I met John when I started taking golf lessons in Spain. He wasn't my instructor, he was herding the juniors around the course but he caught my eye on more than one occasion.

After a late afternoon session I was enjoying a beer in the club house when John came over and introduced himself. He'd heard I was from the UK and chatted about his British mother and the cities he had visited. My attempt to flirt was almost thwarted when I asked where in the USA was he from, it turns out he was Canadian, luckily one with a sense of humour.

As we chatted my eyes checked him out all over, he stood almost a foot taller than me, not particularly muscular but well sculpted and hot as fuck. Mid to late forties, I guessed with a few wrinkles around his stunning blue eyes. He reminded me of Jim Caviezal in Person of Interest. He picked up his glass and I noticed how long his fingers were, the slutty side if me imagining how they would feel reaching for my gspot. I snapped back into the present and listened as he laughed at my "terrible stance", offering to correct it for me next time I came.

The next visit I dressed in a tight tee shirt, slashed across the chest to show off the 40DD's and I shortish skirt, inappropriate I know but I had some serious flirting to do. I couldn't stop thinking about him. John's eyes almost popped out of his head as I made my way over.

I took a couple of practice shots and only managed to hit one, John laughed and said my stance was all wrong. Positioning himself behind me he moved my legs apart with his knee and the rested his long fingers on my hips. "Hit the ball square and not on the top", he whispered in my ear. His hot breath on my neck made me quiver in anticipation and I completely missed the ball, sending a chunk of turf up in the air. "Your problem is you are too quick, slow down" he said.

We continued to flirt, continued to feel each other up. I backed into his groin while he was positioning me again. I could feel his hard cock against my ass and wiggled in appreciation.

Annoyingly he had a call on his radio, that someone was causing trouble at one of the holes and could he sort it. He jumped into a golf cart and patted the seat next to him. I slid onto the leather seat, still admiring the bulge in his shorts.

I was surprised how fast these little carts go as we travelled to the "trouble". Running under some trees John ran his hand up my leg and grazed my thigh. He knew by my reaction that I needed this and proceeded to manipulate my clit with his middle finger. I was rolling my hips with pleasure, flushed and hot.

All too soon we reached the troubled hole, which had already calmed down and we made our way back. My panties were drenched and I hoped we could find some space so he could finish me off.... I was so damn wet and horny!

But no... we went into some trees and John started to finger my wet pussy.. God I needed that finger. I bucked against his hand, wanted to cum so badly. I was almost there when we heard voices. It ruined the moment. My pussy was drenched and his cock was hard. "Shall we go somewhere else" John suggested, "absolutely" I agreed.

That somewhere else was John's apartment complex in the town. Surrounded by trees and a sculpted pool, it was an ideal setting to get to know him intimately.

Taking my hand he led me into the bedroom. I hurriedly started to remove my clothes. "Whoa there missy", he grabbed my waist, "You're speeding again, slow down". He nuzzled my neck and very slowly ran his hands all over me. "I'll do the undressing".

He took, what seemed forever, to remove my outer layers, leaving me in just a bra and panties. Looking intently at every part of me and gently brushing his fingertips across my hips.

Pushing me backwards onto the bed he positioned me exactly where he wanted and removed his shirt and shorts. "Just relax", he said as he lay beside me, "I'm a pleaser, I love to make women cum". He continued to run his hands over me, removing my bra and concentrating on my breasts. Leaning over he began to gently suck on each nipple in turn. Flicking his tongue over them and then gently blowing, the sensation was incredible and I gripped the sheet.

He kissed my body all the way down to my panties, peeled them down my legs and onto the floor. He let out a sigh as he tickled my freshly shaved pussy and parted the lips as he probed those long fingers into me. Curling them slowly he hit the spot and I pushed up onto his finger but he would have non of it and stopped. "Slowly" he said. His finger was replaced with his tongue, his thumb manipulating my clit. Everytime I got close John would stop! It was excruciating but sensational at the same time, every fibre of my body was screaming for release.

After, what seemed like hours, John stood and removed his boxers. His cock was beautiful, not big, not long, just beautiful. He knelt inbetween my legs and pushed them back at the knees. Leaning forward he began to run his cock up and down my pussy, covering it in my sticky juices. Gently probing just inside the opening then pulling out again. Moaning and writhing underneath him I felt pressure as he finally, fully, entered me.

Slowly and purposefully he pushed all the way in and began to move from side to side. Grinding against my clit, he finally sent me over the edge, the orgasm was swift and powerful, every nerve ending was on fire as I completely locked up and began to cum, ending only when John shot his load into me. My nails tore into his chest as I pushed up as hard as I could as if to drain every last drop from him.

We lay back on the bed, covered in sweat. I quivered as John pulled me into him, wrapping around me and holding me tight, "See how much better it is when you go slow".

TBC . .. ...