The Solheim Cup Incident

{This really could've and should've been categorized as "lesbian sex" because that's all there is, but it involves Celebrities so it would've ended up here anyway).

It had been an exhausting day at the Solheim Cup. Jennifer Kupcho had been at the heart of a U.S. comeback of sorts, making clutch putts and chips that kept her and her partner in their last match. There was so much pressure on the ladies to perform, not only for themselves but for their countries. Jennifer had faced it before, of course, winning the inaugural Ladies Invitational at Augusta, but this was like nothing else. Losing meant letting your friends on the team down, letting your captain and vice captains down, and letting the entire U.S. down.

As tired as she was there was no way she'd get to sleep, at least not right away. Mixed with the fatigue was the adrenaline high from two days of intense competition. She sighed to herself, "guess it'll be a long movie night."

Her fiancé was "off limits" per Captain Pat Hurst's rules as well as rigid golf governing bodies Covid restrictions. The team had just met in the conference room they'd taken over for the week. It was a place in the hotel they could go and relax, chat, talk strategy. The team had had their final meeting before next day's singles matches. Jennifer had looked for some of her team to just hang out longer her mind still buzzing from the intense atmosphere of the Cup but they had all dispersed.

She was standing in front of the elevator waiting to make her lonely trek up to her room when the door opened and she nearly ran straight into Charley Hull.

Charley is on the European team, direct competitor and rival. Now, of course, most of the women play together on the LPGA (Ladies Professional Golf Association) and many are friends but on this week they are direct adversaries.

"Charley!" Jennifer said with surprise. "What are you doing here?"

The teams stayed at different hotels, but were separated only by the length of a parking lot. Jennifer couldn't help but notice Charley's model like beauty, even at this hour, and even after a day of tiring golf. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a perfect pony tail, her makeup was fresh and understated. She had a sweater which fit tightly across her chest. Jennifer couldn't help notice the fullness of Charley's breasts, Jennifer fought the battle of self esteem and body acceptance, even though she was pretty and athletic herself. Just for a second her mind flashed back to college and those nights with her female teammate.....

"Oh, hi," Charley said with a smile, seeing Jennifer. "I was just visiting my husband, for some reason there weren't enough rooms at our hotel so he was kind of "quarantined" here," she joked. "Plus, team rules about fraternization and Covid and all."

Charley looked at Jennifer, so smug, so arrogant, "typical U.S. player," she thought. Even though she'd never given her a reason to dislike her, Charley just FELT like Jennifer must be a bitch, behind closed doors. "I'd like to sit on that smug American face," she smiled, keeping that thought to herself. Though not widely publicized, Charley was bi, even though she'd recently married. Ladies on the tours tended to keep their sexual preferences under wraps the best they could due to social pressures from sponsors and social media.

Jennifer couldn't take her eyes off of Charley, secretly she had wished that she'd been paired up against her in the first two days of competition just so she could....watch her.

"God, these days are amazing, but they are SO exhausting....yet I can't sleep!" Jennifer babbled, just to keep the conversation rolling. "How do you look so beautiful after a long day like this and I look like I just rolled out of a hay truck?"

"Americans and their quirky sayings," Charley thought condescendingly. There was more there, though, Charley could sense it. "Is this woman actually coming on to me?"

In fairness, she had looked at Jennifer from afar before. She had a girl next door quality to her. She was no model, but her face was pretty, her body athletic and curvy in all the right places and...."wow, I gotta stop," thought Charley, who caught herself looking down Jennifer's polo shirt.

"Thank you," smiled Charley, softening a bit. Maybe this girl wasn't a bitch at all. What she'd thought was arrogance and standoffishness was most likely just shyness and a bit of social awkwardness. "You do NOT look like you rolled out any farm related mode of transportation," Charley grinned. She decided there was an opportunity here, she had Jennifer in a vulnerable position. She decided to take advantage of that.

"That accent," Jennifer thought to herself, "she could tell me to go pick up dog poop and it'd sound like Shakespeare."

"You know we could be causing an international incident right now?" Charley said, looking around with a sheepish smile. "I mean, we're at war right now, you know?"

Jennifer laughed and agreed. "Fraternization with the enemy, that was like #1 on the bullet points of "what not to do," this week."

