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He was a perfect gent driving the cart and coordinating that I was teeing off from the Reds while he told me would play from the Whites just to cut down on the time between our tees. I did catch him checking me out every time I bent over for any reason, to putt, lift and mark my ball, tee it up...and yes, I was trying to put on a not so subtle show. He asked me what my exercise routine was to stay in such world-class fitness condition. I blushed, told him about my running and triathlons and that I'd spent years playing tennis before dabbling with golf, and then told him how sweet it was for him to say such lovely things to make a lonely woman by herself feel so special. "A compliment like that could win a girl's heart, Bert, such a shame you're married or I would try to steal you away..." I told him. "Dolly, I'm sure you know what happens on Sea Island, stays on Sea Island. "I made sure my skirt showed a lot of my thighs for the rest of the round, and I somehow managed to keep the ball on the course so that we could keep moving. Somewhere around the eighth green I suggested that since his wife hadn't been able to join us, perhaps just nine holes might be enough for a two-some like us and a late lunch could substitute for the back nine. "The house I'm staying at has amazing water views, Bert." I shot a 44, not great but wasn't embarrassed, and he effortlessly carded a 35. He asked me the house number, then picked up his phone and called the clubhouse to have a pair of lobster salads and fruit and cheese plates delivered with a Pinot Grigio, bottles of sparkling water with sliced lemons in a bowl, and sweet tea, which he explained was one of his weaknesses. "What are the others?" I asked, noticing that I'd finally caught him glancing at my cleavage. "Beautiful women from Florida," he replied.
I propped my tanned legs up on the inside dash of the golf cart, deliberately providing Bert with an unfettered, eagle-eye view. The rising bulge in his trousers let me know we were fully on the same page, and he drove his cart to the house where I was staying, as Sea Islanders will do, saying, "we'll get your vehicle late-uh, Dolly" and I nodded as we each continued to glance at each other' unabashedly.
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