Turtle Bay Golf Ch. 01

I had to laugh at that, making fun out of an awkward situation. I wondered if I would have the grace under pressure that they did.

I played along, "Hey big boys, have you seen Mike and Jimmy? I don't know if you two giants have seen them?"

They both laughed at that. The only awkward part at all was that Mike was getting hard right while he was standing there, almost as if his dick had a mind of its own, either that the sudden exposure to the air or that a woman was a few feet away looking at it. Jimmy was not hard, but he was certainly bigger than he was last time. I thought this situation must simply be exciting.

"Guys, any girl who had won this bet would be really, really content – good sports and nice looking too. Bravo!"

We only had the two holes to go, but we had a little wait at the 17th tee. This is the signature hole of the golf course, right next to the ocean. The whole situation was just fantastic, the weather, the scenery, the company had been great. Everyone finished their beers and I think no one was feeling any pain.

Mike said, "Beth, there are no more par 3's left and we want one more chance. How about this hole too, but instead of the closest to pin, just whoever wins."

I had been kicking their butts all day, so it didn't seem that risky and a part of me was excited anyway. I agreed to their plan. The beer cart came around one last time and they got one more for each of us.

As we were getting ready to play, they had one more little caveat. Because I had been beating them all day, they wanted to be able to play "best ball". That means they both hit off the tee, but pick the best shot and the other picks up and plays from that point too. So I would be up against two people, and the other advantage they had was getting to pickup bad shots.

Mike looks at me and says to Jimmy, "I think she likes the idea."

I realized it was because my nipples had gotten hard and could be seen through my shirt.

I acted indignant even though I was embarrassed, "OK, I might as well just do it now as I am giving you so many breaks."

I hit first and had a so-so shot, not that long, but safe in the fairway. The best ball helped them, and they were about 30 yards ahead of me after one shot. I hit my second shot well, just a little off the green. Jimmy hit first and had a terrible shot. Mike's was much better, and they were about 20 yards short of the green, but in the fairway. They both hit decent third shots, the best being about 8 feet from the hole. My own 3rd shot was also about 8 feet away, just a little farther than theirs.

So we came down to just who could make the putts. I was away and shot first, making a really nice shot a few inches from the hole after just skimming the edge. Jimmy went first for the guys and almost made it, ending up about the same distance as I had. But since they were hitting best ball, Mike got to hit next and had the advantage of playing from the same spot and having seen how the ball curved.

I knew Mike had a good chance of making this and winning the hole, and like clockwork he made the putt. They started giving each other high fives and whooping it up and I knew it was my turn to pay off. I looked back to see how far back the next group was and I guessed we had about 10 minutes.

The end of the 17th hole is right at the beach. Many people sunbathe nude there and I had been to that beach on several occasions, even planning to go there after golf before my drive to Waikiki. I motioned them to follow me. We parked the carts and walked down a short maybe 15 foot path to the beach, the guys close behind.

The beach was completely deserted when we arrived. I un-tucked my golf shirt and while they were staring, I pulled it off completely. I was standing there in my bra and then I reached around back, unsnapped and pulled it off too.

I handed my bra to Jimmy, "Could you please hold this?"

The beer had helped, so instead of just a Mardi gras style brief flash, I stood there topless and let them look. I have great breasts, and I know others think so too.

As I had complimented the guys, Mike says, "Nice tits!"

Jimmy said, "Wow, beautiful."

The guys sat there gawking for a while, and standing there in front of them while they stared made my nipples get hard while they watched.

"OK, I have paid off too, let's finish up the round."

I could see Mike at least had a pretty good tent built up in his shorts. Jimmy handed me back my bra, but I decided to put my shirt on without it and the shirt was thin enough that it was a pretty good show. Beside Mike and Jimmy, there was no one else around anyway and I was feeling a little more daring anyway.

"Way to go Beth!"

On the tee while we are drinking our last beer, Mike says we should do the same bet. I was OK for that too, but the only change I made was that we would not flash right on the golf course because the rest of the way in would be too visible to the clubhouse and other people from the hotel.

