The Extraordinary Day

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.

"I do." She replied honestly.

"Listen, I've just given you an hour of my time, I want to sell my car, but I don't want to mess around every day with time wasters. How about you give me an honest day's work to make up the short fall? And you can drive the car home tonight."

"Work?" She enquired hesitantly.

"Yeah, you know, it's a big house. There is always something that needs doing."

"I'm not sure I can be of much use to you." She said honestly.

"Look, if you're still here at 5.30 tonight you can drive home in the soft top when you're done?"

All she could think of was driving that car away...

"Ok, deal, shake on it."

As soon as they shook hands, she relaxed - the car was hers. Just got to get through the next 7 hours or so she said to herself, how hard can that be she thought? The man suddenly became much friendlier. He clasped his hands together and said;

"That's settled then," he put a large arm around Nadine, "would you mind taking coffee up to my daughter?"

This sounded very doable to her.

"Sure, no problem."

"It's the last door on the second floor - up the stairs and keep going straight on."

Nadine left her bag on the side and picked up the tray. The room was easy to find and she knocked on the door with more than a little trepidation.

"Yes?" She heard in soft reply.

She let herself in. Once inside, it felt like she'd walked back in time. It was a large room with very high ceilings, decorated in a very old fashioned style. Tall bay windows opened out to views of the gardens. A large four poster bed with drapes dominated the room. Sunlight streamed into the room illuminating a young woman about the same age as her sat up in bed.

"Who are you?" The young woman enquired.

"Oh, I'm just helping around the house today."

"Do you have a name?"

"Nadine."

"That's an odd name."

Nadine gave an involuntary shrug of her shoulders and placed the tray on the bedside table and then noticed the young lady was wearing a very frumpy frilly nightdress.

Without thinking she piped up; "Oh, you want to get down to Introspective in the high street."

"Intro what?" came the reply.

"They do great nightwear - very sexy, you'd look great in a silk camisole."

"I'm sure!"

Nadine wandered over to the windows to look at the view. It was eerily quite today. It took her a minute or two to realise she couldn't hear any airplanes - that was what was missing. How strange she thought; probably another baggage handlers strike...

After a while she felt like she was being watched.

"You are very pretty you know," the young lady offered. "What lovely clothes you wear."

"Oh these," she looked down at herself discounting the compliment.

"What undergarments do you wear?" She went on.

"Me?" She thought it was a far better way to spend her time in here rather than washing cars, gardening or something.

"I'll show you if you like."

"Please do."

Framed against the strong sunlight coming in through the big windows, Nadine began taking off her blouse. Once down to her bra she forgot where she was and let the back of her hands brush against her breasts.

"Beautiful." The young woman said.

Nadine unzipped her skirt and then wriggled it down over her hips till it fell on the floor.

"Wonderful."

She stood there in her underwear. She had to admit the sun felt great on her exposed flesh.

"See," she said "the boys love this shit." Indicating her black silky bra and matching French knickers.

"Shit?" The young woman said quietly.

She was enjoying herself now. "And these," stroking over her hold up stockings, "they fucking love stockings."

"And the girls? Do they enjoy this look?"

"I would imagine so; it makes you feel soooo sexy."

After a pause the woman spoke again; "Would you mind washing me please?"

Nadine looked confused, where did that come from? Ah, she thought; maybe the young woman was disabled or something. That would explain why she was still in bed at 11am...

"Err, sure," she turned and looked around for a bathroom or something.

"It's Caroline, by the way, and you'll find what you need over there, it's all ready for you," pointing at an alcove.

Nadine returned with a large bowl of warm water and a flannel.

"You'll have to forgive me, I haven't done this before."

"I'm sure you'll do fine," Caroline said smiling.

Nadine then realised she was still in her underwear; "hold on, I'd better get dressed."

"Don't on my account."

Oh what the hell she thought, I'd probably get my clothes wet anyway. She then started to pull back the bed covers. Caroline lifted her arms so Nadine could pull the nightdress off. She looked down at the young woman's body. She noticed she was a very slender build. Her skin was so pale and so smooth looking. She then also noticed Caroline had a thick mass of pubic hair down below.

She started washing around Caroline's neck. Then she moved to her breasts; they were very small, but judging by the sighs coming from Caroline they were very sensitive.

