Golfing with Kathryn Newton

One of the pillars of the Lodge is secrecy. The main pillar, actually. There is no way that this could go on the way it does if the paparazzi caught wind of this. If they knew, imagine how thorough they would be in planting themselves outside the house. They'd probably scurry up the trees surrounding the house like squirrels, just in the hope that they could get a shot of whoever was visiting. And then imagine the headlines. The connections between girls that would be analyzed like conspiracy theories. God forbid, imagine the podcasts.

I shudder at the thought.

Naturally, all this means that the options I have to spend time with the Lodge's members are somewhat limited. We can't exactly go out for a night on the town in full view of the public. Instant problem for those in relationships, but at the same time if I'm seen out with different women all the time, people will start to wonder what the deal is with that as well. But, there are a few things that are totally acceptable. Namely, activities that are far away from cities and don't have a lot of people around.

Which is why I found myself pleasantly surprised to be along with Kathryn Newton on a golf outing. It was something I'd never do, and an idea that I'd probably never have. So the 'fun and new' aspect of it made it instantly appealing. And that was beyond the normal level of appealing that came just from it being Kathryn Newton. Who had been a more recent addition to the Lodge but quickly became a repeat visitor with a great deal of enthusiasm. Always wanting it. Always loving it. Always with those gorgeous doe eyes wide and that beautiful smile beaming. She was as sunny and bright as the golf courses she was always on. I remember the phone call we had when she invited me.

"I'd love to. The only issue is that I've literally never golfed in my entire life," I said, being brutally honest.

Kathryn laughed in such a way that I could practically see her grin over the phone.

"All the better. Then I don't have to wait for you to take your turn, you can just come along for the ride."

"Ohh, so you need a caddy, is that it?" I teased.

"Yeah, obviously. I need someone to drive my cart. Carry my stuff. *Praise* me when I do a good job..." Kathryn said, drawing out that last part to make it sound more suggestive than golf had any reason to be.

"I can definitely do that. Is this like baseball, where to say 'good job' you give someone a pat on the butt?"

"No, but, I'm sure we'll think of something," Kathryn's smirk was also apparent even over the phone.

So we set a date and the location. We picked the middle of the week for the sake of there being less of a crowd. The location was also a pleasant surprise. Kathryn had found a golf course that wasn't too far from the Lodge. One she'd never been to and in which she wasn't a known regular. So when I pulled up in my car, I could walk out like normal, and actually approach and go into a building. No sneaking around, no looking over my shoulder for people with cameras, and no spycraft communications with who I was meeting. No sooner did I enter the lobby, did I hear a whistle from someone grabbing my attention.

"Hey you!" Kathryn called as I turned to look at her.

Kathryn was beaming as she walked over to me. I only had a moment to look, but the swiftness of her walk accentuated her outfit. A blue polo shirt that had three buttons and a wider collar, a white skirt that was tight around her waist but open and flouncy around her thighs, and golf shoes that were two different shades of pink. That lovely blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail, and tucked into a white hat.

"There you are," I said happily.

Kathryn had her arms out with five steps to go. I did the same, and we came together in a hug as if we were old friends. Ones who were free to interact in public, rather than one of them sneaking into the car while the other waits so they can drive out of sight. The only issue was that I had to resist the urge to run my hands down her lovely, petite ass. Kathryn was not similarly inclined, and as we hugged, she pressed herself into me. Particularly her hips, ensuring that they were wedged against me to the point that she could feel my cock through my pants.

"Ooo, there *you* are," she said into my ear with a giggle.

As much as I didn't want to, I reached up and lightly pulled her ponytail in a tease in order to stop her. She laughed again and pulled away, grinning again.

"Come on, I already checked in and got us ready. We're this way," she waved for me to follow.

I was momentarily distracted by the swish of her skirt, teasing the backs of those fantastic, fit thighs, but then the two of us walked through the lobby and out onto the grounds. Through a mostly unoccupied outdoor sitting area and cafe, then down a short path to a tiny parking lot filled with golf carts. Kathryn pointed to one of the carts that was already loaded with her golf bag, and the two of us scampered to it.

"Have you ever driven one of these?" Kathryn asked.

"Totally. You just have to show me where the button is to shoot the golf balls out. That's how this works, right?"