I told them that I was going to be walking down to the same part of the beach near the 17th hole where I had just done my show. I wanted to get some sun anyway, so if I lost that's where they could get paid off. They thought that was fine, but Jimmy worried about whether their wives would be back or not. Mike said they would call them when we finished to see if they had started back yet or not. If they had time they would walk back down the beach or go jogging or something like that. If they were short on time, they would drop me off at that part of the beach with their golf cart, whoever lost would pay off and they would go back.

The best ball really improved their chances of winning the 18th hole as it had on the 17th. Everyone was in good shape on tee shots, and the tough shot was going to be the approach to the green over water. I was first to hit and while I was not on the green, I had made it over the water safely. To make a long story short, each guy hit into the water so there was no help from best ball and unless I really screwed up my next easy shots I had won the hole.

The bottom line is that I had spent 4 hours out in the sun playing golf while there was snow on the ground at home. The guys had been typical guys, but they were likeable and I had a good time and had made about 30 bucks. With all the beer, I was working on a pretty good buzz. I had flashed my breasts, but by that time I had not really minded. And I got to see two guys flash me, twice. All in all, not a bad day.

We all drove back to the clubhouse where the guys dropped off their golf clubs and I dropped off my cart. I told Jimmy that I was going to walk over to my car in the hotel parking got a get a few things for the beach. I collected up my sunglasses and some other things I would need from my car.

They called in and found out their wives were still in Waikiki but starting their drive back. That meant they would probably be back in an hour or more depending on traffic. The guys decided they would not go get cleaned up first, so while Mike finished up talking with his wife, the guys pulled up in the cart. I was fishing out my beach towel, swim suit and sunscreen from my trunk I changed from my golf shoes to sandals and carried a small duffel bag filled with my things.

The first flaw in the plan became apparent, where to sit. I did notice that while Mike had been driving all day, now Jimmy was driving.

Mike said, "Hop on."

Mike was the kind of guy you either love or hate, but I thought he was more funny than obnoxious. His idea was I should sit on his lap. I think under normal circumstances I would have had some abusive comment about that, but it was not normal circumstances. I was away from home with people I did not know and would never see again. We had been drinking all day, and we had flashed each other. I hopped on his lap.

It is not all paved cart path to get to the beach and there was quite a bit of bouncing around. Mike had his arm around my waist and I had my arm around his shoulders. He had placed his other hand on my leg just above the knee – which was not really that awkward based on the way we were sitting. We pulled off the path and left the cart while we walked to the beach.

I laid out my beach blanket and realized the next flaw in the plan. I had intended to put on my swim suit, but I had not intended to change in front of them. I sat down in my shirt and shorts facing out toward the ocean. The guys laid there out both on one side of me as we sat and watched the waves, with Mike closest and Jimmy was on the outside.

We needed to wait a little as there were some people walking up the beach toward us. I have been to this beach when I was the only one and other times where there were maybe 10 other people. Besides the people approaching, it appeared like we were alone.

We sat there talking and looking at the waves while we waited for the people to pass. The first beach walkers were a couple who looked to be in their '40s. They both had some pretty massive backpacks and hiking boots and looked like they were camping. They gave us a little wave and were on their way.

The guy behind them was the only other person on the beach. From a distance, I could see he was black and wearing a colorful yellow long swimsuit. He was walking faster and we did not have long to wait. He was carrying a little duffle bag not unlike what I had carried. I guess he was in his early-20's, younger than Mike and Jimmy, but in far better shape and really nice looking. He was barefoot and without a shirt – his physique was striking, muscular without being bulky.

He said hello and a casual, "How you doing?"

Mike answered for us, "Great! What a beautiful day."

He walked up to us and asked if we knew how far the beach went. Mike and Jimmy had never even been this far before during their visit, so it was left to me. I described what I knew - I had walked another mile and had not come to an end and that it was a beautiful walk.

