Just as I got on the main road, a text tone filled up the car, interrupting my thoughts and the song that had just started on Sirius radio. I stabbed the button and played the message aloud.
“Hey there,” said the flat, automatic voice. “Sorry I was hiding–I’ve been upstairs eating THC chocolates all fucking day and I’m going crazy. Can you meet me at the Long Ridge Country Club? I told HIM I have a date to play paddle.”
I had mixed feelings. The awkwardness of meeting Lindsey’s husband face-to-face still lingered, and I was kind of tired of the whole dynamic. On the plus side, Lindsey was clearly stoned off her ass and needing distraction. With a sigh for my own weakness, I punched the “speech-to-text” option on the dash and agreed.
Ten minutes later, Lindsey and I had walked past the empty paddle tennis courts. Our cars were parked far apart in the country club parking lot, and she had self-consciously threaded her arm through mine as we walked along in our winter coats. The cart paths on the golf course were scraped clean, so we ambled down the closest one just to have something to do. She was definitely stoned and we set off wordlessly together.
“I’m so sorry about him,” she said after we’d walked for a minute in silence.
“Lindsey–you don’t need to apologize,” I reassured her.
“No…I know. I’m just sorry you had to deal with him. I’m used to it, but more and more that fucking loud voice drives me nuts. I had to put up with it all weekend.”
“Yeah…that would get old,” I said sympathetically.
She went on for a little bit about how little he was around, and how hard it was to put up with his jocularity. I didn’t want to get into a big talk about her marriage. I know I was being a hypocrite–after all, I was sleeping with the guy’s wife. I just didn’t want to think about him anymore or talk about him. Fortunately, the loop of path we were on didn’t go down to the course itself–it curled back to the cart return right by the paddle tennis courts. After a few short minutes, we were right where we had started.
“Did I mention I’m the president of the paddle tennis club?” Lindsey said with a smile as we rounded the corner of the courts.
“No…we might have skipped that part of your life!” I responded, glad for a change of subject.
“It’s a fascinating sport,” she said with exaggerated enthusiasm. “It’s great exercise, and the people are great, and so much of the equipment is kept right here on the premises!”
With a wide-eyed look of innocence, she stopped at a green-painted door on the side of a shed next to the fenced-in courts. Keys jingled, wood scraped, and suddenly, she ducked inside and beckoned me to follow.
It looked like an equipment shed, alright. Being a wealthy country club, it was better lit and warmer than I expected, but otherwise normal. There were shelves with rolled-up nets, sleeves of new balls, paddles on hooks, storage bins full of god-knows-what, and a half-naked woman pulling her boots off…
“Come on!” Lindsey said with a smile as she hopped to tug at her remaining boot. “I’ve been thinking about you for a goddamn hour and I’m really high!”
Her jacket was thrown aside and her turtleneck was gone. Her breasts bounced almost comically as she completed the boot removal, and I stood totally still grinning at the sight before me and laughing softly. When the boot thumped to the floor, Lindsey wasted no further time. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her colorful leggings and whisked them down to the plank floor. Then she stood up and put her hands on her hips, her legs shoulder-width apart and a mock-furious look on her face.
“What do I have to do to get laid around here?” she demanded.
As much as I wanted to jump her right then and there, I needed to clear something up. I stalled for time by throwing my coat aside as brusquely as she had done with hers, then stepped up close in front of her.
“You mean you didn’t get any this weekend?” I asked with a leer.
“Like I’d let that fucker touch me!” she snorted.
I was relieved to hear that. No guy wants to go second.
“So now you’re dragging strange men into the shed and demanding sex?” I asked archly.
“Yup. But not strange men. Only guys I like who have also fucked my daughter.”
“I’m guessing that’s a pretty small list,” I responded without losing my leer.
“Fucking right it is!” she laughed. “And it’s one MORE reason I’m so horny. We’ll talk about THAT some other time. Right now, I’m stoned and I’m horny and I need some distraction and some satisfaction and you’re wasting time!”
“God protect me from stoned, horny women!” I begged, rolling my eyes to the ceiling.
I couldn’t stop from grinning, though, as I said that and my fingers were already fumbling with my zipper. Lindsey kicked her clothes into a pile in front of me and dropped to her knees to assist. With practiced ease, she fished my thickening cock out of the double obstacle of my pants and boxers and wrapped her thumb underneath it.
“Oh, no…that won’t do at ALL!” she pouted.
I saw a trace of a smile before she lunged forward and took me entirely into her mouth. The suction was immediate and furious and she squeezed me tightly with her thumb and forefinger. Her other hand, meanwhile, was busy with her pussy. I stroked her hair and her shoulders and savored the feeling of my cock swelling in her mouth, loving the power dynamic of being fully clothed while she knelt naked in front of me. Every man’s slave-girl fantasy, I laughed to myself.
After just a minute of her avid sucking, my cock was fully erect and bumping the back of her throat. Lindsey was really worked up–her head twisted and her tongue lapped the base of my shaft as she drooled all over me. With a guttural moan, she popped her mouth off and looked up at me, her hand now stroking me firmly.
“Well, mister student molester, are you ready to fuck?” she asked lasciviously.
Her face was flushed, her eyes were a bit glassy, and she looked sexy as hell. But for once, her veering sense of humor flicked a nerve and I felt irritation swell. Who was she to call me out for having sex with a student when she was the one who pushed it? I’m sure it was my guilty conscience hiding behind anger, but I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to her feet.
“Goddamn right!” I growled, trying to make it sound playful.
Spotting a storage bin that looked sturdy, I walked her backward to it and lifted her up by the waist. She squealed when her ass hit the cold plastic, but her legs flew open and her pussy glistened obscenely as her arms reached out to pull me in. I took a second to throw open my belt and push my pants and underwear down to mid-thigh before I stepped forward. I had judged the height correctly and with only a slight adjustment, my cock found her opening at the same time my lips descended on hers. I buried myself inside her with one hard push and her arms wrapped around my back tightly.
“God, yes!” she groaned as I bottomed out inside her.
She clung to me like a limpet as I vented my residual frustration at the whole situation, pumping her mercilessly. Her tongue was diving into my mouth and then pulling back so that she could bite my lip, her entire body writhing with pleasure as I drove into her.