Please note; this story is meant to be very silly - but hopefully you'll still find it erotic and enjoyable.
The Extraordinary Day
"What time shall we say then?"
"Is 9.30 ok?"
"Fine, see you then. Please be prompt," was the slightly curt reply.
Next morning Nadine awoke early. The sun was just beginning to throw some light into the bedroom. She leapt from her bed and without delay turned on the shower to warm up and then she pulled off her pyjamas. She'd been looking forward to this day for what seemed like weeks.
She closed her eyes and let the water bounce off of her face. As she soaped her body she wondered about what to wear...
After much deliberation she laid her outfit on the bed. Wrapped in a white towel that contrasted against her dark skin she dried her long dark hair and smiled to herself at the prospect of a sealing the deal.
Her phone then started ringing on her bedside table.
"All set?" Her brother asked.
"Yes, don't worry."
"OK, keep your cool, and don't let him bully you. Are you sure you don't want me to come along?"
"Relax bro, I have it covered. I'll get him twisted round my little finger you'll see."
"Well, let me know how it goes Sis, ok?"
Nadine hadn't always been one for being that bothered about her appearance. That was until last year when she'd finally qualified and gained promotion at work. The extra income meant that she could now afford some nice outfits and this in turn gave her even more self confidence, which she loved.
She also found herself beating off the advances of more men, something else that was a welcome bonus.
Stockings or tights though? That was the big question. She reminded herself she was only going to (hopefully) buy a car, and was not possibly going to meet a future husband. Oh, what the hell she thought as she grabbed the hold up stockings and started to roll them up her super smooth legs. Nadine knew from experience that if she felt good, things seemed to go her way more often than not.
A pair of black satin French knickers was next followed by her favourite push-up lacy bra.
She smiled as she looked at the reflection in the full length mirror. Her chestnut coloured skin complemented the underwear wonderfully she thought. Nadine couldn't resist a few cheeky poses as she blew kisses to invisible admirers.
She heard the Taxi honking its horn outside. She hurriedly put on a white blouse and stepped into a black skirt that finished just above her knees. She then grabbed her bag and rushed out.
"Good morning Miss. Where are we heading?" The driver asked.
As Nadine carefully slid into the back seat in her fitted skirt she passed the driver a strip of paper with the address.
"Ah, very nice, no problem." And with that they pulled out into the morning traffic.
A short drive later they were out of the grey town and into the green countryside. Nadine studied the luxury properties hidden behind tall fences and bushes as they passed by. One day, she thought, one day...
"Here we are." The driver said and pulled up at the entrance to a well manicured driveway entrance. He then added; "I won't go up the driveway if you don't mind."
"No problem." She replied and then handed over the fare.
She started walking up the drive and it was a couple of minutes before a large old house appeared. It was then that she spotted the object of her desire. The car stood gleaming in the bright morning sun. Parked outside a barn, the roof was already down and the deep black paintwork looked as good as new.
As she stood there trying to contain her excitement, she heard a door to the house close shut.
"Isn't she a beauty?" An older man dressed in tweed called over.
She smiled, nodded and looked back to the car. Over the next 30 minutes she went over the whole car with a toothpick, inside the boot, under the bonnet. The roof was raised and lowered 3 times without fault. Nadine was struggling to find anything wrong with the 5 year old car. Her brother had given her lots of little tips and things to look for, to use as bargaining chips, but so far she'd come up empty handed.
"Go on take a seat then." The man encouraged her.
Taking the drivers seat and making sure her skirt was not riding up too much she turned the ignition key. The engine purred into life and then sat there idling like a Swiss watch.
As she started to ask about the cars history, the man opened the glove compartment and produced a folder full of service history and receipts.
The young woman was impressed but something nagged away at her...
"Do you want to drive her then?" The man offered.
"Sure." She replied; trying to not sound too keen.
With the man then sat in the passenger seat they roared off onto the quiet country roads. Nadine couldn't suppress a smile as she drove hard out of a long sweeping corner and snicked up through the gears. I
have
to have this car she thought.
Back at the house, the man asked her to join him inside for a coffee to talk it over.
"So, what do you think?" He asked handing over a mug.
"Well it's very nice," she said a little hesitantly.
"But?" He then saw her visibly squirming on her stool.
Nadine racked her brains for something she could use to bring the price down, but try as she may nothing came to mind.
"It's just the price," she said eventually.
"Yes?" He said raising his eyebrows.
"Well I won't beat around the bush, would you take an offer of £3700 for the car?"
The man slammed his mug down a little too hard and the sound echoed around the large kitchen.
"800 pounds less than my asking price?" He said, clearly agitated.
"Ok, I can go as high as £3850," she said, avoiding looking at the man.
"You have got to be kidding; they only made 500 of this model and this is number 15 off of the production line," he continued "full service history, one owner, it's only done 1000 miles for goodness sake."
Nadine stood up and was about to open her mouth when the man spoke again;
"You haven't got enough money, have you?"
Nadine tried to think of something to say to get her out of this situation. Her dream car was slipping though her fingers with every second that passed.
"Not quite." She said in a quiet voice.
"That's an understatement I'd say!" He looked her up and down, "You're a dreamer."
Clearly annoyed with herself Nadine made for the door.
"Where are you going?" He called, in a slightly mocking tone.
As she turned the door handle the man walked up close to her shoulder and put his hand on the door.
"I thought you wanted the car?"
Confused, Nadine looked up the man.
