Putt Naked

I know I haven’t written a heat story in awhile, but I figured I’d share this with you. Enjoy!

“So, what’s with this golf mat?” I ask Josh as I walk into the living room to find my tall, handsome husband lining up a putt.

“Well, I think since winter is on it’s way we should have something fun to do indoors,” he says.

“Cool,” I sit down on our chaise lounge and take his baseball cap he’d placed on the head of it and perch it atop my short wavy blonde hair. “Let’s play HORSE.”

“With putting?” Josh laughs.

“Yes,” I reply with a giggle. “The kids are in bed and I’d love to try putting with you for a change.”

“You and I both know I’m much better at this than you are. We need to make it more fair. How about whatever you shoot, I have to shoot double?” Josh asks.

I roll my eyes. “You have so little confidence in my putting skills… you know, I am the daughter of a golfer and he taught me a thing or two?” I retort, but I’m all in for this game. I’m going to totally win and show him up so I can wipe that smug expression from his face.

Being a gentleman, Josh lets me start us off. I take the putter from him and walk over to the putting mat, place my ball and get ready for the shot. Swish, tap. I get the first one in the hole. I get the second one in the hole, and then a third. Finally I miss. Darn it. That wasn’t very good. I’m glad the rule is he has to shoot double what I do.

“Six for me to beat you, huh?” Josh grins. “Piece of cake.”

He shoots twelve and then steps away from the mat and hands me the putter. “Your turn.”

I bend to place the balls on the mat and I catch him looking down my shirt. “Like what you see?” I ask and stick out my tongue.

“Hey, you know what would make this really fun? Instead of playing HORSE we should strip for every time we’re beat,” Josh challenges, a devilish expression lighting up his face.

Oh, sure, now that I have to shoot six in a row… I think dryly, but the idea sounds kind of fun too… fun if I can get him to at least take off his shirt. “Works for me.”

“I’m going to have you so naked,” Josh states without any lack of confidence.

I line up my putt and get four in before missing.

Josh saunters up to me. “Shirt comes off first, baby.”

“I know…” I mumble and slip my sweatshirt over my head.

“Okay, now I’m going to set up the shot,” Josh says. He makes twelve again, and again I miss after five… oh gosh… I was so close.

“Now the pants,” Josh remarks smartly.

As he walks up to make his putt he slaps my red panty clad butt. I roll my eyes. He makes sixteen in a row this time. I’m losing pathetically. I’m determined though. I may only be wearing my intimates, but I can’t let him beat me this bad…

I surprise myself by shooting 17. Josh’s jaw is practically to the floor. “Wow, I’m impressed,” he says and I beam with triumph.

Josh makes it to 31… I have to say, it’s a pretty impressive number to make putting in a row, but it doesn’t cut it based on our rules.

“Come on, baby, I believe someone has to take off their shirt!” I laugh wickedly and tug on the bottom of his shirt. He pulls it over his head and then yanks me against his chest, sending my breath from me and my heart fluttering. Oh my… Josh… you make me so crazy and horny…

“I’ve just lost a shirt,” he growls. “Look whose standing here in her underwear with her big titties popping up all over the place?”

I purr. “Don’t be so confident. This is the last you’re going to take from me!”

Of course… I’m proven wrong in the next putt. I begrudgingly remove my bra.

Josh sits on our chaise lounge without his shirt, casually watching as I walk up to make my putt. Both of us are getting a little more distracted from the game. I make twelve however and before I give him the putter I take the shaft of it and hold it between my breasts, stroking the cold metal up and down a couple of times. Yes, I know what I’m doing and I totally think it’s legal to throw him off his game like this.

“Give me that, you dirty girl!” He removes the putter and t