When we were finally finished with all 18 holes,
Patty excused herself to go to the restroom and
while she was gone I asked PJ if he would approve
of me asking Patty out on a date. "Absolutely," he
replied, smiling broadly at me, "I'm sure she'll
jump at the chance."
When Patty returned, PJ winked at me and excused
himself to go into the Pro Shop for a few minutes.
When he left, I looked over at Patty and asked her
if she wanted to go into the lounge for a cold drink
while we waited for her father. So, after getting our
drinks and finding a place to sit, I took off my
glasses and posed the question to her.
"Patty," I began, "do you think you might like to go
to dinner with me some evening? You know,
something low key -- maybe we can get to know
each other a little better?"
"Oh, sure," she said excitedly, "I'd love that!"
Then without missing a beat, she added, "How
about tonight? Are you free?"
"Yes," I answered, "totally free! Uh, about what
time?"
"Well I was going to do a little shopping today," she
replied, "but, maybe we can get cleaned up and if
you don't mind me dragging you around the mall,
we can spend the day together and then find some
place to eat while we're out."
"That's perfect," I said, "You think we better clear
this with your Dad?"
"Daddy already told me he liked you, Paul, and
that's saying something because Daddy's always
been one of those over protective fathers who've
looked down his nose at most of my friends.
Believe me," she continued, "he'll be elated."
"And your Mother?" I asked.
Patty shook her head as I asked, then told me her
mother was long gone, taking a substantial fortune
from PJ and as far as Patty was concerned, it was
good riddance to her. I sensed there was no love
lost between her and her mother, but I didn't feel
it was my place to pursue it.
Just then, PJ peeked into the lounge and called to
me. "Paul, you gotta see this putter they have in
here. I think I just found a way to take some
strokes off my game!"
Patty smiled and waved me away, saying "Go on
and see the silly thing. I'll write down my address
and phone number for you while you guys salivate
over that putter."
When we'd had our fill of the new putters in the
Pro Shop, we found Patty sitting on a bench next to
our carts. Upon seeing us, she stood up and
handed me a slip of paper with her address and
phone number. As we got in the carts to take our
bags out to our cars, PJ took off ahead of us,
leaving Patty and I still sitting there.
"Did you say anything to Daddy about us going
out?" She asked.
"Nope," I answered, "I couldn't get him away from
the putters!" Patty laughed and told me she'd fill
him in on the way home.
As PJ followed the cart path and made the turn
around the clubhouse and then out of sight, Patty
leaned over and lightly kissed me. "I haven't
thanked you well enough yet for letting me have
your seat on the airplane." She said.
"Hmm," I mused, "we'll have to work on that, won't
we? I have a few ideas how you can thank me."
"I bet you do." Patty replied as we took off down
the cart path toward the parking lot. I pointed out
which car was mine and she pulled up to the trunk.
Stepping out to snag my bag off the back of the
cart, I popped the trunk and laid my bag inside
and shut the lid. "Oh," I asked, "what time do you
want me to pick you up?"
"Well, I need a little while to shower and change.
Gotta wash my hair after being out here all
morning," she said, "but whenever you like is fine."
I looked at my watch and then back at her. "Is an
hour and a half from now too soon?" I asked,
jokingly.
"I'll be ready in an hour and fifteen!" Patty shouted
as she sped away, waving.
On the drive home, I couldn't get Patty out of my
mind. Not only did she have the most wonderful
little boobs, but she seemed to enjoy showing her
panties off, too. She was enticingly sexy, clever and
probably the most alluring female I had ever met.
And, you know what? I liked her. Not just the
boobs and the panties, I think I really liked her --
Patty, the woman.
Upon arriving home, I was in a rush to unload my
clubs and get in the shower. Moving way too fast to
get inside the house from the garage, I didn't set
my golf bag down squarely and it fell over.
"Damn!" I huffed at myself. "I hate it when that
happens!"
But, turning around to see them lying on the floor
of the garage, I noticed a golf glove tucked into one
of the pockets where I usually keep my water balls.
Now, I'm very particular about what kind of glove I
use, and I knew that glove wasn't mine.
Momentary panic set in thinking maybe I'd picked
up someone else's golf bag, but no - a quick check
told me it was my bag.
