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This is another part fantasy, part real story.
To my editors – neuroparenthetical and Erza07, whose help was invaluable and turned my meagre attempt at writing, into something readable, thank you both for your time and patience.
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My Golfing Girl
The Beginning
It really is true: if you’re looking for love you’ll never find it. If, however, you just live – without expectation – the universe, Karma, or God’s will (whichever is your particular preference and/or belief), is going to put it in your path.
That is how I came to meet Vanessa – or Ness, as she prefers. I’ve wanted to tell this story for some time, and I hope that I do it – and Ness – some justice.
My name is Max and before I get into our story, I’ll provide a brief history of my life before Ness.
I was married for seven years. Eleven years ago my wife died in a car crash. I was a widower for five years, before meeting Ness and at fourty-one, I have never been happier.
Before meting my wife, I’d slept with less than ten women, and my sex life had been almost exclusively vanilla. I wouldn’t have rated my performance as particularly stellar. I love giving pleasure more than receiving. I love eating pussy, giving massages, and anything else in that vein, always aiming to ensure that my partner has at least one orgasm before the point of penetration.
I used to last between five and ten or so minutes, which I’m told is pretty typical and about right for most women. It’s definitely not what guys talk about being able to do, nor what pornography portrays. That changed after finding the right partner and having excellent communication.
I had also slept with three men. The first two had come onto me. In those encounters, I’d exclusively been a bottom, relishing the experience of giving myself over to someone else.
The last guy I’d been with before I’d met my wife, I met at a hotel sauna.
I’d been the one to make the first move that time, after I got what I thought was a pretty clear signal. We’d both made love to each other in my room. I found being versatile liberating, and it was always a memory that I could rely on to get me hard and get off when I masturbated.
Despite how much I’d enjoyed those experiences, being with guys hadn’t really been something that I’d wanted to continue long-term. Whether it had been my relative youth, my own prejudices, or perhaps what everyone else thought I should do holding me back, I’d never made dating or hooking up with them a regular thing. I had known that I’d never felt a desire to ask myself that question again.
When I lost my wife, it broke me. For six months I basically didn’t come out of the house, drank way too much, and wallowed in my misery. I put on weight, lost touch with friends, and became a recluse – all pretty standard stuff, given the circumstances. Because we’d never had kids, there was no one for me to stay out of a slump for.
At that time, I was a partner in a Canberra based contracting firm, with a large portion of our business, going to the Commonwealth Government. I took an extended leave of absence and lived off savings for over six months. I didn’t spend money on anything besides food and booze, so the bills were easy to keep up with.
I eventually did emerge from my cave, and slowly got back to participating in life. I had to forcibly throw myself back into work; it was at least something that I could use to distract myself. The other partners were quite supportive and, really. It was pretty much a no-brainer for them, as my skills were very attractive and reasonably rare.
My wife’s life insurance had paid the house off and left me with a fair bit left over, so I didn’t have any long-term financial worries. Still, I couldn’t live in our old house, so I sold it and purchased a large modern three-bedroom apartment near the lake in Canberra.
I went back to the gym and tried to whip my six-foot, previously average-sized-body back into some sort of reasonable shape – which had taken some time. I’d started to take much better care of myself – eating better, dressing better, and generally trying to leverage what nature had given me as best I could.
I’ve been told that I won the DNA lottery as far as looks are concerned, but the effort made a noticeable difference almost right away.
One of my saving graces was a newfound appreciation for a game that I had played a fair bit in my youth – golf. In no time it became the centre of my world outside of work. My handicap dropped pretty quickly and I started to travel to play at good courses around the country. The game gave me a social group away from work that I had not had prior. It was a place I could be the ‘new me.’
About the last thing that had not returned to some level of normalcy, was my libido. As a widower, I had lost all interest in meeting or sleeping kağıthane escort with anyone. It was as though I had no libido whatsoever. I didn’t even masturbate. Nothing!
