The Finchbottom Vale
is nestled comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest to the south and
the rolling Pepperstock Hills in the north, those who are lucky enough to live
there think of it as the rose between two thorns.
And at the far eastern
end of the Vale was the traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea, complete with a Victorian
Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained
gardens, promenade, theatre and illuminations, all the usual things to have a
great time by the seaside, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington
Fun Park.
The four friends had
spent the morning playing a foursome at the Sharpington Dunes Golf Club, they
all lived locally in the town of Sharpington-By-Sea and three of them had
houses that backed onto the course.
Their foursome had
become a regular fixture on their social calendars after widower Dave Whitaker
had taken early retirement at the age of 50.
It seemed the right
thing to do at the time, his children had flown the nest, his wife had passed
and his job had lost its lustre, so he retired and he had never regretted it
for a moment.
Retirement enabled him
to spend time with his three favourite ladies of leisure, Sarah Price, Katie
George and Wilhelmina Winten.
Sarah and Katie were
both wealthy grass widows and ten years younger than he was and spinster Willi
was three years older and was a retired PE Teacher.
After spending a very
pleasant morning on the course they lunched at the club as was their habit and
as they sat down at their regular table Willi announced
“I can’t be late home
today, Marta is coming to help me tidy the attic”
“It must be important
if you’re going to cut your lunch short” Sarah said and they all laughed.
“If truth be told I do
rather look forward to the days Marta comes to help me” she said when the
laughter had subsided
“She’s really such a
nice girl and very good company”
Which was when, the
waitress, Georgina, arrived at the table to take their order.
“So you’re not coming
to mine for drinks this afternoon Willi?” Katie asked
“I’m afraid not” she
replied
“What about you
Sarah?”
“No not today” she
replied reading a text on her phone “somethings come up”
“Just me and you then
Dave” Katie said
“Ok with me” Dave
remarked
So after a very nice
lunch in very pleasant company, and feeling a little over indulged, they had a
rendezvous by their trolleys and prepared for the short stroll across the 18th
fairway, apart that is from Sarah Price, who was the only one of the group
whose house didn’t adjoin the Golf Course.
“I’ll say goodbye now”
she said “I need to pop to the pro shop before I head home”
So Sarah headed in the
opposite direction while the other three walked their trolleys across the 18th
fairway.
Willi lived 5 houses along from Katie’s house which was next door to
Dave’s, so they said goodbye and she walked home to get showered before Marta
arrived and Dave went home to get changed and Katie went to her house to
freshen up and prepare for Dave’s arrival.
Before leaving home he checked himself in the hall mirror and nodded
his aproval, he was still a good looking man of average height and in good
physical shape and he still had a full head of sandy hair.
It was about half an hour before Dave walked into Katie’s garden,
which was very, in fact it was beautifully kept, and much nicer than his own,
but then you get out of it what you put in, and Katie put a lot in to hers.
Whereas his garden was
simply functional and he put absolutely nothing into it at all and no effort
was expended whatsoever.
All his efforts with
regard to the garden went into cutting the grass and sweeping the patio.
Katie on the other
hand loved her garden and loved working in it and the result was there for all
to see, a delightful English country garden.
He walked towards the house and he found that there were drinks on the
table beneath the parasol and soft music coming from an MP3, but no sign of
Katie.
So he walked toward the kitchen door and stepped inside and there in
the middle of the room stood Katie, wearing her golf hat, her golf shoes,
argyle socks and her golf glove, and absolutely nothing else.
“Wow” Dave said as he stared at the beautiful woman in front of him in
the beautifully accesorised golfing outfit, or what there was of it, Katie was a beautiful woman when fully clothed, but
naked she went off the scale.
Despite her being the
wrong side of forty she had maintained her figure exceptionally well, only her
long brunette hair now had to be enhanced with colouring.
After taking his time to admire her nakedness he then added
“I may be wrong but I think that may infringe the dress code”
“is that right” she said “And what are you going to do about it?”
“What are my options exactly?” he asked
“Well you can report me to the club captain” she replied “or you can
make love to me like you normally do”
“I think I’ll do the latter then” he said
“Good choice” Katie replied and removed her glove.