"Yes, us too. Silly really. I mean, we see each other 20 weeks a year. I really must be going, though, seriously. I do NOT want to hear Laura (Dame Laura Davies, one of the vice captains of the European side) yelling at me," she grinned. She did not want this to end, she had a plan, she was hoping Jennifer would take the bait.

"Oh," Jennifer said with a hint of a pout which she hid poorly. "I guess it's a long movie night for me. Plus, I need a massage and the trainers have all gone for the night," she said, fishing for a miracle.

"God," thought Charley, "I almost feel badly for her, it being so easy."

"Say, we COULD...you know....hang out for a bit. I'm kind of wound up myself still."

"Oh wow," thought Jennifer....could this actually....happen?

"Want to come up to my room?" asked Jennifer, throwing it out there finally.

"I can't," lied Charley. She wanted to keep her position of power and that would not be on enemy territory. "I have to check in at my place and we were warned of room checks. This visit was approved beforehand, no way we could tell them about this."

Jennifer agreed with another discernible pout. Charley knew she had her.

"You could....come on over to my room," she suggested.

"But what about security?"

"My room is on the side, there," she said, pointing. "We just sneak in the side, up the elevator, most everyone should already be in their rooms trying to sleep the best they can."

Jennifer was NOT going to pass up the opportunity of a lifetime. "Ok," she said meekly, not wanting to lose that chance.

Charley turned and Jennifer followed her out the door, across the lot, to the corner of the competitor's hotel. Jennifer watched Charley's ass the whole time.

"SO tight, so perfect," she sighed, again slamming herself and her "big ol ass," even though she truly has marvelous hips and behind herself.

Charley knew it. She even swished it a little more than usual, she was baiting the hook.

Charley was the lookout, she made sure the coast was clear, Jennifer followed obediently. They made their way to the elevator and were safely transported to Charley's hall. One more quick check and they had made it to the room unseen.

"This is crazy," Jennifer sighed as Charley turned on the television. "Imagine what social media and the Golf Channel would say about us hanging out together on the eve of the singles matches?"

Charley eyed the television, sure enough the golf commentators were talking about golf, mostly about the Fed Ex cup, which of course, was the men's tournament.

"It'd be a firestorm, for sure," Charley grinned. "However, it certainly might bump up our Q rating. God knows women's golf gets a tenth of coverage the men do. I'm tempted to take one of the many offers I get to pose nude for one of our tabloids, that'd raise our viewership, I'd say," Charley quipped, purposely forcing Jennifer to think of her....naked. She noticed a quick blush from her rival. It worked.

Jennifer had not had any of those offers. She wanted to change the subject....the reason she came here and risked so much. "God, I am SO tight," she whined, shrugging her shoulders dramatically.

"Yeah, mine too," Charley said, she wasn't against getting a massage either as it would only help with her plans.

"I could....you know....massage your shoulders a little," Charley offered.

Jennifer's heart raced. Could it really be happening? "Oh, that'd be great!"

They sat down on the edge of the bed together. There was an uncomfortable silence.

"Do you want me to....do it through the shirt?" Charley asked purposefully.

"Oh," Jennifer blushed. "I could...take it off."

Now she was just in her bra and shorts. She felt the heat rising in her face...and elsewhere. She hadn't been in this position in years, since that clandestine college relationship.

Charley's hands were strong, yet soft somehow. She kneaded Jennifer's shoulders and neck expertly. Jennifer let out a little moan. This is what she needed.

Charley was surprised at how soft Jennifer's skin was. She realized it had been awhile since she'd touched...that, since she'd fallen into the traditional life. She truly loved her husband and men....but this was different, that fire had never left, it had only been suppressed.

"It'd be better if you were....lying down," Charley suggested. Jennifer quickly obeyed, not wanting to miss a minute of her touch.

Charley smiled softly, "I almost hate to do this to her," she thought. "No reason I can't have a little fun first."

After a few minutes of massaging her back and shoulders she leaned in to whisper in Jennifer's ear, "it would be easier without....this," she said tracing her finger on the clasp of Jennifer's bra."

"Oh god," Jennifer thought, "I can't believe this." With help from Charley, Jennifer's bra was tossed into the corner. She was topless now, lying on her stomach.

Charley's hands worked their way over Jennifer's back now without restriction. She stopped and got some lotion from the bathroom. She kneaded it into Jennifer's sore muscles. She had Jennifer cooing. Slowly, inch by inch, Charley worked down her back to the top of her shorts. Slowly she slipped her fingers inside the waistband and massaged just a little more of the top of her ass with each pass.