Kathryn laughed as she jumped in, excitedly drumming on the roof of the cart as I got in and switched it on. We zoomed, in as much as one can zoom in a golf cart, to the first tee, and I stopped the cart before we both climbed out.

"So do you have one driver, or do you have several to pick from?" I asked Kathryn as we rounded the back to her bag.

"I thought you said you never golfed before," Kathryn said, giving me a teasing smile.

"I haven't, but I still *know* about golf. You know, Happy Gilmore, Mario Golf, that episode of the Simpsons with Lee Carvallo's putting challenge," I trailed off.

"Caddyshack?" Kathryn asked as she pulled her driver from the bag.

"No thanks, I'm not hungry."

Kathryn let out that wonderful laugh she had, putting her ungloved hand on my chest and leaning into me. After looking up at me and smiling again, she quickly checked over her shoulder. I went to look, too, and saw that she was looking back towards the clubhouse. When she looked back, it was to quickly give me the tiniest peck on the lips, and then she quickly skipped away up to the tee marker.

I watched with great admiration of her craft as she bent over to put the tee and ball in place, then lined up her stance with a sharp eye staring into the distance. I was of course staring at those legs the entire time, and then thinking about what it would look like if I flipped that skirt up while she was bent down in that 'ready to swing' pose. My thoughts were interrupted by the sharp clack of Kathryn's drive sending the ball waaaaay way out there, which she tracked and nodded excitedly as she pointed out where it landed.

"Even I can tell that's a good shot," I said as she returned to the cart.

"Oh it was," Kathryn said with a self-assured nod.

She put her driver away, and then climbed in next to me. As I started heading towards her ball, she leaned in closer, simply bopping her shoulder against mine. I glanced over at her while the cart zipped down the pristine green of the fairway towards her ball. The first hole was a Par 5, so we weren't quite to the hole, but Kathryn's ball had still traveled quite a ways. So when we stopped, we were quite out of sight from the clubhouse. That was when Kathryn turned to me again, this time with her entire body.

I watched that skirt ride up slightly as she tucked one leg under herself to point herself at me. But that glance was short lived as she turned her head and grabbed me by the opening of my shirt. She pressed her light pink lips to mine again, but this time one kiss led to several more, and Kathryn quietly but hungrily moaning as she got into it. My hand went to her knee, then slid up her thigh, as Kathryn's hand tightened its grip on the open space where I had stopped buttoning my shirt. When she pulled away, it was with a look of frustrated reluctance, which then turned into a giggle and a smile as she realized what she was doing.

"Thanks for coming," she said.

Kathryn kept her eyes on me as she climbed out, smiling even as she walked to the back of the cart to grab her next club. I watched her take her next shot, sending the ball almost all the way to the green, and then gave a faux round of applause as she all but skipped back. This time, she turned to kiss me before we could even leave. Another brief makeout, then another shot, another kiss, a long putt, and a short putt that sent the ball into the hole. When she returned this time, there was another makeout, but even when we stopped kissing and I started driving again, Kathryn didn't fully stop.

"You are..." I started to say and then stopped as Kathryn tilted her head to kiss my neck.

"Hmm?" Kathryn asked, kissing her way up to my ear and then softly breathing into it.

"Are you always like this when you golf?" I asked.

"I don't know, I'm just kinda..." Kathryn trailed off as her hand went up my leg. Her fingers found the bulge in my pants, and she started to grope it with her palm, only letting her fingers grip it when it started to get hard.

"Mmm," Kathryn bit her lip as she looked down at it, and then ran her fingers along it some more.

I was starting to get hard, to the point that the outline of my cock was fully visible through my pants. Kathryn curved her hand in deeper to get a tighter grip on it, and then squeezed it as she ran her other hand down her own leg. I could see what was going on in her mind. That lovely sense of distraction when you were doing something else with someone but then you realize what you *could* be doing, and then suddenly the first thing doesn't exist anymore. Exactly what happened the first time Anya and I got together (story for another day).

"Errr, you're right. I should focus," Kathryn said as the cart came to a stop.

"I didn't say that," I shook my head quickly.

