Patsy’s Holes Filled in Mini Golf

Patsy's Holes Filled in Mini Golf (ENF, Reluctant Exhibitionist, MILF, Gangbang, Whore, CFNF, Only one naked)

My name is Patsy Barrett. I am the 43, year-old wife of Connor Barrett. My best friend is Trixie Fuller, my next-door neighbor. I have long blonde hair and blue eyes and very large breasts that too often attract attention. I am modest in my dress, but somehow I keep ending up naked in public. It embarrasses me, but my friends and family find it funny. Like the other day...

This one was entirely my idea and my fault, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. I had never been golfing. I asked Connor and Trixie to go miniature golfing at the local clubhouse with me because I thought it would be a fun way to spend the afternoon. Trixie, being the adventurous soul that she is, happily agreed.

Trixie said she would help me pick out an outfit that was suitable for golfing. I gratefully accepted her help because, let's face it, fashion has never been my strong suit. Since it was a sunny day, she picked out a skirt that was dangerously short, barely covering my bottom. She said something about how the breeze would help keep me cool while swinging those clubs around. And as if that wasn't enough, she paired it with a crop top halter with spaghetti straps that left very little to the imagination.

She pointed out that the more skin I had exposed to the air, the more comfortable I would be during our game of miniature golf in this scorching weather. I thanked her for helping me be more comfortable. Trixie is always looking out for me.

As we made our way to the miniature golf course, I could feel everyone's eyes on us, or rather on me and my scandalous attire. It made me a little nervous about my clothes, but I trusted Trixie's advice.

"Wow, my love," Connor whispered in my ear, "You're really turning heads today."

"You think so?" I blushed, glancing down at my outfit.

"Yeah," he grinned. "I mean, look at you. That outfit shows off all that hard work you've put into staying fit, those toned arms and legs from all that exercise. And judging by the looks we're getting from the other golfers, I'd say they're quite impressed too."

I blushed, thankful for his sweet words but feeling self-conscious. "Thanks," I replied with a shy smile. "I guess Trixie knows what she's doing when it comes to picking outfits."

We approached the club rental counter and picked up our golf balls. Trixie then led me towards a rack of golf clubs nearby.

"Alright, bestie," she said, "Now it's time for us to find you the right length club."

As I tried out a club, I must have accidentally backed into Trixie. To my horror, Trixie's club got caught on the back of my scandalously short skirt.

I froze in place, my eyes widening as I felt the club lift the hem of my skirt. Panic surged through me as I realized that I wasn't wearing any panties underneath this barely there skirt. I could feel the eyes of all the other golfers on my exposed flesh. Trixie's clever suggestion to help keep cool suddenly seemed like a terrible idea.

The realization that every single person around us had a clear view of my bare bottom sent a mix of embarrassment and arousal coursing through me.

Trixie gasped beside me, her hand flying to her mouth in shock.

"Oh no, bestie, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity but was probably only a few seconds, Trixie managed to untangle the club from my skirt.

"There we go!" she exclaimed cheerfully while giving me a playful pat on the ass. "All set now!"

I blushed furiously at her touch and pulled down my skirt hastily, attempting to regain some semblance of modesty. But deep down inside, there was a part of me that relished this unexpected display of exhibitionism.

Trixie threw her arms around me playfully. "Come on now, bestie! Let's show these boys what we're made of!"

Unable to resist Trixie's infectious energy, we headed towards the first hole amidst stares and whispers from nearby players.

The First Hole

At the first hole, Connor, always the gentleman, gestured for Trixie and me to go first. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to approach this unfamiliar game.

Trixie nudged me with her elbow and gave me an encouraging smile. "Go on, bestie," she said. "Show them what you're made of."

I took a deep breath and bent over to place my ball on the ground. It was then that I realized my skirt had once again lifted up, exposing my bare bottom to anyone who happened to be watching.

Trixie's eyes widened as she noticed my predicament. "Oh, bestie," she said. "You really have no luck when it comes to keeping that skirt down."

I stood up and shot her an embarrassed glance but tried to laugh at the absurdity of it all. "Seems like I'm destined to give everyone an eyeful today," I replied.

To keep my skirt covering my bottom, I squatted down to place my ball on the ground.

