The Athletic Aesthetic

by Vanessa Wu

  Smiling sweetly, Grace took the cup of coffee Nathan had poured for her. He blushed and she tried not to giggle. He always maintained a careful facade of “the big man” but Grace could sense his vulnerability. She knew he was desperate to make this sale, freaking out about turning thirty in a month or so, and from the way he was looking at her she figured he hadn’t been laid in weeks, maybe months. Adam walked behind her to get a cup and slapped her on the ass.

  “What you up to this weekend, new girl?” he asked grinning as she flinched. Fucking asshole. Grace swallowed the insult and shrugged.

  “Nothing much, what about you guys?”

  “What, no dates lined up?” Danny leered at her. Grace shook her head as she pursed her lips to sip from the rim of her cup. They all watched her and she knew that they were imagining what else those lips could do.

  “Nope, it’s difficult to get to know people when you’re new to an area …” she said looking hopefully at them.

  “We’re playing golf tomorrow,” Nathan said, jumping in. “And we’re one short, you should come with us?”

  Grace saw Adam roll his eyes, but this was exactly the in that she needed.

  “Thanks guys, I’d love to. What time are you playing?”

  “I can pick you up at 9:00,” Nathan said blushing again. “We tee off at 11:00 but we usually get breakfast.”

  “Easy, Nathan,” Adam said. “Offering the lady breakfast before you’ve fucked her? Don’t you have that backwards?”

  It was crude, but Grace and the others laughed at his quick retort. Still smiling, Grace took a step toward the door, considering an exit before crude banter unwittingly tipped into mindless misogyny.

  “I hope you don’t mind giving me some pointers as we go. I’m sure all of you are so much better than me,” she said coyly, holding back her frustration at having to pander to their egos. Over her shoulder she added, “I’ll try not to hold you up tomorrow!”

  She turned down the corridor, straining to hear what they’d say in her absence.

  “I’d like to hold her up.” Adam said. “Up against a wall with my cock!”

  They all laughed. “She gives me a fucken hard on.” Danny said, trying to keep his voice down. “Her ass is like a peach!”

  Grace pretended she hadn’t heard them and kept walking, smiling to herself. Using these three to her own ends was going to be deliciously easy and, yes, she decided … it was also going to be a lot of fun.

  Saturday Morning – The First Hole

  “So here we are,” Nathan said, smiling at Grace as she pulled her bag from the golf cart. “How about we check out your swing? Come up to the tee and I’ll see what you can do, see if you need any tips on how to hold it.”

  “Watch out, he uses that line on all the girls, don’t you Nathan?”

  Grace laughed as Nathan shook his head. “Don’t take any notice of Adam, he’s just pissed off he didn’t ask you first.” Nathan picked up her bag and his. Then, with an unexpected display of tenderness, he suddenly took her hand and guided her up to the tee, while Adam and Danny wolf whistled at them both. Grace’s heart was hammering in her chest. She hadn’t expected him to touch her, and the warmth of his hand on hers was sending confusing signals to her core, signals that she hadn’t felt in a while. He was so confident as he pulled her along behind him and all she could do was half run to keep up with him. She felt like a little girl, not a businesswoman trying to hold her own with the boys.

  He put down both bags and let go of her hand briefly as he selected a club.

  “Try this one,” he said, then frowned, “although it looks a little big, maybe we should have gotten you another set?”

  “It’s ok, I can handle the big ones,” Grace said as he passed her the club, his fingers stroking hers as she took hold of it.

  “That’s good to know,” he said, his eyes holding her gaze. “I’ve got another one you can try later.”

  Grace shook her head at the blatant innuendo. He winked and she blushed, stumbling backwards, surprised by how light the club was as Nathan released his grip on it. He grinned as he saw her surprise, “It’s carbon fiber—top of the range.”

  “Very impressive,” she said trying to regain her composure.