"God, this girl's body is fantastic," Charley thought. She didn't try to fight the feelings she had, she didn't try and stop the urges. Jennifer's smooth skin, her amazing curves, that tight, yet somehow soft rump of hers brought out all those old feelings in Charley.

Jennifer raised up onto her elbows. Charley could see her smaller, but pert and perfectly formed tits from the side, hanging there like forbidden fruit.

"I can do you, too," Jennifer offered hopefully.

"Shhh," Charley hushed, fighting the demons in her head at the time, "Can I really do this to her?"

She was fighting a battle of TWO demons, however. One, the natural urge she had been fighting for years now, and two, the plans she had to....expose Jennifer, to destroy her publically.

"I'd be helping my team," Charley thought to herself, the devil on the one shoulder still encouraging her while at the same time the angel was pleading, "but LOOK at her, look at her beautiful face, look at that body, you don't want to hurt that, you want to...."

Charley brushed off both of them. "I'll get what I need first, then we'll all come to a decision."

She was no longer hiding the fact that her fingers were often inside Jennifer's shorts, in fact, she'd slid them down a few inches, exposing the top of her butt crack.

"How does her butt look so sturdy and non descript when I see it on the golf course, but so freakin' tight and shapely now?" Charley wondered with just a hint of jealousy. "Oh well, at least I get to enjoy it before I...." she cut herself off and tried to focus, literally, on the task at hand.

"Should I....take these off?" Jennifer asked hopefully as she grabbed the side of her shorts. Hearing no objection she slid her shorts off and they joined her bra, forming a pile in the corner. She was now just clad in her pink panties. She was normally a conservative dresser who rarely wore anything flashy or sexual. She kept that part of her private, except when it came to underwear. She loved wearing sexy panties, bras, lingerie, it was one of her secret kinks, which her fiancé certainly enjoyed. This was no different, it was lacy and cut to show a lot of cheek. She blushed, she'd never thought they'd be seen like this.

"Damn her," Charley sighed. "How can that ass get any prettier?"

Charley went for it all, though. "You might as well just take these off, too."

It was happening, her plan to enjoy herself BEFORE doing the other thing....it was time.

Charley smirked when she had Jennifer's panties in her hand before she tossed them into the pile, "they are SOAKING."

Jennifer's body was now completely open for Charley, there were no more restrictions. She massaged every inch of her skin from her shoulders to her feet, including those glorious ass cheeks. Charley could smell Jennifer's sex....or was that her own?

Jennifer's head was racing, "I can't believe Charley Hull is....touching me," she thought. "God, what would happen if this got out?" she wondered, just as there was a knock on the door.

"Fuck," Charley blurted. "Quick, hide!" She said to a nude Jennifer who nearly leaped over the beds to the far one and scrunched down behind it since she couldn't get under it, being a hotel bed and all. Charley couldn't help but glance as that young, tight naked body bounced in just that way that she'd missed for a few years now.

Charley opened the door a crack, with just the safety latch separating her from the "intruder." In reality it was Vice Captain Laura Davies doing a room check.

"Liz, it's bed check!" she slurred. Charley could tell she'd been drinking, Laura DID love her wine. "Just wanted to make sure you didn't sneak a man in here," she joked, "and I don't mean your husband!" she cackled at her own humor.

Charley, doing her best Liz impression, said, "No ma'am," her heart racing. "Just about to turn in," she said dramatically behind the door, feigning a yawn and a stretch. She thought, "this is NOT how I want this to go down, with me implicated."

"Good. Tomorrow's a big day, get some sleep!" Charley suddenly noticed the aroma of the arousal of two women as it wafted towards the door. Laura suddenly got a strange as if she had recognized a certain smell. Luckily, Charley's moisturizer/ lotion smell was the dominant one. It did the job of disguising their actions.

"Good night!" Laura smiled drunkenly made her way to the next room.

"Whew," Charley said, Jennifer was shaking, being in such a vulnerable position.

Charley noticed her perfect little titties heaving. "It's ok, it's ok, shhh, she's gone, no more bed checks."

"Maybe I should go," Jennifer said only half heartedly. "The risk is too great."

