index


Message-ID: <48762asstr$1092039002@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: TheCaddy <TheCaddy@Eastlink.ca>
Importance: Normal
Subject: {ASSM} A Golfer's Dream Book II  Chapter Twelve - Touch of a Princess
Lines: 448
Date: Mon,  9 Aug 2004 04:10:02 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d







A Golfer's Dream Book II  Chapter Twelve - Touch of a Princess

<1st attachment, "0212Chapter Twelve Touch of a Princess.txt" begin>

A Golfer's Dream - Book Two Chilly Winter Hot Summer         Written by TheCaddy

Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real 
person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead,
is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are
occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for
conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened.
The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of
sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual;
the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage
children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is
written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such
material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for
material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you
are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of
fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed
further.

Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic
Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless
explicitly indicated otherwise.

This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not
be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written
permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non-
commercial use only, PurchaseOrderas long as it remains entirely intact and 
unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer.

Chapter Twelve - Touch of a Princess

Dave, standing in front of the clubhouse entrance, was staring into space and 
thinking about the bump-and-run technique when he saw the Rolls pull up.  He 
moved towards the front door but noticed Raymond get out the far side and shake 
his head at him.  Dave looked quizzically as Raymond walked around the car and 
opened the back door.  Dave looked in at a smiling Sarah.  She said, "I hope you 
don't mind me coming to pick you up?"

Dave smiled back and climbed into the car beside her.  She explained the reason 
she had come, "We've been invited to a formal tonight.  We hadn't planned on 
going but the Harrison family insisted we attend - so Daddy has made 
arrangements for you to have a good tuxedo for tonight.  Assuming you agree to 
join us, we will pickup the tuxedo on the way home."

Dave looked surprised and asked, "Who is the Harrison family?"

Sarah replied, "Lord Harrison is an advisor to the Queen.  He is very important 
and once he heard we had declined attending because of your visit he insisted 
you join us.  He very much wants to meet you."

Dave's look of surprise didn't change as he wondered how some advisor to the 
Queen would know him.  What Dave didn't know was that his rescue of Sarah in 
Vancouver the previous summer had received huge publicity in London and all of 
the Thurlows' friends knew about him.  

Dave readily agreed to attend the dinner group so they stopped at a very posh 
men's clothing store.  A salesman helped him pick out a shirt, tuxedo with a 
vest, bow tie, and pocket square.  Dave couldn't resist looking at the price tag 
on the tux.  It was 1,000 pounds and when he did the quick and rough two-to-one 
conversion he knew it was over $2,000.  He looked at Sarah, "This is 1,000 
pounds."

She replied, "I know; it's not a very expensive one - but it will do for 
tonight!"  He looked at her bewildered and she misunderstood the look.  She 
suggested, "You can pick out a nicer one if you like."

He just shook his head and simply replied, "No, this is more than enough."

He tried everything on and looked in the mirror.  He was surprised how 
distinguished he looked; when he exited the change room, Sarah squealed, "Oh, my 
God, you look gorgeous."

Dave shrugged to modestly accept her compliment as the tailor motioned for him 
to stand on a low stool so he could mark the proper length of the pants.  The 
tailor made several other marks on the pants, the vest, and the jacket with a 
piece of chalk.  He then turned to Sarah and said, "Miss, I can have the 
alterations completed in thirty minutes."  Dave walked back into the change room 
and pulled his comfortable shorts and golf shirt back on.  The salesman took the 
tux from him and Dave left with Sarah.  They did some shopping in a nearby store 
and Dave quickly realized he was in a very expensive shopping area.  Sarah took 
him into a shoe store where she picked out shoes to go with his black tux.  
Sarah seemed to be enjoying shopping for Dave and he was enjoying the time with 
her even though he wasn't usually much for shopping.  He was having a hard time 
trying to ignore the amount they were spending to get him ready for one dinner 
party.  Another thing he noticed was that Sarah did not actually hand over cash 
or sign credit card slips; the cashiers simply packed up the purchases and 
handed them to her - Sarah and her family must be regular customers.  

Thirty minutes later he and Sarah returned to the clothing store and were met by 
Raymond who had already picked up the tux.  Returning in the car, Sarah talked 
excitedly about the party and Dave nodded agreement even though he would have 
been just as content to stay at the house.  