  “It’s not the only thing that’s impressive, is it Nathan?” Danny shouted over, laughing as Nathan blushed adorably. Grace bit her lip and let her gaze run over his crotch.

  “He’s right,” she said looking up at him. “It isn’t the only thing.”

  “Um … should we do this?” He was flustered and she smiled to herself.

  “Oh yes, I think we should,” she said holding the club out in front of her.

  Nathan raised a concerned eyebrow at her first attempt as he moved to stand behind her. He could hear Adam and Danny laughing at him, but the majority of his focus was taken by the sweet curve of Grace’s ass rubbing against his thickening member as he leaned over her to correct her grip on the club.

  “You hold it like this,” he said, positioning his hands over hers. Grace closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of his body against hers. He smelled just like he did in the office. He smelled like money and swagger and she wanted to sink into him and let him take care of her. Sometimes she wished she wasn’t seen as the big ball breaker at every company she worked at. It would be nice to let someone into her life for a change. His crotch was pressed up against her ass and she could feel the thick length of his cock, hardening in his checkered trousers. Grace wiggled against him a little, leaning back against his chest as his grip tightened slightly on her hands.

  “So, is my grip ok?” she asked, turning her head slightly to look up at him. Their faces were so close she could have kissed him and she felt his breath hitch in his chest. His cock twitched against her and she could feel him lose concentration as he looked down her cleavage. She loved what she was doing to him, but if she wanted to take this further, she needed to get him alone.

  “You, uh, yeah, it’s good but you need to spread your legs a bit wider for me.”

  Grace stifled a moan at the words he used. At that moment, in the warm sunshine, she could think of nothing she would rather do than spread her legs for him. “I can definitely do that,” she said, easing her legs apart and rubbing against his crotch again.

  “Good girl,” he whispered against her cheek as he leaned down to check her grip. “You look beautiful in that position.”

  Grace’s nipples hardened as his breath warmed her ear. She almost forgot where she was as she imagined him saying that to her as she lay spread-eagled on his bed and he stood over her naked. She could feel the muscles of his arms where they wrapped around her, his strong thighs pressed tight against hers. She had a feeling his body would look amazing out of his crazy golf clothes.

  “Come on Nathan, stop touching her up and show her how to hold your shaft.” Danny nudged Adam, laughing as they teased him.

  “You like touching my shaft?” he asked her, wrapping her hands around the club in the correct position.

  Before she could answer he swung the club through the air, his arm sliding against her breast on the up stroke and grazing her nipple on the way back down. Grace whimpered, the noise half drowned out by the whistle of air as the club flew past her. She wondered if he could smell the desire radiating from her, the scent of her excitement bold in the fresh morning air. She wanted to turn around and kiss him but he had stepped back, leaving her cold, her body aching to feel his touch again.

  “Try it again, but on your own this time,” he said, “I’ll watch you. I like to watch.”

  Grace shivered with anticipation, sure now that he would make a move if she could get him on his own. She swung the club, trying to remember how he’d done it.

  “Not bad for a beginner!”

  “Yeah, babe, you’re a natural at handling his shaft.” Adam winked at her and she smiled at him. He
wasn’t as cute as Nathan; not as tall and you could see the signs of too much easy living around his waist but he was lightly tanned with thick, messy dark hair and his accent was adorable, a little bit country and without that hint of ivy-league self-importance that Danny had. She looked over at Danny. He was still hot, even with that air of smug arrogance. In fact the arrogance might actually be what attracted her to him. She imagined him ordering her around in the bedroom. He was probably into spanking and other dominant stuff, and that thought only enflamed her desire further. She wondered what it would be like to fuck all of them.

  “I’ve had plenty of practice,” she called over. “Thanks for that,” she said turning back to Nathan. “Do you think I’ll be able to keep up with you guys on the course?”

  “I think you’ll be perfect.” He held her gaze again and the intensity of his eyes made her shiver with lust. She was under no illusion about what he was thinking about, and it definitely wasn’t golf.