Pulling the unknown glove out of the ball pocket, I
noticed it felt stiff. Looking down inside it, I could
see something shoved down into the glove.
Sticking my fingers in to pull whatever it was out,
my jaw immediately dropped to the floor when I
pulled it from the glove. It was Patty's hot pink
panties! She'd folded them up into a tight package,
stuffed them down into her golf glove and secretly
put her glove into my bag. Damn!
Unfolding her delicate panties, I held them up to
get a good look. I was amazed to see how small
they were. I mean they were full cut panties, but
her waist must be awful small to be able to wear
these!
It was beyond the furthest reaches of my
imagination to think I would ever get my hands on
a pair of Patty's panties. I felt incredibly fortunate
just to have been able to see them so many times
while we were out golfing -- but now I was holding
them in my hands! It was a good thing the garage
door was closed because as soon as I'd had a good
look at them, I held them up to my face and took
in a long, deep sniff.
"OH HOLY SHIT!" I moaned. Her feminine smell
was not only permeating the whole garment, but,
the smell itself was nothing short of utopia.
Looking inside, I could easily make out the whitish-
clear fluids that leaked out of her vagina. Her
pussy juice glistened at me under the lights in the
garage and then by feeling the gusset directly, I
confirmed that it was wet with her feminine juice.
Not caring about anything else at this point, the
only thing on my mind was dragging out my
hardened cock and beating my meat while I
touched and sniffed her panties. Yes, this is
another one of my little fetishes none of my
previous girlfriends could understand or deal with.
And while some of them allowed me some latitude
with their underpants, none of them truly
understood my deep desire to see and touch
female underwear. Apparently, though, Patty must
have understood by the way I reacted when I saw
her panties out on the golf course, and she'd given
them to me as a souvenir of our little adventure.
I was torn between wrapping the silky panties
around my cock and tugging on my pole, and just
holding them to my nose and inhaling her
bouquet. In the end, I simply dropped my golf
slacks to the garage floor, hauled my cock out of
my underwear and held the gusset of her panties
up against my nose and started to stroke myself.
Patty's panties were perfect for use during
masturbation. Every breath I inhaled drove her
feminine scent deeper and deeper into my being.
Sensing there was at least one spot on the crotch
panel that felt slippery, I decided to save that until
later when I had more time to explore her panties
more thoroughly. Right now, though, I needed
some release and I needed it quickly. Seeing her
breasts and her panties all morning had taken its
toll on my self-control and all I wanted to do was
cum.
Closing my eyes, I leaned back and began to stroke
my tool at a nice even pace. Holding her panties to
my nose, I visualized her sitting in the golf cart
with her legs spread like she did, letting me look at
her. And then, my mind shifted to the times I'd
seen her breasts -- not only this morning, but at
the airport, too. I was just starting to envision her
standing in front of me topless, dressed only in her
underpants when my cock erupted and shot a thick
stream of cum all over my car, leaving a long arc
of cum dripping down the black lacquer finish on
the passenger side door.
In the past, I'd have to literally beg my girlfriends
to get panties like this -- I'd have to work on them
for days -- maybe even weeks to get panties that
were this perfect. Patty's panties soared right to
the top of the quality scale, scoring a '10' in my
book.
What was curious about Patty's panties came down
to this: Why would she give them to me this early
in our relationship? And come to think of it -- I'd
really only been around her maybe a total of five
hours and I'd already seen her bare breasts and
she let me look at her panties, too. Somehow, I
couldn't see Patty as someone that did this with
everyone she met, so why me? Maybe she just felt
sorry for me and thought I needed some good jerk
off stimulus. Maybe she was just doing all this as a
way to say 'Thank You' for letting her have my seat
on the airplane last week. Or maybe.... she felt a
spark between us, too.
After my shower, I arrived at the address Patty
gave me in exactly one hour and fifteen minutes to
the second. I was met by a hefty iron gate about 30
feet into the driveway. Pulling up to the gate, I
slowed, rolled down my window and then started
to get out of the car to look for the call button. But
before I could get out, Patty's voice emanated
from the ivy covered wall saying, "What took you
so long?"