"Great," Charley thought, "now I have to convince her to stay and there's no way my pussy is going to let that happen."

"Hush, just lie down. Now you REALLY need some stress relief," Charley joked.

It's what Jennifer wanted, too. She was so worked up from Charley's hands that all she needed was a gentle nudge and she was putty in her hands. Charley smirked at how easily the young naked woman capitulated. Her ass was open and inviting and Charley went back to kneading and massaging that spectacularly tight thing. Soon they were both back in that trance state they'd reached earlier.

Charley nudged Jennifer's legs open slightly, under the excuse that she could massage her inner thighs. Charley worked her way up and down Jennifer's legs and Charley was amused at how Jennifer slyly opened her legs slightly each time her hands got close to her pussy.

Charley was still fighting it. Without the Solheim Cup, without her bias against the arrogance of Americans Charley would've already had her tongue down Jennifer's crack soon to be followed by having her legs spread and open. She went ahead with her plan, though, she was going to get hers before deciding the poor woman's fate.

"Turn over," Charley whispered.

Jennifer was ecstatic, "oh my god, is she actually to....please me?" It was what she'd dreamed about, the soft feel of a woman's tongue on her...down there. She'd truly missed that.

Charley's idea was not that simple. With a sly grin she asked, "so Jennifer, are you kinky at all?"

Embarrassed that she really wasn't, or filled with the fear that whatever level of kinky she was would not be enough for Charley, she bravely said, "yes!"

Charley grinned. "Good, I'd hate to have had to do it the other way," she thought. She reached down to the floor and pulled the soft cloth tie from the shower robe she'd used earlier.

"Lie back," she smiled evilly.

Jennifer obediently scrambled to her back at the head of the bed. Charley quickly and efficiently tied her victim's hands above her head to the headboard. This wasn't Charley's first rodeo with the ties, not even close. There was no chance of escape, she'd learned her ties from an expert mistress.

"Gosh," Jennifer said with a bit of concern as she tugged on the restraints. "What if someone comes by again?"

Charley smirked but got up and put the sliding door lock in place so that even if someone tried to enter, they'd be blocked by the safety lock.

Jennifer relaxed. "I really should just enjoy this and stop worrying so much about everything." Little did she know Charley's true plan, or she'd have gone out kicking and screaming.

She was now lying on her back, naked, hands tied above her as Charley smiled coolly at her. Their eyes stayed fixed on each other as Charley slowly stripped. Jennifer's eyes got wide as the beautiful blonde peeled off her sweater first, then, to the American's amazement, her bra.

"Fuck," Jennifer thought, "of COURSE her tits are perfect," her eyes transfixed on the other woman's chest.

Then, Charley slowly lowered her workout pants. Jennifer could see Charley's mound through her panties, her mouth almost instantly watered at the thought. Charley saw Jennifer unabashedly ogling her and purposely teased her with a little dance first, before slowly and purposefully removing her panties, her ass completely baring in front of Jennifer's lustful gaze.

"Oh my god, Charley, you are....stunning," she gushed dually.

"You are too," Charley admitted in a moment of weakness.

"She really is," Charley thought, looking down at the helpless woman below her. "Those hips, those perfect little tits, that beautiful face, those piercing sexy brown eyes...and that pussy, so perfectly manicured," she drifted before she cut herself off. "I have to do this," she barked at herself. "

Charley was naked now, too. Slowly, and looking in Jennifer's longing eyes the whole time she crawled up to her. Jennifer could feel the heat as Charley's legs rubbed her on the way up, so close to Charley's pussy grazing her on the way. Jennifer gulped in a huge breath of air and let it out loudly.

Charley grinned, "relax baby, just enjoy it." She used her hands on the way up as well, stroking Jennifer's legs, then her hips, then her ticklish ribcage, which caused Jennifer to jerk involuntarily. Charley just grinned and repeated the action, just to watch Jennifer squirm.

Charley reached her destination. This was her plan all along, to get the American in such a vulnerable spot, take what she wanted and then....? In Charley's head it was cloudy. She'd started all this with the thought of embarrassing the poor woman, to take advantage of her obvious vulnerability, her needs. She'd thought it would be fun to publically embarrass her smug, arrogant rival. But after seeing her, after being with her....was she actually all that? Charley tried to push the thought of what she was planning to do out of her head, at least until she got what SHE wanted out of it.