  “I’m a very considerate teacher,” he continued. “Maybe I could give you some private lessons?”

  “Maybe. Or maybe you and the boys could all show me how to play?”

  “That could work too.”

  “This game obviously keeps you fit,” she told him, reaching out to stroke the powerful curve of muscle in his forearm. “Maybe you can give me a workout too.”

  “Oh I think we’ll definitely do that,” Nathan grinned at her.

  Danny teed up and took his shot, hitting it wildly off line, much to the amusement of the other boys. Grace watched them all, a plan formulating in her mind that would ensure she not only sealed the deal with Jay Morgan but also had the craziest fuck of her life …

  Saturday Afternoon – The Eighteenth Hole

  Grace was exhausted. Her arms and legs ached and her face felt flushed from the relentless heat of the sun, but she had managed to keep up with them. She felt ridiculously proud and, on top of that, she had managed to flirt with all three until she was fairly certain she would be able to put her plan into action. She watched them laugh and joke as they packed up their clubs, and she wished that she wasn’t heading home alone. The flirting had left her needy and wet, a familiar ache which she would have to rectify when she got home. Not that she minded satisfying herself, but she had to admit that a hot, sexy guy lavishing attention on her body would be a lot more welcome right now. And after spending hours with these guys she really wished that Nathan was taking her out for dinner and then back to his place for a seriously kinky fuck. He was definitely the hottest of the three, but the other two definitely had other desirable assets she’d be more than happy to acquire.

  “You coming for a beer in the nineteenth?” Danny asked, slipping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her towards him. “You played really well. Maybe you can make up our foursome more often!” He winked at the others, allowing himself a lingering glance down Grace’s low cut top.

  “I’d love to,” she said, smiling over at Nathan as she spoke. “It was fun playing with you boys. We should definitely do it again. Although I was sort of hoping that you’d all take me out separately and give me a little one on one training first, before we get together again for the re-match?”

  “I’ll definitely take you out for some one on one! How about tonight?” Adam helped her with her bag as they headed toward the clubhouse.

  Grace shook her head. “Trust you to make it into something naughty, Adam,” she said, pretending to be shocked.

  “I’m free after work on Monday if you want some more practice,” Nathan said, smoothly removing Danny’s hand from her waist and taking her bag from Adam. “I was watching you as you played—I think I have some useful pointers for you.”

  “That would be great, Nathan, thanks,” she smiled, as Adam and Danny made hilarious jokes about Nathan pointing his stick at Grace. Nathan grinned back at her and held her gaze just a little longer than necessary. As they headed into the clubhouse, Grace decided that she was very much looking forward to Monday.

  Monday Morning – The Office

  Grace finished her phone call with Jay Morgan just as Nathan wandered over to her desk.

  “Who were you talking to?” he asked.

  Grace shook her head. “Just an old account from my last job. Thought I’d try and get them to come over to us, but they were uncomfortable with it. Nothing important.”

  Nathan nodded. “How was the rest of your weekend?”

  “It was ok, watched some TV, and did some laundry. Nothing exciting. To be honest, I needed to relax a little bit. I had a few aches after the game on Saturday.” Grace laughed.

  “Then I’ll be more gentle with you next time,” Nathan said. “We can take it as slowly as you like.”

  Grace shivered a little at the possible double meaning in his words. She would love him to come good on his word, but she had a feeling she would have to push it with Nathan. More than the others, he could be a little shy, so a helping hand might be needed for him later.

  “Looking forward to it,” she said as her phone rang again. “I have to get this.”

  “Alright, later.” Nathan went back to his desk, and Grace watched him as she took her phone call. He caught her eye a couple of times and she couldn’t help but smile.

  Grace opened an email and her heart raced. Yes! Jay Morgan had confirmed. He would be at the tournament and he was happy to talk to her about collaborating. If she played this right she would have the deal in the bag, and both her job and (hopefully) her reputation would be secure. She’d be Gary’s golden girl.