Surprised, and unable to tell where the voice was
coming from, I just sat there for a moment. A
second later, the gate opened and I heard her say,
"Just follow the drive to the house, Paul. I'll see
you in just a minute."
To call the house and grounds 'stately' would be a
misnomer. Rather, one would use the term
'unbelievable'. The lawn was immaculately kept
and the short drive to the house was serene. When
I pulled into the circle drive in front of the house,
Patty was outside waiting for me.
Opening the car door for me as I shut the engine
off, she reached her hand in as if she was going to
help me out of the car. So, I reached out and took
her hand, but once I was out, she didn't let go.
Instead, she pulled me up the walk and into the
house, where we found her father, PJ, in the huge
kitchen, still in his golf clothes but wearing an
apron and stirring a large pan on top of the stove.
I stared at him for a moment until he looked up at
me. "I love to cook," he said, "always have. Gives
me time to think."
"Don't you like Daddy's apron?" Patty asked. "It
was his Christmas present last year."
Honestly, I'm not sure many men would be
comfortable wearing an apron like that. It was
white, and that's fine for cooking - but this one had
ruffles across the bottom, on the vest and
shoulder straps, too. It was obviously a woman's
apron.
"Well?" Patty asked, nudging me with her elbow for
an answer. "Don't you think it's cute?"
"Sir," I started, "I've never been one to comment
on another man's apron, but, it's the mark of a
real man who can feel comfortable wearing
ruffles."
PJ let out with a belly laugh that made both Patty
and I laugh along with him.
"My boy," PJ replied, "there was no way you could
have answered that question any safer than that. I
applaud your quick thinking and please, let's drop
the 'Sir' stuff. Okay?"
"Okay, Sir.... uh, I mean PJ. And on the level, the
apron looks quite fetching." I answered,
intentionally using the same word he'd used this
morning to describe his lovely daughter to me.
He smiled and winked at me as he walked over to
Patty. Leaning over to her, he wagged his thumb at
me and said, just loud enough for me to hear, "I'm
liking this guy more and more, Baby Girl."
Both he and Patty looked at me and it caused an
uncomfortable moment between us, but, Patty
took care of it in short order by yanking my arm
and saying, "Come on, Paul, there's stores out
there calling my name!"
As we turned to leave, I told her father I would
have Patty home at a decent time. "No problem,
Paul. But, I appreciate you being considerate
enough to put my mind at ease. She's my only
child, you know," he called out to me as Patty
pulled me through the front door, "....even though
she thinks she's a big girl now...." His voice trailed
off as she pulled the door closed behind her.
As we approached my car, I cringed to myself
seeing the dried cum caked on the passenger side
door. Against the flawless shine of the black paint,
it stuck out like a sore thumb. "Crap!" I thought. "I
should have wiped that off."
"Looks like something's all over your door, Paul."
Patty pointed out to me. Then, as I moved to open
the door for her she reached down as if she was
going to touch the dried cum with her finger. I
pulled her arm back quickly before she was able to
touch it, saying, "You might not want to touch
that."
"What is it?" Patty asked.
"Long story." I answered. "But, hop in and let's go
find those stores calling your name."
I held the door for Patty as she daintily sat down
into the seat in a most lady like fashion. Since we
were right in front of her house, I was confident
her Dad was probably watching us through the
windows. I expected her to turn and pull her legs
in, but, as I started to close the door, her knees
opened and I caught a glimpse of white between
her legs and under her rather short jean skirt. She
held her knees open for only a brief second, and
then pulled her legs into the car and I shut the
door. Hopefully, her Dad didn't see anything.
Quickly saying a short prayer hoping I might get to
see those panties up close, my cock started to turn
hard. By the time I walked around to driver's door,
it had developed into a noticeable bulge in the
front of my pants. Trying to be somewhat
clandestine about it, I adjusted my hardness to a
more comfortable position and then opened the
door and sat down.
Patty looked at me and burst out laughing. I knew
right away she must have seen me adjusting my
cock inside my pants and I was more than a little
embarrassed knowing she'd seen me with an
erection already since I'd only been there five
minutes.
"Hey, don't worry about it," she said, giggling, "I'm
taking it as a compliment."
Patty directed me out to the gate and once we
were on the road, I opened the arm rest and
pulled out her golf glove. She blushed sweetly as I
held it out to her saying, "Some how this ended up
in my golf bag. I though you might want it back."
