Erotica By Bravo - Dighton & Forrest: A Game of Golf pt 2

Part 2 of 4

I.

Once again, Peter gestured for Sasha to tee off first. Sasha took a deep breath, addressed the ball, then swung back and forward. She hit the ball cleanly and watched in great delight as the ball sailed forward in a straight line for several yards, just as she had intended.

“Match that, then,” she said, joining Peter back at the man’s tee.

Peter smirked and teed his own ball. He smacked it with all his might, and saw it sail not in a straight line, but rather off to the right and straight into a scattered copse of wood that ran down the fairway. “Damn,” said Peter.

Peter drove the cart forward a few yards, then Sasha got out and went to her ball, while Peter went foraging in search of his own.

Sasha peered further down the fairway to see the pin in the hole on the green. She then addressed her ball and hit it with all her might. To her great satisfaction, the ball went straight and true.

“How’s it going, Peter?” she called.

Peter returned to the electric cart, and pulled another ball out of the bucket. “I’ll be taking a drop,” he said. He returned to the woods, dropped the ball just outside it, and hit it straight and true down to the green. He hit it so well that his confidence, which had crashed after he’d hit his first ball into the woods, returned.

Indeed, two more hits and his ball went into the hole.

Meantime, Sasha had made the green, and made her first putt. It rolled past the hole and down several feet on the other side. She tried again, it rimmed the hole and drifted a few inches away. Finally she was able to tap it in, but nevertheless it took her one more stroke than it had Peter.

Grimly, Sasha untied her tie and stowed it into the cap behind her seat, as they proceeded on to hole #3.

II.

This time, Sasha hit her ball with full power, and watched with satisfaction as it soared halfway down the fairway. Now she was getting the hang of this. Now all she had to do was master the intricacies of putting, and she’d be set.

Then Peter his ball and it soared far past hers.

Sasha calculated as she went hunting for her ball. Peter was playing with a Penfold #1. She had went out secretly and purchased a can of Penfold #2s, and had those three balls in her pocket. It looked like she was going to have to take desperate measures if she were going to pull out a win here.

After finding her ball, Sasha glanced around. Peter had already found his. She’d have to bide her time…wait until the next time Peter hit his ball into the trees, then help him look for it.

Sasha finally reached the green, and took another three putts to get the ball in the hole. It took Peter three putts also, but he hadn’t needed an extra couple of swipes to get his ball on the green in the first place.

Sasha removed her jacket as they walked back to the golf cart. “I wish we’d played a couple of games of miniature golf before we’d gotten started on this,” she said, flexing her tanned biceps, revealed by the short-sleeve white shirt she was wearing. She undid the collar of her shirt another couple of buttons.

“Are you trying to distract me, my darling?” Peter asked.

“Of course.”