When they reached the house they decided to have an afternoon swim.  Dave found 
the water refreshing as the summer weather continued to get hotter and hotter.  
When they exited the pool Roxanne was waiting again and a similar routine ensued 
where she helped Sarah dry off then guided Dave back to his room.  

Dave actually knew the way now but he enjoyed the view behind Roxanne so he 
didn't complain about the escort.  As they climbed the stairs, Dave couldn't 
resist peeking up her dress.  He didn't want to be too obvious but he managed a 
few glimpses of her black panties and the way they covered her ass.  

When they arrived at his door, she turned and said, "Sarah is very excited about 
the party tonight.  I think she has bragged you up so much to her friends that 
now she wants to show you off.  She said you looked debonair in your tuxedo 
today.  I can tell you're not too excited about the party - but please try to 
have a good time for Sarah's sake.  She truly cares for you."

Dave nodded understandingly.  As he entered his room, he heard, "See you later, 
Dave."  

He said goodbye then went into the bathroom to shower.  

As usual he hadn't closed the room door; when he exited the bathroom and was 
picking out boxers he heard a noise by the doorway.  This time it was Roxanne 
and she was the one staring at his large swaying member.  He looked at her 
calmly and eventually asked coolly, "Can I help you, Roxanne?"

She finally smiled, looked into his face, and replied, "Sarah asked me to invite 
you down to the library.  She is on the computer and thought you might like to 
send an e-mail home."  Dave hadn't covered up but instead had dried his hair 
with his towel as he listened to Roxanne.  He noticed her trying not to glance 
down but finally she just looked right at his manhood and finished with, "You 
really should close your door, Dave."

Dave cockily replied with a smile, "Why?  Sarah said her parents don't usually 
come into this wing and you and Sarah don't seem to mind."

Roxanne replied, "You mean Sarah has seen you as well?"

Dave explained, "Yes, she was the one waiting for me yesterday when I walked out 
of the shower."

Roxanne replied, "The little minx.  That is why she was so insistent I come up 
here and get you.  She wanted me to walk in on you as well."

Dave laughed and turned to get his boxers from the dresser.  He casually pulled 
them on then found a clean pair of shorts and golf shirt.  He pulled on his 
sneakers and said to Roxanne, "I'm ready when you are."

She grinned and wryly replied, "I'll remember that."  Then she turned and led 
Dave downstairs.  He chuckled as he realized the possible double meaning of his 
words, once again. 

Sarah was smiling bright-eyed at Roxanne when they entered the room and Dave 
heard Roxanne whisper to her, "You are so bad."

Sarah just smiled wider as she patted the chair beside hers for Dave to sit in.  
She showed Dave some of her favorite websites then she created a new user icon 
on the Windows XP home desktop.  She asked him if he needed any more assistance 
and he replied no.  She left the room with Roxanne and Dave heard them giggling 
down the hallway as he started his messages.  He sent one to his parents and one 
each to Julie and Beth.  He told his father about the old Royal Blackheath 
course and explained how difficult it had been for him to adjust to the bump and 
run.

He was just finishing his last message to John when Sarah walked back into the 
room.  She said high tea was waiting in the informal dinning room.  Dave hit the 
send key, logged off, and then followed Sarah to the dinning room.  He was 
getting very familiar with the house layout now and was confident he could find 
his way.

High tea was another fabulous meal.  A conservative amount of salmon was cooked 
to pink perfection and served with bright green vegetables and white rice.  Tea 
cakes followed the main course and Dave noticed that the portions were smaller 
than the previous evening.  He surmised this must have been what Sarah meant as 
high tea.  He further guessed there would be more food at the formal dinner 
party.  The Thurlows mostly talked about the evening's activities.  They were 
leaving at eight o'clock and would not likely return home until after midnight.  
Dave thought how tired he would be in the morning but nodded attentively.  After 
eating, he walked into the kitchen and thanked Margaret for the wonderful meal.  
She was surprised but pleased.

Dave found Lord Thurlow sitting in his study and asked if he could speak to him.  
Dave explained about not wanting to bother James or Margaret in the morning and 
Lord Thurlow reluctantly agreed to speak to them.  Then Lord Thurlow asked Dave 
who he had golfed with and Dave told him.  Lord Thurlow nodded and said, "I know 
them well.  Did you have a good day?"