A Holiday
It was a golf trip to Thailand six years ago that changed almost everything in my life.
The trip was planned to be a ten-day executive level, guided group tour. We would be playing at some of the best golf courses in Thailand. There were to be seven rounds in total, plus some extra down days.
After booking the holiday, I started to think of the possibilities of “companions” on days off and at spots where we were going to be for multiple days. This injected some adrenaline into my libido, kick-starting it once again. At worst, it might be nice to spend some time with someone of the opposite sex and have a “Girlfriend Experience” as they call it in Thailand.As it turns out, none of that was necessary, because Ness was one of the Australian ladies in the tour group.
The whole group was to be on the same flight, so we all met at Sydney Airport at seven in the morning at the check-in area. It was August — winter here, though not like anybody in Canada or Norway thinks of it.
While gathered together, we were briefly introduced to our two guides, and our names were ticked off the list. From memory, there were about twenty-five in the group.
Everyone was pretty rugged up. Standing around in a big group, a few of us that were a little more extroverted – Ness included – started introducing ourselves. The introductions continued as we all checked in and made our way through customs and security.
I spoke with almost everyone briefly before passing through customs; the majority of the group were from Sydney, with about eight or so from Melbourne and six – including me – from Canberra. It was great to find out that the other tour group members had come from all walks of life.
Where golfers differ from most casual sports is that we all share an intense love of the game and not pedigree or winning history. About the first question any golfer will ask another, after their names, is what club do you belong to and what is your handicap? The tour company was organising the tour to have both a gross (raw score) and net (taking your handicap off the raw score) competition. In the final three rounds, there was to be an additional element – a handicap matchplay playoff for the top eight. Handicaps were not going to be shared until the first round, so some people were being guarded when asked about theirs.
I introduced myself to Ness as we were lining up to go through security. She was easily the best looking woman in the group. Due to our winter clothes, it was pretty hard to tell anything other than that she was about five-foot-seven or so and slightly built.
She was Caucasian, but with olive skin and features that hinted at some Spanish or South American in her lineage, making her age difficult to estimate. The skin on her face was stunningly perfect. Her hair was a mid brown, shiny, and about shoulder-blade length. She was wearing it out, and the slight waves framed her face perfectly, accentuating her olive skin even more. It was her green eyes that grabbed me the most, though. They were kind, gentle, and inviting, with a hint of cheek and a very large dose of intelligence.
I thought she might be thirty, but I’d never been good at estimating a lady’s age, so always erred on the younger end of what I thought.
She was quick to smile, with perfect teeth and full lips. Her handshake was gentle but firm, and her skin impossibly soft to the touch. She told me she was from Sydney and a member of the New South Wales Golf Club, and I was immediately impressed with her ease and confidence. She told me that she was the Chief Operating Officer of a large medical distribution company; I told her of my partnership in the consulting firm.
We never asked each other what our handicaps were, instead naturally chatting easily about a few things before going our separate ways as we entered the duty free shopping area.
I saw her briefly again as I was going up an escalator to the business lounge; I just couldn’t fly economy anymore. She had taken off her coat and had on a pair of jeans and a turtle neck sweater. The sweater really showed off her B cup breasts. She hadn’t seen me as she was browsing, buying a book or something. Just as soon as I had noticed her and seen her chest, she turned away from me.
Ness’ arse looked to be perfection. It had just the right curve in her hips and a small peach shape. She was clearly fit, as there was no extra jiggle, or any deep fold in the jeans at the base of the arse, as she walked away. I was taken by the sway in her hips, but also her calm pace and grace.
Most people walk bobbing up and down, but Ness’ gate and vertical movement was so smooth. It reminded me of the imagery you see of kaman escort big cats stalking – you how their heads stay still and their bodies move around it. I remember thinking that she may well have done a good deal of martial arts, adding weight to my observation of her confidence and ease.
