I'd just bought myself a new car, and I mean new -- fresh out of the factory. Not something I could normally afford but I'd done a favour for a bigwig in the factory and he arranged for me to have one cheap. By an odd coincidence the foreman at the time thought the car was going to be a VIP special and had arranged for all those little extras to be installed.
I was very happy with my deal. Now all I had to do was flog off my old car. She wasn't a bad vehicle and was good for a few more years of reliable service. If it hadn't been for this stroke of luck I'd have retained her for those few years myself.
I put in an ad offering my old car for a reasonable price, or what I thought was a reasonable price. Knowing people would want to beat the price down I had added a couple of hundred extra so they could twist my arm and talk me down to the real price. If pushed I might even go a hundred or so lower than that, but that was reaching the reluctant stage as I knew what it was worth.
I had the usual assortment come around looking. Those who thought I was an idiot and would let them have the car for next to nothing. Those who were genuine idiots and didn't have the money just yet but if I would just trust them. I explained several times that cash was my preferred method of payment. Personal cheques needed money behind them and I didn't know if they could cover it.
There were a couple of genuine buyers who promptly talked me down the leeway I had built in. They both said they'd think it over and drop past in the next day or so. I suspect that the idea would be to come back in a couple of days and get a little more knocked off. Reasonable tactics and they might work, as I didn't want the thing stuck in my drive forever.
In the afternoon of the second day that I had the car up for sale a young lady came by, interested in purchasing the car. I took one look at her and asked to see her driver's licence because if she didn't have one then I wouldn't be selling her the car. She huffed a bit but extracted her licence, showing that her name was Alice, she was eighteen, and a certified driver.
She looked the car over and seemed to know what she was doing. I mentioned this and she told me her father was a mechanic and taught her all about cars so she wouldn't find herself stranded not knowing what to do. Alice seemed to approve of everything and asked if she could take it for a test drive.
I passed her the keys and hopped in the passenger's seat, leaving her to go. She hopped in, started the car, and backed out onto the road quite competently. She drove it around for about fifteen minutes, giving it a fair workout, before returning to my place.
"It's OK, I guess," she said, "but a bit pricey. What will you really take for it?"
I smiled and knocked a hundred off the price.
"Oh, come on," she protested. "That's still way too much. Surely you can do better than that."
I lost my smile, sighed, and knocked off another hundred.
She winced and bit her lip.
"That's still a little high," she said carefully. "It is an older car, you know."
"Yes, I know," I said agreeably. "One that's in excellent condition, as you know. Why don't you say what you think would be an appropriate price?"
She bit her lip and then offered an amount that was another two hundred down. I was shaking my head when she asked if we could discuss it inside over a cup of coffee. I shrugged and agreed. I wouldn't mind the coffee and a friendly chat wouldn't hurt. Hell, I might even knock off that extra two hundred. It wasn't going to worry me.
I showed her into the front room and told her to take a seat while I made some coffee. She smiled and nodded, sinking gracefully into the seat. I made some coffee and returned with the coffee on a tray along with some milk and sugar in case she wanted them.
We enjoyed the coffee, talking about nothing in particular, me waiting for her to broach the subject and her not in any great hurry to do so.
As soon as the coffee was finished she sighed and made her confession. She really liked the car and wanted it but the price she'd quoted was all the money she had. It would take her weeks to get another couple of hundred and I'd probably have sold it by then as she knew I couldn't really hold it for her.
I rubbed my chin thoughtfully, trying to look serious, already resigned to the fact that I was going to let her have it at her price. Then she upped the stakes.
"I'm sure we can come to an agreement," she said, blushing slightly, as she dropped something frilly on the coffee table.
"Stand up," I said softly, rising to my feet and moving around in front of her.
Still blushing she did so and I reached down and lifted the front of her dress. A neat little tuft of curls was on display, no panties there to hinder the view.
"Do you understand what you're doing?" I asked, and she nodded quickly, her blush rising higher. She was also breathing a little heavier, her lips slightly parted and her tongue just visible between them. The very idea was exciting her, arousing her.
"In that case, if you're prepared to take the consequences, you may finish getting undressed and I'll be prepared to sell you a car."
She didn't have much else on, just her dress and a bra. The weather was warm and there was no need for heavier clothing. It doesn't take long for a young lady to take of a couple of items of clothing. Ages for them to put them on, but they come off quite fast.