Dave explained he had some adjustments to make to the different style of golf 
but he had enjoyed the new experience.  Dave eventually thanked Lord Thurlow 
then went back to his room.  

It was just past seven-thirty so Dave decided to get dressed.  He put on his 
pants and they fit perfectly.  The shirt was next but Dave soon ran into 
trouble.  He couldn't tie the bow tie.  He finally gave up and went for his 
shoes - it suddenly dawned on him that he didn't have anything but white ankle-
length golf socks.  He laughed to himself as he pulled the shoes on without 
socks.  He pulled on the vest and jacket then carried the bow tie and pocket 
square in his hand as he walked to Sarah's room.

He knocked on the door and heard shuffling then Roxanne peeked through a small 
opening.  She saw Dave holding his tie and pocket square then smiled, "Just a 
minute."  She closed the door and after a few moments opened it again and 
invited Dave inside.  He walked in and was pleasantly surprised by Sarah's 
beautiful looks.  She was wearing a formal white dress that accentuated her 
dainty physique.  Her hair was pulled back and Dave was again drawn to her 
riveting green eyes.  

He stared at her dumbfounded and she seemed to be looking at him quizzically.  
He finally mumbled, "You ... look ... You look gorgeous!"  Her smile widened and she 
blushed slightly.

She eventually responded, "Having trouble with the tie?  Let me help you.  Mommy 
showed me how to fix Daddy's long ago."

She walked over to Dave, took the tie from his hand, put it over his head, and 
tucked it under his collar.  She tied a perfect bow then adjusted his jacket and 
patted down his shoulders.  She folded the pocket square and placed it carefully 
in his breast pocket.  She stepped back and said to Roxanne, "Didn't I tell you 
he was ravishing."

Dave smiled then lifted his pants up for the girls to see his bare legs.  Both 
broke out laughing and Sarah chided, "Very nice touch, Dave.  I'll borrow some 
socks from Daddy."  

She left the room as Roxanne stood back and continued to inspect Dave.  She 
paced around looking at him from several angles, then finally walked over to him 
and whispered in his ear, "You look almost as good as you did this afternoon - 
almost, but not quite."

Dave was about to reply when Sarah's tapping shoes announced her return.  He 
could only shoot an arched eyebrow at Roxanne.

Sarah handed Dave the black socks; he pulled them on, pulled his shoes back on, 
and stood up.  He said, "Now, I'm all ready."

He and Sarah walked downstairs arm-in-arm and briefly waited in the front 
hallway for her parents.  Lady Dianna's face light up when she saw them standing 
together and Lord Thurlow smiled warmly.  

Raymond was waiting with the Rolls and the two couples climbed into the back 
seat.  The drive was surprisingly short and Dave soon felt the car stop; Raymond 
immediately opened the door and assisted their exit.  Red carpeting was covering 
the steps leading up to a huge mansion that seemed at least as large as the 
Thurlows'. 

Dave took Sarah's arm and walked up the steps behind Lord Thurlow and Lady 
Dianna.  They entered the main entranceway and were ushered to a formal 
ballroom.  Dave could hear a band playing elevator music as he reached the 
doors.  Lord Thurlow stopped and Dave heard a voice announce, "Lord Thurlow and 
Lady Dianna."  The senior Thurlows walked forward and Dave started to follow 
but, after taking one step, he felt Sarah tug his arm to stop him.  He stopped 
and waited until an older gentleman in a formal suit announced, "Lady Sarah 
Thurlow and Master David MacDonald."  Dave and Sarah then walked forward into 
the large ballroom.  No one seemed to respond overtly to the announced entrance; 
Dave concluded he had some things to learn about social customs as well as golf 
techniques.  

Sarah smoothly guided Dave towards several younger adults standing at the far 
side of the room.  She walked in a very formal manner until she reached her 
friends - then she quickly relaxed and quickly introduced Dave to everyone.  
There were about ten girls and six young men.  Dave had noticed the girls 
staring at him intently as he walked across the floor.  Four of the male youths 
seemed to have very arrogant looks about them because they held their chins 
almost uncomfortably too high.  The other two guys seemed more relaxed.  Dave 
shook all their hands and one of the stuck-up looking guys relaxed when he met 
Dave but the other three seemed to be trying to talk down their noses at Dave 
although he was taller than every one of them.