Trixie scolded me. "Oh no, bestie! Golfers aren't allowed to squat. It's not dignified."

"She's right," Connor chimed in. "We must maintain proper golf etiquette."

Reluctantly, I straightened up from my squatting position and glanced at Trixie expectantly for guidance.

"Now then," Trixie said. "Bend over at the waist."

I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing with conflicting thoughts. The idea of bending over in front of Connor and Trixie and everyone was humiliating. But I had to follow the rules.

Reluctantly, I took a deep breath and slowly bent over at the waist, feeling the fabric of my scandalously short skirt lift up once again over my bare bottom.

I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment as I placed the golf ball on the ground in front of me.

"Move it left a few inches," Trixie instructed helpfully.

Reluctantly, I shifted the ball slightly to the left as directed by Trixie. But before I could straighten up, she interrupted me once more.

"Nope," she said. "Too far to the left now."

I bit down on my lip nervously as I moved the ball back near its original position. It took a minute of moving it back and forth until Trixie deemed it just right. But I knew Trixie was just trying to help me learn to play golf.

Finally satisfied, Trixie nodded approvingly. "Perfect!" she exclaimed.

I straightened up from my bent over position and quickly pulled down my skirt to cover my bottom once again.

We played the hole, and to my surprise, I managed to take only three strokes to get the ball in the hole.

Trixie clapped her hands. "Well, well, bestie," she said. "Looks like you've got hidden talents after all. Who would've thought?"

I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at my unexpected success.

Before we moved on to the next hole, it was time for me to pick up my ball. I hesitated for a moment before bending over, knowing full well that this would expose my bottom yet again.

"Bestie," Trixie called out. "Since you won the hole, you're supposed to get everyone's balls."

My eyes widened in disbelief as I turned towards her with a mixture of hesitation and reluctance.

"Are you serious?" I asked incredulously.

Trixie nodded enthusiastically. "Absolutely! Only one person picks up all the balls," she replied.

I sighed heavily but knew there was no arguing with Trixie's knowledge of the rules. Reluctantly, I bent over once again and started picking up all three balls from the cup.

The golfers around us watched with amusement as I awkwardly reached for the balls one by one. The embarrassment burned within me as their gazes lingered on my exposed bottom while I did it.

The Second Hole

At the second hole, Connor said "You got lucky on that first hole, my love. I'll show you how it's done on this one."

Trixie, always ready to defend my honor, jumped in immediately.

"Oh please," she scoffed. "Bestie here is a natural born golfer. I bet she'll beat you again."

"Is that so?" Connor asked. "Well then, let's make things interesting. If I win this round, Patsy will have to flash me her breasts."

My eyes widened in shock as his words hung in the air between us. The audacity of his bet left me momentarily speechless.

Trixie agreed before I could respond. "She'll take that bet. Don't worry, bestie, I know you're going to win this one easily. Show him what women athletes are capable of."

"Fine," I said, with foolish confidence.

I bent over from the waist placing my ball on the ground. When I straightened up from the ground, I saw a man nearby with his phone out. Had he taken a picture of my bottom while I was bent over? The thought distracted me, causing my focus on the game to waver.

With shaky hands gripping the club tightly, I swung at the ball with more force than finesse. My aim was completely off, sending it careening off the green.

Trixie burst into laughter behind me as she witnessed my terrible golfing skills unravel before her eyes. "Oh bestie," she said between fits of giggles. "Looks like your hidden talents are staying well hidden on this hole."

I retrieved the ball, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration. It took me four more strokes to finish the hole. I had lost.

Connor was grinning from ear to ear, clearly delighted with my loss.

"Well, well," he said. "Looks like you're not as good as you thought, my love."

I shot him a glare but it didn't matter how embarrassed or hesitant I felt; I had lost my bet.

"Do you really want me to do it?" I asked.

Connor's grin widened. "I really want you to flash me your breasts."

I reached down and hesitantly lifted my shirt just enough to expose a glimpse of skin. My heart raced in anticipation as Connor's eyes focused on my chest.

"You didn't lift it high enough, I couldn't see your nipples," he said.

A flush of heat rose to my cheeks at his comment. I took a deep breath and lifted my shirt all the way up, holding it in place.

