From Lotto to Giotto - Sex Stories

From Lotto to Giotto

Geoff was the regular nine to five guy. At thirty five and grossing 38k plus bonus, he was making considerably more than his closest friends. Geoff was ambitious, unrealistically so. He knew that with the right breaks and some contacts, he could be earning fifty percent more in five years, but even then it wouldn’t satisfy his craving for the fast lane. Twice a week, he walked the short distance between the car park and his gym and would linger at the Lamborghini showroom, where the latest model had been delivered. It was like a big cat framed in steel and an engine that purred like a leopard. He knew that it was miles beyond his spending power and always would be. Like the two sexy sales girls who worked the dealership, it was out of his league. In his voyeuristic curiosity, he had never gone beyond a furtive peek through the showroom windows. He felt like a boy eyeing that teasing glimpse of a top shelf magazine at the news vendor. He imagined the throbbing of the engine and the moist sexual delights of the two ladies and it made him envious of men who had it all. One day, the blonde girl was polishing a tiny speck of dust from the wing mirror just as Geoff was passing. She had on a short red skirt, and heels. She looked at Geoff and smiled with that slightly patronising glance, which said ‘dream on buddy.’ Her legs matched her face and body, and like her friend she was as unattainable as the car. Feeling like a twit and his pride knocked, he manned up and entered the show ...

... room. “Good afternoon,” said the girl. "Admiring the new model, I see.” “Yes. It’s a fantastic piece of engineering. Hope you don’t mind me taking a closer look?” “Indeed,” said the girl. "This is the Giotto LV 740. Nought to sixty in 2.8 seconds and top speed of 217 mph.” ”Wow! Don’t!” The blonde was presently joined by her colleague, a brunette with mousy highlights who was about the same age and was, Geoff thought, the senior saleswoman. Her heels tip-tapped on the floor around the car, as she came to see if he was a serious buyer or not. A pang of lust shot through his loins as he admired the curves of the girls’ hips through their tight-fitting skirts and the smoothness of their unblemished bare legs. The dark-haired girl sported an ankle bracelet, drawing his attention even more. “Thinking of a test drive?” she said, with a hint of irony that was not lost on Geoff. “If only. Just thought window shopping was a little impolite, so…” “Okay, well you can look, but don’t touch,” she added, adjusting her black skirt and simultaneously jiggling her lovely boobs, which were nestling inside her shiny emerald blouse. “How much is a test drive? Just out of interest?” She gave a quiet inward laugh before she spoke. “An accompanied test drive is £1500, which is refunded when you buy the car.” Geoff gulped and nodded. He looked at the price card, which was on the little stand by the car, but it simply read, ‘Please Ask.’ He knew from his research that it was well into six figures. He ...