. “No finish. Edge for me.” Her fist pumped furiously then, thumb smearing precum beading like dew. His abs clenched, a low groan escaping—music to her. She released, watching it bob, furious and denied. “Tee ten. Go.” 💋
Afternoon play ignited. On a cliffside par three, Elena nailed an eight-iron, whispering, “Tonight, your tongue owns me.” Jax: “Bunker’s guarding left—cut it high.” Birdie. Leaderboard flickered; she climbed.
The eighteenth’s roar from galleries vibrated the air. As she lined her putt, she leaned close: “Soaked thinking of feeding you my cream.” A damp spot darkened his khakis. Victory in teasing.
Chapter 4: Night’s Voracious Hunger
Foreplay Symphony
Post-shower glow, Elena in silk robe, skin steaming jasmine lotion. Jax arrived punctual, stripping to join her on the king bed. Waves thundered outside, masking her gasps as his mouth claimed a nipple—wet heat sucking, teeth grazing just enough sting. Hands kneaded her full mounds, rolling peaks till they ached.
She guided him south, fingers tangled in his curls. Navel flicked, then lower. Her thighs parted, exposing her shaved mound, lips swollen and glistening. He inhaled her essence—tart, heady—before diving. Tongue flat, lapping from taint to clit, probing her channel. Fingers traced inner thighs, feather-light.
“Three birds today,” she panted. “Earn three peaks.”
First climax rippled soft, a shiver through limbs, tasting like sea foam on her skin. She undulated, grinding scent deeper into his face. Second built savage—his lips suctioned her nub, tongue circling merciless. She clamped his cock, stroking in rhythm, feeling it weep.
Flipping to sixty-nine, her ass flexed over his chest. She smeared his precum like gloss, pumping as she rode his face. “Come with me—now.” Legs vise-tight, she shattered, flooding his mouth. His spurts painted her cheek, hot ropes salty on tasting. Exhaustion mingled with triumph; he panted into her thigh. “You’re fire, Elena.”
She traced his jaw, tender. “Rest wins tomorrow.” But sleep evaded her, body humming with newfound power.
Tease Escalates
Day two dawned misty. Elena tied for lead, her game laser-sharp. Front nine tame, but back nine? Onslaught. “Gonna reverse-ride you slow tonight,” on fourteen. Jax: “Pin tucked—aim center.”
Media swarmed on sixteen. She quipped to a reporter off-mic, “Jax? Best mouth-advice on tour.” His eyes widened—first crack.
Eighteenth putt dropped; second place locked. “Extra rubbers post-dinner. All night.”
But he ghosted. Call came late: girlfriend snag. Elena sighed, fingers circling her clit idly, TV droning. Knock—Jax, sheepish. “Sophia’s in. She caddies too—wants to join. Show you girl-love.”
Sophia: petite redhead, freckles dusting pert tits, ass a bubble of sin. Elena’s breath caught. Tempting beyond words. “Tomorrow night. Yes.”
Chapter 5: Threesome Tempest
Nerves jangled next dawn, but Elena surged, leading by seven. Lunch with trio: Sophia’s laugh tinkled, legs crossed teasingly. “Teach me your pussy,” Elena begged. Sophia winked. “Patience, gorgeous.”
Afternoon focus cracked slightly—visions of tangled limbs. Yet birdies piled; pin on eighteen meant win.
Evening: villa aglow candlelight, ocean symphony backdrop. Sophia arrived first, robe slipping to reveal pierced nipples, trimmed red bush. Kiss—soft, tentative—tasted berry lipgloss. Jax watched, cock tenting.
Bed became altar. Sophia straddled Elena’s face, scent intoxicating—sweet musk. “Lick slow, there.” Elena delved, tongue probing velvet walls, clit a pearl under assault. Sophia ground, tits bouncing; Elena’s hands mauled her ass, spanking cheeks pink.
Jax knelt behind, sheathing in Elena doggy. Thrusts deep, balls slapping. “Fuck, so tight.” Sophia leaned, sucking Elena’s swinging tits. Sensation overload—cunt stuffed, face buried in heat, nipples bitten.
Switch: Elena rode Jax reverse, ass cheeks spread for Sophia’s tongue rimming. “Taste us,” Jax groaned. Elena’s walls milked him, orgasm crashing wave-like, juices squirting Sophia’s chin.
DP tease: Jax anal-covered, Sophia strapless dildo plunging Elena’s pussy. Filled doubly, stretch-burn exquisite. Climaxes chained—screams echoing, bodies slick sweat-salt.
After: limbs entwined, breaths syncing. Sophia’s fingers traced Elena’s spent folds tenderly. Jax kissed shoulders—emotions crept despite rules. Vulnerability raw; Elena whispered, “More than golf.”
Climax Cascade
Sophia sixty-nined Elena, tongues dueling slits while Jax throat-fucked. Cum swallowed, facials traded. Exhaustion hit; they collapsed, skin cooling in briny air. 🔥💋
Chapter 6: Victory’s Lingering Echo
Tournament finale: Elena holed eagle on eighteen—champion. Podium champagne fizzed sweet, but her eyes sought Jax and Sophia in crowd. Payout massive; his cut generous.
Final night: no holds barred. Balcony overlooking waves, moon silvering skin. Jax ate Elena ass-up, Sophia fisting slow—knuckles grazing G-spot, squirting arcs into night. Reverse gangbang: both women devoured his cock, balls deepthroating tag-team. He painted faces, licked clean.
Morning haze: coffee bitter, bodies sore deliciously. “Next tourney?” Elena asked, hesitation lacing voice—guilt flickered, home pulling.
“Book us,” Sophia purred, leg hooking Elena’s. Jax nodded. Tempting future stretched like endless fairway.
Driving away, wind tousling hair, Elena smiled. Sin remade her—stronger, hungrier. Seaview faded rearview, but desires burned eternal. 💋🔥
The leaderboard etched forever: Elena Vargas, undisputed queen—of greens and hidden pleasures.