Even though I remember all of that detail, at the time I really didn’t think about her anymore until after we got to the hotel in Thailand. We’d been gathered at the airport and put on the other of the two medium-sized buses the tour company had organised.
We played two courses in Bangkok, including the amazing Royal Gems Golf Course. It includes a front nine with copies of iconic holes from around the world, like the island green from the par three seventeenth at TPC Sawgrass. The back nine is a copy of Augusta National Golf Course, with palms instead of pines.
The routine was: breakfast at seven, out to the course by eight-thirty, straight to the changing rooms, a few practice putts, and then off to the first tee.
Each day the buses left about fifteen minutes apart, with most of the ladies on the first bus, as they teed off first. They were at the tee by the time the men arrived. We’d finish the round by about one o’clock, have a shower, change clothes, and then have lunch as a group at the clubhouse.
By about three o’clock in the afternoon, we’d be back at the hotel. From there we’d all have a few drinks and head out for dinner at seven o’clock. We’d be back at the hotel by nine-thirty, and some of us would even get a massage at a little spot across the road before bed.
Then we’d get up the next day and repeat. It was my idea of golfing holiday heaven!
We had a couple of days off around Bangkok, and I’m not sure why, but I just wasn’t interested in hitting the red light district. I did go to one market to get some gifts for friends for when I got home. Outside that, I exercised, took walks, or sat by the pool.
I saw Ness a few times walking in or out of the hotel. She was clearly popular with the other ladies of the tour, as she was always in a group with a few of them, and always seemed to be leading rather than following. She saw me too, and we acknowledged each other with smiles.
On Day Four we went to Hua Hin, South West of Bangkok, to play two courses there: Black Mountain (the European Tour’s annual Thai course) and Banyan Golf Course.
I had played pretty well for the first four rounds, but I wasn’t particularly interested in,the competition, more the golf course experience and general company. My life was competitive enough..
I hadn’t checked out who the top dogs were and wasn’t planning on doing so until we got to the final courses, which were to be the Siam Old and Water Courses in Pattaya. I really only kept an eye on where Ness was after each round. The final round was to be at a new course that no one had played. It had only just opened, but was receiving great reviews. It was called ‘Chee Chan.’
Each day, Ness and I sort of checked in with each other prior to each round and caught up either at lunch after the golfing was finished, or just as the ladies left and the men made their way to lunch. The brief discussions of our rounds gradually got longer, more involved and more friendly.
There were a couple of times that a group of the ladies waited at the eighteenth green to see some of the men finish. Each time, I noticed that Ness was with them. Other times, we would catch each other sneaking stares and acting a bit like teenagers. I think we were either denying what was shaping up to be an attraction to each other, or perhaps just being cautious.
During each of the rounds in Bangkok and Hua Hin, Ness had worn pretty conservative clothes that had only hinted at how good-looking she actually was. Always the best dressed, she had worn modest skirts and looser t-shirts.
After a little while, I couldn’t deny to myself that there was definitely something happening. I was warming to the idea, but not interested in rushing it. I got every sense that Ness was special. A whisper of potential, that she might be someone significant in my future, resonated in my mind.
The attraction was mutual, I was sure, and I think we both wanted to just let it develop naturally.
As the order on the leaderboard developed over the first four rounds, I did notice that Ness’ name steadily rose. Overall, I was running third, and as we were due to leave Hua Hin, she was fifth overall.
After Hua Hin, the plan was to move to Pattaya on a commercial catamaran ferry trip of just over two hours. On the last day in Hua Hin, the tour company offered the opportunity to either have the morning off, do some shopping, or register for a Thai cooking class.
It turned out that we had both independently elected the cooking class. There were only twelve positions, with everyone in a ten square meter cooking area, kapaklı escort so it was going to be a quite intimate affair.
I have always loved eating Thai food, so the thought that I might be able to start learning how to authentically cook some of it was enticing to me. I have never been a good cook, so I thought, ‘why not try something new, while I’m in Thailand. And if it helped preserve the memories of a great trip and the wonderful Thai people, then all the better.’
