Any golf players?

I was an avid golfer...Shoulder issue had returned me to fishing...but, I still get on the lynx.
We've had several good times with the cart girl...few times they flashed us. 99% of the time its flirting. few yrs back we golfed in an outing, bunch of the guy actually chased the cart girl off the course...this brought down a ton of shit

When I was chose to live a Bi lifestyle, I had a buddy. He and I would play golf for favors...') ')
one of the Cart Ladies started figuring it out. she told us one day. the best hiding place on the course are here and here...this one; the other golfer can see your cart but noT you..the'll figure your looking for a 'ball' and the other tee box is 'way' over there
this hole..the tee box is blocked on both sides...and you can hear people coming up to the hole you just finished
 
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I used to play golf quite often as well as worked on upscale courses. Cart girls/women would be hired on the basis of their appearance (shapely, hot body, nice legs). The girls (generally 18-40 years old) would be flirty and always wore very short shorts to show off their tanned legs. I am convinced these girls did very well financially because of the extra tips by smiling, being flrty and being available on the course when thirst comes a calling. The flirting both ways was all in good fun.
 
I'm loving reading this. Any pictures of yourself for us?

Just to help with the visuals... 😉
 
I used to play golf quite often as well as worked on upscale courses. Cart girls/women would be hired on the basis of their appearance (shapely, hot body, nice legs). The girls (generally 18-40 years old) would be flirty and always wore very short shorts to show off their tanned legs. I am convinced these girls did very well financially because of the extra tips by smiling, being flrty and being available on the course when thirst comes a calling. The flirting both ways was all in good fun.

You pretty much summed it up lol!
 
I made it inside without incident sident and without my parents catching me thank god! I would have been in deep shit! I was worried I may have embarrassed myself infront of fellow staff and members. I was very very nervous going to work the following week. It kind of felt like doing the walk of shame as I drove in and walked through our employee entrance. Was relieved when no one batted and eye at me and everything was all business as usual. In fact it was quite the opposite, I got several compliments from people how well dressed. Most of them just kept to themselves in the corner of the room during the party. I was the only one to mix it up and socialize. I was in the clear and dodged a major bullet. Everything was quiet for a few weeks until the shinnanigins started again. My little photo shoot at the party with my friends phone really got my squad of 4 ( lol I loved calling them that as that’s what we said in dance) going and asking for more. As usual things always seemed to happen in a major way around the damn benefits for whatever reason. Lots of people, lots of money and lots of temptation for that money. It was a members party and silent auction along with some other gimmicks like fake gambling etc. I had the underprivilege of having to wait tables for the occasion. The silent auction was kinda cool actually with a lot of really expensive stuff. Concert tickets, season passes to a theme park, autographed memorabilia, weekend getaway you name it like 30 items in all. I would walk by the books were members wrote there amounts and it was all hundreds if not thousands of dollars. They did not announce the winners they were posted. Everyone left and a basket still remained... as I wash dishes and sweep the floors my friend tells me I won the basket... immediately I’m like “oh no they didn’t!”. It was a basket that included a golf lesson, credit at the pro shop, day pass to the facilities and a massage. No one asked any questions and I was surprised, figured it would poke management that Cinderella got to hang out in the clubhouse. The lesson was well...a lesson but the massage afterward was heaven.
 
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The next time a saw them I thank “my mystery date” for the present and they all busted out laughing at me cause I probably did some cute girlie voice and jumped or something. I hugged all of them but no one came forward. They asked about what I had won and they were all very impressed that I took the golf lesson! They didn’t comment on the massage or getting to use the pool it was strait to the golf lesson. They wanted to see what I had. One of them handed me a wood ( no pun, hole wasn’t long) and teed me up. For the next few minutes I sliced and hacked a dozen of his expensive golf balls all over the place. Finaly when he couldn’t take it anymore he approached me and offered assistance. He got behind me and toward over me, draping his arms around me and grabbing my hands. I remember it as almost sensual like he had taken charge. He kicked my feet apart further and explained to me alignment and how to shift my weight from foot to foot. I still remember his way of teaching me to swing. He said “backhand to the bitches” and it all made sense that the power was in my leading hand. We did a few more swings and every time I leaned into him a little more and a little more until finally I ground my ass into his crotch. we stood up after our follow through and he was very happy, letting my hands go and placed his on my hip bones and snaked them up my sides. It was very sexual not sexual but I even caught myself letting out a little moan and he heard it.
 
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Thank you for sharing your adventures in working at the local golf club/course when you were younger. It sounds like you had a lot of fun working at the golf course/club. Your group of 4 must of been sad when the day came for you to leave the golf club/course.

I'm sure they would still be excited getting to see you again and see how well you improved your swing and to see how you handle the shafts of your clubs! ;)

Would love to hear about any more adventures you had with your Group of 4, if there is any more.
 
Thank you for sharing your adventures in working at the local golf club/course when you were younger. It sounds like you had a lot of fun working at the golf course/club. Your group of 4 must of been sad when the day came for you to leave the golf club/course.

I'm sure they would still be excited getting to see you again and see how well you improved your swing and to see how you handle the shafts of your clubs! ;)

Would love to hear about any more adventures you had with your Group of 4, if there is any more.

I have a few more to add but I was really only there for 18 months or so. It was good while it lasted. I still chat with one of them to this day 😉 and cellphone cameras are wayyyy better now
 
I always have enjoyed the sexy cart girls. So many times I have caught myself with replying to a question with a double meaning with sexual intent. Not knowing if she thought I was a perv or just a dirty old man.
 
