From Lotto to Giotto - Sex Stories

From Lotto to Giotto

... stood up, his mouth dry as he checked it off. There was a feeling of disbelief as he matched the sixth ball. He paused the live TV, his hands shaking as he checked each number one by one. His initial reaction was that he had made a mistake. He had somehow become confused and misread one of the numbers. But there was no doubt about it, he had matched all six balls and it was a roll over, to boot. -----00000----- A week later, the country had entered a mini-heatwave . Geoff would normally at this time be heading for the first of two weekly workouts. However, he had another job to do. He paid the taxi driver, who had stopped outside the Lamborghini show room, and Geoff entered, briefcase in hand. It was deliciously cool, with the air conditioning in the show room. Claudia and Tia looked up and were both surprised to see the now be suited man in their showroom and they were even more surprised when he opened the driver’s door of the yellow Lamborghini Giotto. “Excuse me, Sir!” bellowed Tia, as she made her way to the iconic motor car. “Please. If you want to look, ask for assistance first.” It was Geoff’s turn to be a little sardonic. “I thought it would be okay, seeing as I was going to buy it.” “Oh.” Tia was joined by her friend and the two girls began to fuss around their sharp-dressed customer. “Would you like to see our payment plan?” asked Claudia, with a smile. “Thank you, but no.” “You’re not wasting our time, I hope,” added Tia. Geoff shivered with the sultry seriousness ...

... in her voice. Given the warm weather, the two girls had put on entirely shorter, loose fitting skirts. Their matching white tops showed their lacy bras, in their semi transparency. Geoff allowed himself a little eye wandering before he spoke. “Not at all, I simply said I don’t want to see your payment plan. I assume you take cash?” “Ummm… well, yes. You have cash ?” said Claudia, incredulously. “It’s all here,” said Geoff, patting his briefcase. “Wow! Okay. I’m impressed,” said Tia, involuntarily smoothing down the pleats of her skirt and licking her lips. “Well, if you would like to follow us, we’ll deal with the formalities. You have your driving licence?” said the brunette. “I have, yes.” Geoff was shown to an area with a desk and leather sofa at the back of the showroom where business was done. He helped himself to an ice cold drink from the cool blue water fountain. “I just need you to sign on the two dotted lines,” said Tia. “I’ll just get a photo copy of your licence, won’t be a sec.” Geoff watched her ass wiggle across the little office, as Claudia sat cross legged, her skirt well above her knees, as she entered his details into a laptop. “Almost done,” she said, tapping at the keyboard. “Just the small matter of three hundred and fifteen thousand pounds.” Geoff placed his briefcase on the desk and flicked the catches with a satisfying ‘snap.’ “You can count it, but I think you’ll find it’s right.” Claudia stood up and peered into the case. It made her eyes light up. ...