From Lotto to Giotto - Sex Stories

From Lotto to Giotto

... looked from girl to girl. They oozed potent sensuality and even their faintly patronising airs didn’t diminish the effect they had on him. His feelings of lust for them and his desire to own the car, made his heart beat quickly. “Okay, well thank you for the time,” said Geoff. The gym beckons.” “All right, have a good work out,” said the blonde. “Have a good evening,” added the other girl. Geoff took one last indulgent glance at the impossibly sleek lines of the car and the curvaceous beauties and headed out into reality. The two sales girls mused over their ‘customer’ when he had gone. “Awww he’s sweet,” said Claudia, the blonde. “Not in your league though?” said Tia. “And what league would that be?!” “The one that’s drooling over an Asprey’s crocodile skin hand bag.” “Oh, someone’s been snooping on my browser!” “I’m your boss, I get to do that,” said Tia, with a wink. “ I only need to shift two of these…” “Hmmm… well, don’t expect to see gym boy again any time soon.” -----00000----- Geoff was a senior sales rep for a major tool manufacturer and his region took in Merseyside, Manchester and the north west. One week a month, he would visit his branches and the various trade desks to show them the latest samples. Being on the road, Geoff would miss his twice weekly fix of Italian sports car and high class babe. On the Monday afternoon, he stopped at the petrol station to fill up, and picked up a lucky dip from the lotto machine. He always did the one line for the Saturday ...

... draw and always a lucky dip. He figured if he kept the same numbers, he would memorize them and the one time he forgot, would be when they came up! Geoff spent his days on the road, and in the evening he would shower, dine and watch the porn channel on the hotel satellite TV. Being the UK, it was soft core. His inspiration for the moment of satisfaction was the blonde one in the showroom, as he took her from behind, panties around her ankles, over the bonnet of a red Aventador, unloading his cum in a joint fantasy of woman and car. As he drove south for the weekend, he overtook a middle lane sloucher in his company Audi and imagined the thrust of the Giotto with its V12 engine. He would burn up the road in a flash in his mind, before coming back to Earth in his sensible saloon. On the Saturday at 8pm, he poured himself a glass of red wine as usual and switched on the TV to watch the national lottery draw. “Another five minutes I’ll never get back,” he said to himself as Merlin powered up, swirling the coloured balls inside the Perspex hopper. Geoff unfolded his lotto chitty and read the line as number 5 rolled out. It was a match. “Hmmm… good start anyway.” When he matched with the second ball, number 12, he smiled. “That’ll be it though.” Suddenly he had three numbers. “Ooh good old number 22. Not had twenty five pounds for a while.” When he matched with ball four, he sat up, as number 31 rolled down the shoot. As the fifth ball, another green one rolled into position, Geoff ...