"There you go," I said. "Happy now?"

Connor's eyes lingered on my exposed breasts, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, I'm more than happy," he replied. "But you know what would make me even happier? If I took a photo and posted it on Facebook to show everyone what a good sport you are."

My heart skipped a beat at the thought of my bare chest being shared with the world. The embarrassment washed over me once again as I noticed that the other golfers had their phones out, ready to capture this humiliating moment.

I hesitated for a moment, feeling hesitation and reluctance. But deep down, there was also an undeniable thrill coursing through my veins. As much as I hated to admit it, there was a part of me that reveled in this exhibitionistic display.

"Fine," I said, trying to mask any hint of excitement that may have slipped through. "Take your photo."

Connor wasted no time in raising his phone and capturing the image before I could change my mind.

As he lowered his phone with a satisfied grin, he turned towards me and said smugly, "Now everyone will see how much fun we're having today."

The other golfers were snapping their own photos. It seemed like they were all eager to capture this scandalous event. A flush of heat rose to my cheeks and I quickly pulled my shirt over my breasts.

"Wait a minute," Trixie said. "Bestie, you forgot to pick up the balls."

I groaned inwardly at her words, knowing full well what they meant. With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I bent over at the waist and reached for the golf balls.

As I picked up each ball one by one, I could feel the cameras clicking away furiously, capturing every inch of my bare bottom on display for all to see. The humiliation was overwhelming, yet somehow arousing at the same time.

When I finally stood up and smoothed down my skirt, Trixie said. "You know, you really do have a great ass."

I blushed with pride.

The Third Hole

On the third hole, Trixie declared with the utmost confidence that the last hole was a fluke and that I would surely win this one.

"Alright, bestie!" Trixie proclaimed, "This hole is yours for the taking."

Wanting to believe in myself, I agreed with Trixie's declaration.

"You're right, Trixie," I said firmly, my competitive fire igniting. "I've got this. Connor won't know what hit him."

"You know what? Let's make things even more interesting," Connor said. "If you lose this hole, my love, you'll have to take off your shirt."

The thought of baring myself for everyone to see sent shivers down my spine. How could I possibly agree to such a scandalous bet?

Trixie shot me an encouraging smile as she sensed my hesitation. "You'll do great, bestie."

Her words stirred a flicker of defiance in me, a part that refused to back down from a challenge.

So, with a mix of hesitation and reluctance, I took a deep breath and agreed to the bet.

All of the other golfers had gathered around, their eyes filled with anticipation and excitement. I noticed they were all standing behind me as I placed my ball on the ground. The weight of their gazes bore down on me. My hands trembled slightly as I positioned myself for the shot, trying to push aside any doubts that threatened to consume me.

With a determined focus, I swung the club with precision and skill. The ball stopped just inches away from the hole. Another putt and the ball was in the hole. A wave of relief washed over me as I realized how well I had played this round.

But Connor, Connor was something else entirely. He stepped forward confidently, his smug grin widening as he lined up his shot. And then it happened, a flawless swing that sent the ball dropping neatly into the hole.

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause while Connor did a little victory dance, reveling in his triumph like a cocky peacock strutting its feathers. His eyes locked onto mine as he approached me with an air of arrogance.

"Good hole," he said with mock sincerity, "but not good enough. And here's where your good sportsmanship comes into play. You know you lost fair and square. So pay up, my love."

Blushing, I slowly pulled off my shirt. The gathered golfers erupted into applause, or should I say the quiet golf clap? Of course they did.

My hands instinctively flew up to cover my bare breasts as embarrassment washed over me once again. But I realized I couldn't keep them there and play golf at the same time. Reluctantly, I pulled my hands away, exposing my breasts fully to everyone present. I could feel the cool breeze on my already painfully hard nipples.

Trixie was right, wearing less did keep me cooler.

The Fourth Hole

A mix of embarrassment and exhilaration coursed through me as I made my way towards the fourth hole with my swaying bare breasts on full display.

I was determined not to make another bet that would further humiliate myself. I would focus all of my energy on playing well and proving that I was more than just a source of entertainment for the leering spectators.