  Monday Evening – Back at the Golf Course

  It was starting to get a little chilly as Nathan and Grace approached the fourteenth hole, and the sun was starting to set over the trees. It was actually very relaxing to be out here, just the two of them, and Grace studied Nathan’s body as he lined up his next shot. Her eyes were drawn to the curve of his gorgeous butt and it was only the immediate danger of a golf club to the head that stopped her stepping forward to touch it.

  “Nice ass,” she shouted as he swung, and he swore as the ball curved to the left.

  “Oops,” she giggled trying to see where it had gone.

  She looked back and realized he was watching her.

  “Sorry, that was mean of me … but you’re winning and it’s not fair!” she said.

  Nathan didn’t stop staring and she bit her lip wondering if he was really annoyed.

  “Are you mad at me?”

  “No, not at all … I was just thinking how beautiful you look with the sunset behind you.”

  Grace blushed as he walked towards her. He held her gaze as he slotted his club back into his bag. She couldn’t bring herself to move away, the proximity of his body making her shiver, the smell of his aftershave making her melt.

  “We’re the last ones on the course you know. The guys ahead of us will have finished by now.”

  “Yeah? Did you plan that?” she giggled, feeling suddenly nervous.

  “What do you think?”

  “Oh …” was all she managed before he leaned down and kissed her, his lips crushing hers, his tongue prising open her mouth. His hands were all over her and he pulled her tight against his body so that she could feel his hardness pressed against her thigh.

  “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” he moaned into her mouth. “You’ve been teasing me all around the course with that sexy little dress.”

  As he said it, he slid his hand up her thigh and under the hem of her dress. Grace arched against him as his fingers discovered that not only was she not wearing any underwear, but she was also unrelentingly wet.

  “Oh you naughty girl,” he murmured against her ear, his breath tickling her as he nibbled down her neck and bit the soft skin at the bottom making her gasp. His middle finger traced the outer lips of her pussy, her wetness allowing him to slide easily up to her clit, the gentle pressure as he st
roked and teased leaving her panting, her breathing shallow and desperate. All she could focus on was the lazy slide of his finger, holding her breath to see if he would take it further. Her legs were weak with lust and her knees buckled beneath her as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, The shiny nylon of his shirt made it hard to hold onto him and, as he kissed her more deeply, she slipped and they fell to the ground on the border of the fairway and the rough, her fingers scrabbling to hold on to his shoulders.

  “Ow,” she giggled as she looked up at him, her skirt rucked up over her thighs leaving her exposed sex pushed up tight against his groin. His cock was rock hard and she wriggled a little, the sweet friction on her clit making her shudder.

  “You like that, babe?” he asked, tucking her hair behind her ear. The soft gesture was so at odds with the way he spoke and his usual swagger. Grace felt her heart lurch and pulled back a little. She needed to focus on her plan. The last thing she needed was to fall for Nathan. Although, looking up into his soft brown eyes, she thought it would be very easy to do. She leaned up a little and gently pressed her lips to his.

  “I definitely like that and I want more,” she told him.

  He closed his eyes and kissed her again, running his hand up her thigh and under her backside, pulling her closer to him.

  “Take them off,” she said, catching his bottom lip between her teeth and sucking it into her mouth as she tugged at his trousers.

  “You want to fuck right here?” he mumbled, sounding a little surprised.

  Grace let go of him, planting tiny soft kisses all over his mouth. “Why? Don’t you? I thought that was what you had planned? You made sure we were the last ones on the course.”

  “I was just hoping. I didn’t know if you’d go for it. I didn’t know if you were … that kind of girl.”

  “Well I think you got your answer, so take off those crazy golf shorts. I want to know if you’re wearing anything underneath.”

  Nathan braced himself on his palms so that Grace could undo him. She took in the glorious view of the taut muscles in his arms as he held himself up over her.