Sarah told Dave that four of her male friends played golf and that two of them 
had arranged the game he had the next Friday with the two English junior team 
members.  It turned out that the three more casual youths were all golfers.  
Chris and Thomas were members at Blackheath while the third, William, was a 
member at The Belfry.  One of three snobbish guys, Robert, was also a member of 
Blackheath.

The teens soon broke into several small discussion groups and Dave wasn't 
disappointed to see Robert and the other two big snoots go the other way.  
Waitresses were making rounds with drinks and hors d'oeuvres.  Chris noticed 
Dave looking at the three stuck-up guys as they walked away and said, "What 
you're thinking isn't too far off.  They are pretty arrogant - but if they get 
to know you, they're not too bad.  We've heard Sarah talking about you a lot 
over the winter and those three can't understand how she could be attracted to 
anyone but an upscale Englishman like themselves."

Dave just nodded, "You don't seem to have that attitude."

Thomas cut in, "Oh, we can be pretty arrogant too; but if you're as good a 
golfer as your record shows, you can't be all bad."  

Dave wasn't sure if that was a compliment or an insult and just stared at Thomas 
trying to figure out which it was when he felt Chris hit him on the back, 
"Relax, Dave; Thomas is just teasing you."  Thomas suddenly smiled and all four 
of them laughed.

As the talking continued, Dave was surprised he was having a good time and even 
lined up an additional game of golf for the next Thursday with Chris and Thomas.  
Unfortunately, Robert was to be included but Dave hoped he could put him in his 
place with a sound beating on the golf course.

Sarah joined their conversation after a half hour and stood beside Dave holding 
his arm but not getting too close.  Dave thought how at home he would just pull 
her closer to his body but here the atmosphere was much different and that 
didn't seem acceptable.

Lord Thurlow soon strolled over and asked Dave to walk with him.  He escorted 
Dave through the crowd and introduced him to a series of his friends and 
associates.  Dave was pleased to see Edward and Richard from the golf course and 
they took the chance to again brag about beating him.  Dave just smiled and 
continued through the crowd.  

Lord Thurlow finally stopped in front of a very distinguished gentleman.  Lord 
Thurlow introduced, "Dave, this is Lord Harrison.  He is our host and a very 
good friend." 

Lord Harrison shook hands with Dave, "Nice to meet you, son.  That was wonderful 
what you did for Sarah.  She's a sweet girl."  He seemed to see someone 
important in the distance and, as he walked away, he added, "Enjoy the evening."

Dave thanked him then Lord Thurlow thanked Dave and said he could go find Sarah 
again.  As he was walking back, Edward grabbed his arm and said, "Come meet my 
family."

Dave followed him over to an attractive woman and Edward introduced her as his 
wife.  One of Sarah's friends was now standing next to the woman and Edward 
introduced her as his daughter.  Dave shook her hand.  He talked with them for 
several minutes before Sarah walked up and asked Dave for a dance.  Dave excused 
himself and went with Sarah.

Sarah asked how he knew Lord Edward and Dave chuckled, "Lord Edward?"  

"Yes, he is a Member of Parliament."

He again chuckled to himself and thought, "You gotta love golf.  All titles are 
checked at the club house and everyone is just a golfer once on the course."

He was pleased that the dance floor was crowded because he knew his dancing 
ability was very limited and he hoped he could hide in the middle of the crowd.  
Once they reached the dance floor, he guided them deep to the middle where he 
was pleasantly surprised that he adjusted to the formal waltzing quite well.

They danced for two songs before Dave began to yawn.  He looked at his watch and 
was surprised to see it was already ten-thirty.  He had originally thought he 
would only be tired the next morning but the long day, with no nap, was already 
starting to catch up with him.

They left the dance floor and joined Sarah's friends - but Dave couldn't stop 
yawning.  The little bit of wine he drank seemed to be making him even more 
tired and, by eleven o'clock, he was clearly close to being asleep on his feet.  
Sarah took pity on him and advised her parents that she and Dave were leaving.  
Her parents approved, so Sarah found Dave and they said goodbye to her friends.  
Dave told Chris and Thomas he would see them on Thursday, then said goodbye.