"Do you want your shirt back?" Connor asked, waving it in the air.

"Of course I do," I replied, crossing my arms over my bare chest. "But if you're offering it as a consolation prize for being such a terrible golfer, then maybe I'll pass."

Connor flashed me a grin. "Oh, my love, always the comedian. But here's the deal," he said, stepping closer to me with a mischievous glint in his eye. "I'll bet you your shirt against your skirt that you can't make hole four in under five strokes."

I raised an eyebrow at him, feeling both insulted and intrigued by his challenge. Did he really think so little of my golfing abilities? Or perhaps he was just being nice and giving me a chance to win my shirt back.

Either way, I couldn't resist the opportunity to prove him wrong. With a smirk of my own, I nodded and accepted his bet. "You're on," I said confidently.

At the fourth hole, excitement bubbled within me despite the lingering sense of hesitation and reluctance. The crowd of spectators had grown larger, their cameras flashing relentlessly as they captured every scandalous moment.

I positioned myself on the tee box with newfound determination coursing through my veins. My grip tightened around the club as I focused on the task at hand, proving to Connor and everyone else that I was more than just a pair of bare breasts.

That's when I saw the windmill. To get to the cup, the ball had to go through a windmill. Seriously? Who comes up with these absurd obstacles for a golf course?

Trixie nudged me playfully with her elbow. "Don't worry, bestie," she said. "You can do this."

It was moments like that when I truly valued our friendship and Trixie's unwavering support.

I took a deep breath and tried to steady my nerves as I faced the windmill. The blades were spinning ominously, their sharp edges glinting in the sunlight. It felt like they were mocking me, daring me to miss and humiliate myself even further.

With a shaky grip on my club, I swung with all my might. The ball rolled across the green, heading straight for the opening between two blades, and then it hit one of them square on. Oops!

The ball bounced back towards me, mocking my feeble attempt. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd as disappointment washed over me.

I gritted my teeth and tried again. Swing after swing, each one filled with determination and frustration in equal measure. This was turning into more of a comedy show than an actual golf game. Finally, on my fifth stroke, I managed to navigate past those treacherous blades and into the hole.

At first glance I thought that I had won, triumphantly proving Connor wrong once again. But then it hit me. I had bet that I could do it in under five strokes! Darn!

I took a deep breath, trying to muster up the courage to follow through with the bet. I had lost fair and square, and now it was time to pay up. My mind raced as I considered the consequences of my defeat. I was already topless, thanks to the last hole. How much worse would it be to be completely naked in front of all these people?

I looked around at all of the other golfers who had gathered around. Their eyes were fixed on me, their gazes filled with anticipation and curiosity. They were all waiting for me to strip down.

With a mix of hesitation and reluctance, I reached down and slowly began unzipping my skirt. The fabric slid down my legs until it pooled around my ankles. There I stood, naked in a public miniature golf course wearing only my stiletto shoes.

A round of applause erupted from the audience, or should I say another round of golf claps?

The cool breeze caressed every inch of exposed skin as I made my way towards the next hole. Self consciousness mingled with exhilaration within me as each step brought me closer to completing this humiliating round of golf.

The Fifth Hole

Connor said smugly. "Well, my love, if you don't have anything left to bet, maybe it's time you admit defeat."

His arrogant tone ignited a fire within me that refused to be extinguished.

I retorted, "Oh really? You think I'm just going to give up? Not a chance."

"Maybe you shouldn't bet on the fifth hole," Trixie said.

I knew she was right, but Connor's smugness fueled my determination even further.

"No," I said firmly while looking directly at Connor. "We're betting on this hole too."

"Alright then," he said. "What do you have left to bet?"

"I'll bet my shoes," I declared, pointing down at the stiletto heels on my feet, my only remaining clothing.

Connor scanned my body from head to toe appreciatively. I squirmed with pleasure under my husband's lustful gaze.

"You know," he said with a wicked grin, "I think you look better in those shoes than without them."

"I'll tell you what," Trixie interjected. "Since bestie here is running out of clothes to lose, how about she bets a performance, instead?"

My eyes widened as her suggestion sank in. A performance? What exactly did she have in mind? The possibilities raced through my mind, singing? dancing? Or something even more scandalous?