Kathryn smirked as she climbed out again and set up for her next shot. I looked around as she did. Like all golf courses, once you got away from the club house, you were basically all alone. But in addition to that, I could tell from where we were that we were basically isolated. The golf course had plenty of tiny thickets of trees that shaped each hole, but it also had hills that cut off views from certain angles. And even better, there were no light poles anywhere, which meant no cameras watching them. That was when my mind started to race as I turned to watch Kathryn's little wiggle as she set herself up to swing once again. The sight of it had my cock staying in the semi-hard state that Kathryn had initially put it in.

We went through two more holes, with Kathryn shooting one of them on par and the other with a birdie (one under par). The birdie was when she got excited again, jumping in place after sinking the putt and gleefully skipping back to me.

"Did. You. See. That?" Kathryn asked in triumph.

"Sure did, very nice."

Another kiss from Kathryn turned into another brief makeout. This time it was me that turned and leaned into her further, getting closer to that petite, athletic body. As we kissed, my hand started to tease up her knee and onto her thigh. With a subtle move that barely seemed like I was moving at all, I started to curve my fingers inward. Touching her thigh turned into touching her inner thigh, and then slowly sending my fingers underneath her skirt. Kathryn drew in several deeper breaths, savoring the sensation. Then my fingers shifted, going further in until I felt Kathryn's panties.

"Ohh fu-" Kathryn bit her lip, shifting upward in her seat as if to hide her reaction.

I rubbed her pussy through the thin material, appreciating how I could feel the exact shape of it, as well as how warm and inviting it was. Kathryn's eyes glazed over for a moment as she breathed outward, until her body gave a reactive lurch forward, and she let out a tiny gasp.

"Let's keep going," Kathryn said, grinning and biting her lip. "I think this is helping my momentum."

"You think you getting turned on is what got you that birdie?" I asked, pulling my fingers back but keeping them under her skirt.

"Yeah. And I bet I can do it again."

"Oh we're betting now?" I flashed her a mischievous smirk of my own.

"This is golf, of course you bet."

"Alright, I'll bet you that you can't get a birdie on the next hole as well."

"What do I get if I win?" Kathryn asked, that gleeful grin almost too much for me.

"I'll jog to the next hole behind the cart."

Kathryn giggled, "And what if I lose?"

My eyes shifted down to Kathryn's skirt, where my hand moved up again. I let my finger slide to the edge, hooking underneath her panties and giving them the tiniest tug. Just enough for her to get the idea in her mind of what it would be like.

"If you lose, then you take these off for the rest of the game."

Kathryn bit her lip in thought, but only long enough for me to pull my finger away and let her panties shift back into place.

"That's a bet."

We hastily went to the next hole. While Kathryn readjusted her gloves, I looked all around. We were seemingly in no danger of anyone seeing us at this point. There were no carts coming behind us, and the only other one I could see was several holes ahead, and the only way I saw them was as a tiny dot in the distance. Kathryn grabbed her driver and set up to tee off, again sending the ball sailing with that satisfying *WHACK* that came when you hit it just right.

"You wanna start stretching now, or...?" Kathryn teased as she made her way back.

I said nothing as we cruised along down the fairway to her ball. This hole was a par 5, but Kathryn's drive had already put her well within chipping range of the green. She must've known that as well, judging by the smug expression she gave as she got out. Another precise hit arced the ball upward, only for it to bounce back onto the green with an awkward landing, sending it rolling over the edge of the green and back into the grass.

When she turned back, I nonchalantly tapped the wheel of the cart, pretending I wasn't paying attention.

"No problem," Kathryn said as she went back to her ball.

With the lightest swing, Kathryn arced the ball again, sending it back onto the green. But the uneven terrain made the ball veer far to the left, rolling past the hole and then continuing until there was a not inconsequential gap. Kathryn's face remained blank the entire time she returned to the cart, where I handed her her putter. My face was anything but blank, as I raised my eyebrows to taunt her about the importance of the shot.

"Shut up," Kathryn said, flashing some fake anger at me.

I held up my hands defensively as she went back to the green. Remaining in my seat, I watched as Kathryn eyed the ball, then went down to one knee to get a closer look at the angle. But as she arose, I got the slightest peek up her skirt. My mind raced with the possibility of the peaks revealing something completely different, and I shifted in my seat at the thought. Kathryn got into her putting stance, eyed back and forth between the ball and the hole, then gave it a decent tap.