He sort of sheepishly asked if I knew if any part of it was for nude sunbathing. I told him that even where we were now sitting is commonly a nude beach and to my recollection, there were so few people on the rest of the beach that you could pretty much do what you want. He thanked me and was on his way.

After our visitor had reached the ridge and was out of sight, Mike looks over at Jimmy and says, "Let's get it over with."

He asked me if I was ready to collect my winnings for the third time. I told them again that no self respecting woman who made a fair bet would not want to collect, but they had been good sports and since I had already won twice that I would feel paid in full if they were uncomfortable.

I think Jimmy by himself might have never gotten into such a situation, but would go along with whatever scheme Mike had come up with. Mike gave me the impression he liked the thought of stripping down in front of a woman. He stood about 5 feet away and quickly slipped out of his shorts. Since he had taken his shirt off earlier, Mike was now totally nude. The bet had been originally for the loser to flash, but Mike was comfortable standing there.

I said, "You are certainly a man of your word. I hereby declare your bet is paid in full. Thank you."

Jimmy still looked uncomfortable, but he followed Mike's example and stripped down quickly too.

I said, "You guys are the best, I never had a better golf game."

I told them, not exactly truthfully, that I had never played that well before and that I was feeling pretty lucky.

Mike said he was going to rinse off in the ocean, and I actually had been thinking about that myself. However, I thought that I would wait until they left but now it looked like they were going to stick around awhile. I should repeat that I have been to nude beaches many times, from Florida and California, to Hawaii and various places in Europe. This included the kind of beaches where there were lots of people and conversely almost deserted.

I have had many occasions where men would come up to me; sometimes they would be polite and other times rude and on the make. But I have never had any problems handling myself.

I had gauged from being with Mike and Jimmy all day that they were not a threat, so I said in a joking way, "If I join you swimming, are you guys going to behave?"

I did not really expect a reply, but to my surprise Jimmy was the one to answer that I was in safe hands. I peeled off my shirt and both guys seemed to be enjoying seeing my bare breasts again. I then stood up much like they had and unsnapped and then dropped my shorts. I was wearing a thong which I pulled off and kicked onto my blanket. That sounds much more casual than I really felt, because even though I have been to many nude beaches, I have always been nervous each time I first get nude.

I started to walk down to the water but I did notice out of the corner of my eye that Mike seemed to have some difficulty in turning his body away nonchalantly because he had gotten an erection. I thought to myself "uh-oh" and that I should be careful.

As I waded out to the ocean, both guys were right behind me. I think Mike wanted to get under the water as quickly as he could. It felt great to feel the ocean on my body. I did not have soap of course, but it did feel super to wash off after golfing. The waves were not too much here at the beach due to some breakers about 50 yards out, but the water level did rise and fall. I was out far enough so the water was near my shoulders and I flexed my knees enough to sort of compensate for the swells.

When I would stand up a little, my breasts would become exposed and the cool water quickly made my nipples hard. I had plunged my head underwater so that my hair was completely wet and hanging from the back of my head.

I said, "This feels fantastic, what a great day to be alive. It has been really nice to meet you two."

We continued our conversation. I was out a little farther than the guys and we were all facing each other in a little triangle. When they would stand up a little and the swell was low, I could see that the water had done a good job on calming things down – the so-called "shrinkage factor". We were talking about various subjects and when I teased Mike about losing to a girl he splashed me and I retaliated with a good splash to his face. We were laughing like crazy in a little bit of a water war.

While I was getting splashed by Jimmy, Mike had circled around to my side and he splashed me, a wave came and knocked me over.

It was funny, and as I reemerged I said, "You rat, no fair."

He had circled around even more by then though and the next thing I knew he had reached around my waist with both arms and lifted me high out of the water. My back was pressed hard against his chest, and then he dropped me back in.

"OK, OK, you win. I think you have me by 100 pounds, so I think I will stay to kicking your butt at golf."

He laughed and got behind me again. He did not lift me up but had a tight grip. His forearm was just under my breasts and the other was just a little lower, and in this position my butt was directly pressed against his front.