The next weekend I was my peppy self ready to make a little extra money. I can’t remembr what it was but there was something I wanted to but just to stick it some ther girl. Probably a coach purse or something. I went bold today and chose the skirt, it had been almost 6 months since I had worn it was definatly a little tighter than I remembered. My older sister still lived at home and I barrowed some of her really slutty panties to wear underneath. So slutty and tiny it didn’t even feel like I was wearing any but the pencil lead size string up my bum. When I was driving the skirt was so short now I had to keep my legs together or the skirt would reveal to much. I remembered I had a cardigan swetter I could tie around my waste To save me from the embarrassment (literally bare ass) while walking through the club house to punch in. I kept the swetter tied to me as tight as I could the entire time until I got outside. I found one of them on the first whole, way to close for comfort. I stopped playfully and asked he would like anything to which he declined he had just started. I was turned looking out the passenger as to not be exposed. I told him ok and that I would see him In the back nine and as I did I parted my legs wide enough for him to see strait up my skirt. I remember it was such a rush. I had checked these panties in the mirror before I left and they didn’t even cover my entire mound and what did was sheer white, I had been sweating wrapped in the cardigan and in the hot vynil seat. Then stringnwas so tiny it was almost not even there cutting up my little asshole and though my cheeks. I didn’t smile or wink i acted as if I had no idea what I had done...”show me the money” was what was going through my head.
 
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It’s still nice and smooth though it’s currently a little 5 o’clock shadow...need to handle that this weekend....I also like a little neatly trimmed triangle now to. Think size of credit card above and rest bare as a babies bottom
 
It’s still nice and smooth though it’s currently a little 5 o’clock shadow...need to handle that this weekend....I also like a little neatly trimmed triangle now to. Think size of credit card above and rest bare as a babies bottom

Ih rest assured, I am thinking about yours
 
Been chatting with a few of you and been enjoying sharing stories of my first job at a country club I used to work at. What a trip down memory lane. Any golfers out there?

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It’s still nice and smooth though it’s currently a little 5 o’clock shadow...need to handle that this weekend....I also like a little neatly trimmed triangle now to. Think size of credit card above and rest bare as a babies bottom

A landing strip isn't bad, the important parts should be bare.
 
It all started when I wanted to share the first time I flashed anyone...

Well... my first time was senior year in high school (yes I was 18...ish) and worked at a local country club, this was Early 2000s... I would work the beer cart on the weekend and drive around the links selling beer to all the members, rich older men with nice cars and big houses. I quickly found out that when I wore a push up bra or a short skirt/short shorts I got way better tips. I was flirty with them and played the part to take there money showing a little more than I should have been. One of the regulars on a slow day on the back nine handed me $20 dollars for a tip and asked if he could see “a little more”... I looked around and no one was around. The closest was a few wholes behind and no one in front as I drive the course... I went for it and pulled up my shirt to let him see and quickly put it back down. Than i drove off. The only ones that ever inquired was him, his golf partner and the two gentlemen they played with so that was the pack. I never did it with any other member and we never talked about it off the course. A good day from him and his friends alone I would get $50-100 dollars stoping by with refreshments a few times during their rounds. they were all very wealthy (membership dues were I think $10k a year) drove nice cars etc, they were mid forties to early sixties. They usually played in their group of four during the afternoon when it was hot so the course had a quicker pace of play. Our uniform was simple. It was a white pleated skirt or white shorts with our clubs crest on a fitted polo. I flashed a few more times for them, the second time was a joke on the pair he was playing against. As he walked up to by a beer he said “hey can you do something for me” I inquired and he asked that I flash his friend during his backswing, I oblidge and thought it was funny as he completely missed and hit up a giant divet. That was my introduction to his friends. I got comfortable with them, they were a lot of fun! I was playful and they enjoyed this little cart bunny coming on her rounds. I just started having fun with it. I would give hugs and kiss them on the cheek like we were old friends. I called them daddy for fun on occasion. I took it a little further than that but nothing crazy ;-) I worked there for two summers and have lots more experiences I can remember

The cart girl of my dreams! But yes, that's the way that particular game is played. Its harmless fun. We old farts get to flirt a bit with a young cutie and enjoy the occasional eyeful and the cart girls can make a little extra cash. I did hear once of things going a bit too far. This was at a public course I always try to play when I'm in a certain part of Florida. I was by myself and joined up with three local regulars. All day they kept making comments about how they missed the former cart girl. Finally I asked what was so special about her. They looked at each other and grinned and said she had been giving blow jobs in the bathroom on the back nine all summer, but got caught and got fired. Bummer! That's my life's story a day late and a dollar short.

I am a photographer and I have often thought about doing a calendar...the "Cart Girls of so and so...). picture lovely cart girls posing by their snack cart in a bikini or something naughty. Maybe one day
 
I made $4 an hour on each 10 hour shift and could pull $200-$400 in tips easy if I was on the refreshment cart. Standard uniform was our fitted polo with club crest. I would wear the most flattering push up bra I could get my hands on underneath. turned my at the time B’s into D’s. The white shorts we wore most of the time were already flattering but I wear them a size smaller always making sure my thong or g string was showing in a highly visible color like bright pink or red or yellow. It was a great way to spend my junior and senior years of highschool. I even went to school with some of these guys children

I've always wondered, do cart girls get to keep their tips or do they go into a community pot to split with the other workers like restaurants do?
 
I still play, it’s been 25 years now 😊 but I never was lucky to have a sexy golf partner that’s a dream of mine 😊
 
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