Without even acknowledging the fact that I'd taken
her panties out and kept them, she acted with
mock surprise and said, "Oh, thanks. I was looking
for that."
Then, I turned to her and said, "And I want to
thank you for the nice present you left me, too. It
was a very thoughtful thing to do and I will
treasure them forever."
I could see she was really blushing now. Her
cheeks and her neck were turning dark red.
"But," I added, "I think you're gonna have to wash
my car for me, Patty."
"Wash your car?" She asked questioningly.
"Absolutely." I answered as serious as I could.
"You're indirectly responsible for that mess you
saw all over the side of my car." I was trying really
hard to keep a straight face.
"Me?" She replied, still confused.
"Oh, yes." I said, with a little sternness to my voice.
Then I added, "The car was fine until I found your
present when I was putting my clubs away in the
garage. Then all of a sudden, something
uncontrollable came over me and then next thing I
knew this big mess of white stuff got sprayed all
over my car door."
"What?" She said. "I'm not following you at all,
Paul."
I started to laugh. After a second I told her I was
just kidding with her, and not to worry about it.
Then, just as if a light bulb went on in her head,
she figured it out.
"Oh!" Patty exclaimed. "You mean you, uh.... you
found my panties and, uh...." She was making a
back and forth motion with her fist when I glanced
over at her.
"Yep." I laughed. "After I parked the car in the
garage, I found your panties and got so excited, I
just had to."
"You mean to tell me you masturbated in your
garage with my panties?" She was practically in
hysterics -- bouncing up and down in the car seat.
"You've got to be kidding me!"
"I kid you not." I answered with a smile on my
face.
She was laughing so hard I thought she was going
to wet herself. "You could have waited until you
got inside, you know. That would have at least
saved your car." She said as she laughed.
"You didn't give me much choice. There was a real
sense of urgency I tell you!" I replied. "So you see,
you DO owe me a car wash now."
"Yeah," she giggled, "I guess I do. I'm just sorry I
missed it. I would have loved to have seen that."
"Well," I continued, thinking quickly, "if you're
around when I get another present like that, you
better make sure you stand back. I can't be held
responsible for what might happen."
She turned in her seat and looked right at me with
her eyes wide and her jaw flapping open. "Are you
serious? You'd do that and, uh.... let me watch?"
She asked.
"If I get another present like that, I'm going to have
to do something to let off some pressure, that's for
sure." I said. "I guess you'll just have to take your
chances."
"Oh, that's a chance I'll gladly take," she replied
and then added, "but, you know, if you're going to
keep my panties, don't you think its fair you
should buy me some replacements?" She asked.
"After all, those panties were expensive and I dare
to think what will happen if Daddy finds out some
of my panties are missing."
She was smiling broadly now, and I could see we
were going to have a good time with all this panty
talk. I suggested that as long as we were going to
the mall, we might as well take advantage of the
situation and let me buy her some replacement
panties today.
"Okay." She agreed. "That sounds fair."
As we pulled into the mall parking lot, I asked, "For
future reference, though, does your Dad really
keep track of your panties? Or, am I already totally
busted?"
Patty burst out laughing again saying, "Well, it'll
probably be okay as long as you don't end up
keeping more than, oh..... let's say ten or fifteen
pairs."
I looked at her in surprise. "You must have a hell
of a lot of panties." I replied.
"Oh, you'd be surprised." Patty said, then she
added, "but, you're still going to have the replace
the ones I gave you."
"No problem, I'll buy you as many as you want." I
answered. "Maybe even a hundred pairs..... that is,
as long as I get to help you shop and pick them
out."
Having parked the car in the mall parking lot, I was
about to get out and open the door for her, but
Patty put her hand on top of mine and said "Hold
on a minute."
She glanced around at the cars around us, and
then turned back to me and twisted in the seat so
she could lean back against the car door. Pulling
her left knee up, she propped her left foot up on
the car seat and pulled her skirt up above her
waist.
"Oh, my God, Patty." I sighed.
Glancing out the window again to make sure no
one was walking toward us, her right hand
dropped between her legs and she started to trace
a line up an down her pussy on the outside of her
tight, white panties.
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