The class started with a visit to a fresh food market at seven in the morning. We were walked around to almost three dozen stalls, learning what to look for when picking vegetables, seafood and other ingredients. I was finding it fascinating and was totally engrossed in the whole process.
During the market visit, Ness and I were talking and passing food to one another, sharing the tastes and smells – which were incredible. I asked myself why I’d never gotten interested in cooking.
When we were done at the market, we walked to what appeared to be just another walled-in yard for just another house. Inside the wall, it was another matter entirely. The generously sized house had been roughly divided into two sections. A large dining room was the centrepiece of one, while the other boasted six individual cooking stations.
Our cooking guide asked us to pair up. There were three couples, so that left six of us. I was standing just behind Ness and suggested that we be partners. She happily accepted.
For the next hour and a half, we were taught to make stir-fry, Pad Thai, and another two dishes that I can’t even remember any more. Ness and I worked really well together. We shared tastes from the same spoon, joked around, and generally had a great time. She was calm and so nice; it was all very disarming. She was great company, and the time flew by.
After the cooking lesson finished, we all chose to make our own way back to the hotel. As we walked back together, I asked Ness if she’d like to get a coffee, and she accepted. We grabbed a great brew and casually walked around for the next hour.
We had been chatting and window gazing and had lost track of time, almost missing the short bus ride to the boat. It was a rush to get there, only to be confronted by the only somewhat-organised chaos of the ferry company’s loading and departure process.
Connection
I found myself alone on the bow as the ferry departed Hua Hin.
I can be a bit of an introvert at times. I was having one of those deeply introspective moments in life, where you stop and take stock of all that your life is and where it’s going. There on the ferry, that coalesced into questions like what’s happening with my golf game? and what is knowing Ness shaping up to mean?
Standing, eyes closed, with the breeze in my face was peaceful. I was gently shocked out of my Zen state when I noticed that Ness was standing out there with me – just a foot or so away. I looked over at her, not sure how long she’d been there. She was standing with her face up, eyes closed as well, the breeze causing her hair to fly out behind her – clearly having her own moment.
I studied her face and realised that I was enamoured with it. I smiled and looked forward again, offering her the same solitude, peace and serenity that she had allowed me. I closed my eyes again realising that it was the first time since we’d arrived, that there was only one noise – the boat’s engines, and not the cacophony of street noises, or even the relative quiet of the caddies and players on the course.
I embraced the burgeoning happiness in my life. I wasn’t chasing anything. Instead, I was doing my part – as best I could – to allow my good deeds to provide me with the universe rewards. I’ve always loved the idea of Karma, and to this day I strive to put out good Karma, trusting that it will be returned to me in kind.
From beside me, in a smooth, calm and sweet voice, Ness said, “Penny for your thoughts?”
Pausing to decide whether I would guard my response or tell the truth, I decided that I would only tell Ness the truth.
I opened my eyes, turned to face her, and smiled. “I was just taking a few moments to recap where I am, what I’m doing, and where I’m going with my life.”
Ness looked up at me, looking thoughtful and speaking slowly. “Was your smile a passing grade?”
I nodded and chuckled a little. “Yes, it was a passing grade – getting better, too, I hope.” I looked forward again. “I lost my wife and then my way a few years ago, and after I came out of my slump, I resolved to put out as much good Karma as I could. I’m getting there, but this trip has been so good for me. There are so many good people here.” I turned towards her again, wearing an even bigger smile. “Especially you. I guess I’m just loving life at the moment.”
Ness placed her hand on my forearm. With a good deal of empathy in her voice, she softly said, “I’m so sorry that you lost your wife, Max. What a terrible thing to happen.”
Smiling a little weakly back at her, I placed my hand over hers. “Thanks Ness. It’s nice of you to say. It was a while ago now and I’ve been able to get through it, with the help of my family and some great friends.”