The drive home was quiet as Dave dozed and almost fell asleep in the car.  After 
Raymond returned to wait for the senior Thurlows, Sarah led Dave to his room 
then, surprisingly, helped undress him as he hugged and thanked her.  He was 
sitting on the bed in just his boxers setting the alarm for the morning when he 
felt the bed shake.  He switched on the alarm then turned to see Sarah lying on 
top of the covers in just her pretty high-cut white silk panties and matching 
white silk bra.  The soft lights illuminated the room and she looked radiant 
lying there smiling at him.  

He glanced to make sure the door was closed then climbed onto the bed and 
cuddled into her, feeling her flesh press into his almost naked body.  She said, 
"I had fun tonight.  You looked very handsome and I couldn't get my mind off 
your body the whole night.  I hope you don't mind that I sent Roxanne up today.  
I told her I saw you naked yesterday but she wouldn't believe me when I said you 
are so big.  She believes me now."

Dave smiled at her, "You are truly bad; do you know that?"

Sarah's giggle sent tremors through his body and he felt his dick lurch as he 
kissed her tenderly.  

After they parted she asked shyly, "Can I see it again?"

Dave replied, "I told you I have nothing to hide - but you will have to unwrap 
your present yourself."

He rolled onto his back and watched as Sarah climbed to her knees and slowly 
reached one hand across his tenting boxers.  Her other hand took hold of the 
near side of his shorts and he lifted his hips so she could pull them down.  The 
elastic waistband released his swaying pole and she kind of gasped when it 
bounced free just inches from her face.  She pulled his boxers down his legs and 
off his feet.

She just stared at it for several seconds before she gently took hold of it with 
her soft hand.  The feel of her gentle touch felt incredibly erotic and he was 
soon hard as steel.  He was so horny that he knew he would not last very long.  
She was staring at it intently as she started to gently stroke it.  After two 
soft strokes, a bead of liquid seeped out and she gasped and asked, "Did you 
cum?"

Dave fought off a chuckle but replied seriously, "No that is just pre-cum.  That 
happens when I get excited."

She asked, "Am I doing it right?"

Dave's breathing was getting heavier and he panted, "Yes, perfectly.  If you 
keep stroking it, I will cum very soon.  Is that what you want?"

She looked away from his hardness for the first time and into his eyes then 
replied, "I would love to see you cum."

He smiled and just closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation of his princess 
masturbating him.  

She continued to stroke gently.  As he felt his orgasm build, he whispered, "A 
little faster.  That's it; that feels wonderful."  He could feel his balls 
filling up as her soft hand stroked up and down; her strokes became steadily 
quicker and quicker.

As he felt his seed ready to explode, he moved his hand down and pointed his 
pole slightly upward so his juices would not land on the sheets.  He rasped, 
"Keep it pointed up slightly so it doesn't make a mess on the sheets."  

She stroked it twice more and he felt his orgasm flood his senses as his juices 
shot up his pole.  Sarah was surprised by the power as the first pulse flew into 
the air in an arch and landed on his stomach.  She hesitated momentarily until 
he coached, "Keep stroking it."

She continued stroking it and, after three solid spurts, his ejaculation lost 
some of its gusto and slowed to several shorter and weaker spurts.  Finally his 
juices just flowed over the top of her hand and Dave looked at the intensely 
satisfied smile on her face.  Luckily, all of his seed landed on his stomach.  
As his dick softened, she stopped stroking and said, "That was extraordinary.  I 
can't believe how much stuff came out."  She licked the side of her finger, 
tasted the salty liquid, and then made a funny face.  She said it tasted kind of 
gross and the texture was really strange.

He just smiled as she surveyed the mess then got off the bed and went into the 
bathroom.  Dave heard running water then she returned with a warm wet face cloth 
and cleaned up his stomach.

After Dave was totally tidy, she cuddled into his side and whispered, "Thank 
you."

An exhausted and drained Dave only heard her voice faintly as he fell asleep 
sexually satisfied with his princess in his arms.
<1st attachment end>


----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------
Notice: This post has been modified from its original
format.  The post was sent as an email attachment and
has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software.
----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------

-- 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+