"Lean forward for me, if you can."

Caroline complied and came face to face with her. They smiled at each other for a moment and Nadine thought for a second Caroline was going to try and kiss her. She towelled her dry and lay her back down. Looking down Caroline's body she spoke;

"You know the boys don't really go for the thick bush," pointing down the bed.

"What about the girls?" She said, realising what she had meant.

"Oh, I think they are probably of the same opinion." Nadine replied.

"What is to be done then?"

"Well, we could shave it off - or at least trim it back."

"Are you shaved?"

Without thinking, Nadine said;

"Oh yeah - look;" and with that she pulled her knickers down enough to show Caroline her neat smooth pussy.

"Goodness, well if you really think so."

"Great, give me a minute." She disappeared, but came back flustered. "I can't find any shaving gear - all I can find is these scissors."

She sat back down on the bed; "I'll do my best with these, open your legs for me."

Caroline dutifully pulled her knees up slightly and opened her legs.

She began trimming away the hair. Once the worst of it was off she began to carefully trim it as short as she could. This did involve a lot of contact with the woman's privates. Caroline was purring and she realised the young woman was getting aroused by all of the attention.

She watched as the Caroline's sex bit by bit revealed itself. She had to admit she had a beautiful pussy - no, a perfect pussy.

Oh my, Nadine thought as she watched a trickle of juice run from the entrance. Caroline was starting to fidget and raising her hips off of the bed. Realising she couldn't leave the poor creature in this state; she finished and put the scissors down.

With one hand Nadine opened up the folds of Caroline's sex. She sought out her hard little bud and with the other hand began to gently rub. It was like an electric shock for Caroline. She bucked back, her body all tensed up. Nadine smiled to herself and realised she was enjoying this immensely too.

Caroline reached forward and gently caressed Nadine's bottom. Nadine started building up the speed and applied a little more pressure.

"That's it!" Caroline cried out suddenly; "Don't stop!"

She carried on rubbing the clit for all of her worth. A minute later Caroline gasped out and started shaking. After coming down from her orgasm, Caroline held Nadine's hand and actually started weeping.

Nadine brushed away a tear; "good huh?"

"Wonderful. I wonder if you would mind awfully getting me a glass of cold water?"

Nadine got up and started dressing.

"Sure thing."

At the door she looked back at the still naked Caroline and smiled.

She then dashed down the stairs. In the large hallway things looked somehow different. She couldn't find the door she'd come in from the kitchen.

Wondering around she then heard voices from behind a ornate door. She put her ear to the door. It sounded like two men laughing and joking. She knocked and walked in.

"So sorry..." She began before stopping in her tracks. Looking into the room she saw two young men playing pool. They stopped playing straight away and stared at her. The very strange thing was that the two men were in fancy dress. They both wore costumes of gentry folk from years gone by; waistcoats over frilly shirts, breaches and long white socks.

Nadine looked over to a side board and spied a jug of water with a tray of glasses beside.

"I was just hoping to get a glass of water for Caroline."

The taller of the young men walked over; "That's Lady Caroline to you."

"Whatever," she replied and made her way over to the sideboard. She poured two glasses and turned around. The cool glasses felt good resting against her breasts. It was then she realised she'd been greatly aroused by bringing Caroline to orgasm.

The other man walked over so they were both standing either side of her.

"What's with the costumes then boys?" She enquired looking them both up and down.

The two men looked at each other.

"Put the glasses down," the taller one then said. She did, and as she turned back she saw the men staring at her chest. She looked down and saw her nipples were rock hard and clearly showing through her thin blouse.

"Oh dear, I hate it when they do that," she said chuckling.

The shorter man got behind her and grabbed her hands and held them by her side. Well this is a turn up for the books she thought to herself.

The other man stepped forward. He was still holding his cue and began using the thick end to push up her skirt. He worked the smooth wood up her thighs. Eventually he rested it against her crotch. She gasped and threw her head back. This only encouraged the man and he began sawing the cue back and forwards. She became aware of the man behind pushing his erection against her bum. The man in front also stood against her so she could feel his hard cock through his trousers against her side.

Christ, she thought to herself; two men at the same time - what a day. She pictured what they were going to do with her. She knew she was going to come.

"Please, harder," she pleaded. The man rubbed away until her legs wobbled and she started her orgasm.