The ball rolled slowly towards the hole, and we both froze. Closer. Closer. Seemingly straight enough. Closer. Slowing. Feet from the hole. Closer. Slowing.

And then it stopped. Maybe 3 inches from the hole.

"GAH!" Kathryn yelled out, looking back at me with her eyes wide. Some frustration there, but I could tell the underlying expression she had on was based in excitement for what was going to happen next.

She walked up to the ball and tapped it in, then reached down to fish it out. When she looked up at me, I was holding up my hand with all five fingers extended.

"Par," was all I said.

Kathryn looked at me with a straight-faced stare, then rolled her eyes as she spun her putter between her fingers. She first dropped it onto the green, and then stared at me. You can't park a cart on the green, so there was a good 30 feet between us. Nevertheless, it felt like we were eye to eye as we stayed locked onto each other and Kathryn's hands started to move. She slid them up the sides of her thighs, disturbing only the sides of her skirt as she hooked her thumbs underneath it. I saw nothing at first, as the front of it stayed hanging down.

But then, as Kathryn began to wiggle her hips slightly, I saw it. The white fabric began to be teased down her amazing legs with an almost agonizing slowness. Kathryn lightly pulled them until they were around her knees, then pushed them so they fell down. Carefully, she stepped out of them one foot at a time, and then bent over to pluck them from the green along with her ball and putter. Her walk back to the cart was the same as it had been, but there was a certain look in Kathryn's eye that wasn't there before.

She didn't say a word as she returned her putter to her bag, and then rejoined me in the cart. All she did was drape her panties over the steering wheel. I let out a sharp breath as I looked at them, and then slowly scanned my eyes over Kathryn's legs to her skirt, which I was definitely looking at differently.

"Ok, you won. But don't get any ideas. There are lots of holes to go," Kathryn said cheekily.

"Yeah there are," I batted my eyebrows as I looked down at her skirt, and Kathryn laughed.

"Shut up," Kathryn said, smiling.

"Can I just..." I raised my hand and brought it to her leg, starting to slide it up her thigh again.

Kathryn quickly cleared her throat and crossed one leg over the other, effectively trapping my hand from moving any higher.

"Nope," Kathryn shook her head, smirking.

"Fair enough."

I started driving again, taking us to the next tee. Kathryn set up by fully bending over, but her skirt was just long enough to hide her ass and keep me from getting a peek at her pussy. As she bent into her stance, I noticed her buckle her knees up and down a bit more. Then, after she struck the ball and sent it into next week, she held her pose a bit longer. Then she turned herself back to the way she began, and then did another motion of her swing. When she turned back to me, she had a look on her face, as if she had realized something.

"Something wrong?" I asked as she returned.

"No, it's just...a different feeling."

"Interesting," I said with a smirk of my own.

As we cruised forward to get to Kathryn's ball, she didn't cross her legs again, but I also didn't make a move. However, she did. One hand was on the wheel, but my other was just sitting there. After a moment, Kathryn took it in her own hands, and then set it on her leg. I shot her a quick glance, and she was staring back at me. I didn't move at first, but then Kathryn began to pull my hand upward, sliding it up her own thigh. I continued, touching down her inner thigh and then moving higher underneath her skirt.

"Just touch me a little..." Kathryn said, closing her eyes as she slouched deeper into the seat.

My fingers continued to trail upward while I slowed the cart down to practically a crawl. Kathryn kept her eyes closed, breathing through slightly parted lips. I raised my hand higher, and then I felt it. The hot, already slightly wet lips of Kathryn's pussy. She gasped a little as I touched it, my fingers barely coming into contact. I pressed a little harder, and she raised her head at the same time her hand flew up to grip the bar supporting the golf cart's canopy. My fingers rubbed just a little, enough to gently part her lips and rub the opening, but not slip into it.

"Ahhh-hh-hh..." Kathryn shuddered slightly as she sat up straight again.

Her eyes immediately locked onto her ball as we approached, and she grabbed my arm by the wrist, moving my hand again. As we stopped, she raised my hand up, and then locked her lips around the tip of my two fingers. The ones whose tips were wet from her pussy. Even as she pulled her mouth away, her tongue lingered behind, only leaving my fingers as she began to climb out of the cart once again.