We were both laughing, and Mike said, "You cannot be trusted to be released."

"OK. I am ready to get out now. Jimmy, come over and give me a group hug so Mike will let me go."

Mike laughed and said, "This girl is pretty clever."

I let go of Mike's arms and held out my arms to Jimmy. He waded over quickly and Mike lowered his arms down to the sides of my hips while Jimmy pressed up against me. I wrapped my arms around Jimmy's back and rested my head on his chest. I felt Mike's dick get hard while it was pressed against my ass. The guys held the hug for a pretty good time.

I said, "This actually feels great, but I think it is time to let go."

The guys completely ignored that and hugged harder. I actually thought that was funny and I was laughing pretty hard. Mike obviously knew I could feel he had gotten hard in this position. I did not overreact or have a fit, so whatever he was thinking led him to reach up and squeeze my breasts before letting go completely.

I said, "Hey, you agreed to behave."

But I was not really mad and it probably came out as half-hearted. Nevertheless, I did start to head back to the beach with the guys right with me.

I laid down first on my blanket face up. I think they were uncertain what to do next. My blanket by itself was big enough for two, but could not fit three.

Jimmy said, "Do you have room for us?"

I did have a smaller towel that I had rolled up for a head rest.

"Yeah sure, I think we can all fit on."

I handed the towel to Jimmy who spread it out next to my blanket and then used the shirts and other clothes to fill in some of the gaps. I slid over a little, and the guys were on each side of me. Both guys were lying on their stomachs, sort of resting up on their elbows. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sun's rays warming my skin. The guys were also quiet and I enjoyed the silence.

Mike resumed some casual conversation about how nice the location was and he also said, "Sorry about copping a feel back there, I was just playing around and I hope you are not mad."

I told him that I knew we were playing around, and that I had even started some of it my self, and that it was OK, but I thought it was nice of him to say that.

Mike again pulls one of these buffoon style brain cramps that somehow is endearing when he says, "Well, since you are not mad I am glad I did it, you have great boobs. You know; now Jimmy is jealous, his wife has no boobs at all."

Jimmy responds, "I think you are you out of your mind talking like that. Beth is not interested to hear your nonsense, and Cindy's boobs are fake!"

We are all laughing and Mike says, "He is right Beth. My wife got implants a couple of years ago and Jimmy's wife is thinking about it."

I replied, "I do not know what it is about men and boobs, you guys are all alike."

Jimmy says, "You are unbelievable. Beth, I apologize for both of us."

I said, "It is OK, I don't mind Mikes 'directness'. I have gotten used to him during the day."

Mike responds with, "I am sitting right here you two. Stop talking about me like I am not here."

Everyone laughed and obviously everything was fine. I asked Jimmy how he thought about his wife getting implants and that if she wanted them, he should try to be supportive as I was sure she had her own reservations. He said that he was fine with it, but he was a little nervous what he had heard. Mike said his wife had gone from a B to a C cup, and that he loved them. Jimmy said that his wife is more like an A, and that she wanted to be a C cup also. I told both of them if I was born an A that I would have probably wanted implants too, but if I had been a B that I would not have, that they feel better natural.

Mike asked how I knew that and I said that I have felt the difference between real and fake boobs, that I have been at strip clubs before and that how else I knew was none of their business which made everyone laugh.

Mike then says, "I would trust her opinion, Beth's are definitely real."

During all this discussion of my breasts, my nipples had hardened and I am sure both guys had noticed. It was clear Mike was just trying to remind Jimmy that he had felt my tits, and was just rubbing Jimmy's nose in it, so to speak.

Jimmy said, "Mike may be a total asshole, but he is right that you have great boobs."

I sat up on the blanket with my knees up to my chest. Jimmy had been lying on his stomach while we were talking about breasts, but Mike had lain on his side. Anyway, it was obvious he had developed a hard-on. I was wrong before, he was bigger than average, maybe about 7 inches and pretty thick. Not the biggest I have ever seen, but not the smallest either and nothing to complain about.