When she started getting her self together they released her and started laughing like little boys. Nadine felt used and humiliated. She straightened down her dress, grabbed the glasses and made for the door.

"Arseholes," she said before leaving the room.

Back up the stairs she pulled the door handle down with her elbow and walked in.

She put the glasses down on the side and turned around.

"Sorry I've been so long," she began.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Nadine said "I've got the wrong room. She looked on at a different, older woman sitting up in bed.

"Do I know you?" The woman said.

"Err, no I don't think so," She replied; but she was oddly very familiar. She looked around the room - it was identical to the other one.

"I'm Caroline," the woman said cheerfully.

Nadine studied her closer. No, it couldn't be she thought. The woman had the same features as the younger woman but well, just what? 10 or 15 years older? The voice too was exactly the same.

"Come and sit here," Caroline said patting the bed.

She coyly did as she was asked and perched on the side of the bed.

The older woman began stroking her thigh, "You know; we have met before - a long time ago." She said in a soft voice, "don't you remember?"

Nadine remained silent. Caroline then pushed her bed covers down the bed.

Her eye's widened as she looked on at the beautiful body before her. Caroline opened her legs and she saw she was totally smooth down there.

"Remember now? Be a good girl and take off your clothes dear."

Nadine thought for a moment. Well, it's got to be more fun than polishing the family silver.

She stood up and began taking off her top. She looked down at Caroline to see her hand was busy rubbing her own clit.

She quickly removed the rest of her clothes including the stockings. She stood there naked in front of the older woman. Her nipples were still erect and she instinctively stroked them with her hands. Caroline purred as she watched.

"Come here," she said, "I want to taste you."

Nadine climbed onto the bed and swung a leg over Caroline's head. She looked down, and thought the contrast between her own dark skin and Caroline's paleness was captivating.

She gently lowered herself until she rested her pussy over Caroline's face. The older woman was obviously delighted to find her already so wet and she eagerly lapped away at her.

Nadine had it admit, it felt truly wonderful. She began kneading her own breasts again and tweaking her nipples. She then felt a hand pushing against her back - pushing her forward. She lay down across Caroline's warm body. She looked on at the baby smooth pussy in front of her. She then began planting kisses all around before the urge to taste her first woman overwhelmed her. She swiped her tongue up and down her folds before pushing as deep as she could. She lapped at the juice oozing out. Wow, she thought - this is ace.

Caroline was wriggling around like crazy. Nadine then pushed two fingers inside the older woman and rubbed her clit with her thumb.

Caroline started bucking as her orgasm hit her. Nadine noticed Caroline had stopped licking her. Disappointed in not coming herself, she climbed off after a minute or two.

Nadine was still as horny as hell. She wondered if Caroline would mind if she just brought herself off. In the end Caroline made her mind up for her. She turned her back to her and pulled the covers back over herself.

That's a bit rude, Nadine thought to herself. She then sat down in a chair on the other side of the room. She was about to start playing with herself before a thought hit her; I wonder..?

Quickly she dressed and darted from the room. She ran down the stairs two at a time and slid to a stop outside the ornate door. She didn't knock, but just barged in.

Two men were sitting opposite each other smoking pipes. They looked up at her in wonder and then looked at each other. The men were probably in their thirties she thought, and dressed in the same ridiculous attire as the young men before.

Nadine stood with her hands on her hips; "can I do anything for you chaps?"

"Do we know you?" The taller of the two said. The other man got up and whispered something into the other mans ear. She heard him say; "are you sure?"

Nadine found her voice; "Yes it's me, now are you going to do the gentlemanly thing this time?" "Or are you going to chicken out like little boys again?"

They were both up in a flash and stood either side of her. She giggled before darting to the other side of the room. Laughing at them she said; "if you can catch me, you can have me."

The two men looked at each other bewildered.

"Looks like we've got a live one here Tom," the shorter man said.

"Perhaps we should teach her a lesson?"

Tom turned the key in the lock and indicated to his friend to take the other side of the room. The two men then edged their way towards her. When they'd got only a few feet from her she pulled her skirt up and sprang up onto a chair and then leapt across to another. Tom made for an ankle but just missed.

"Come on chaps," she taunted "You can do better than that."

This time the two men worked together to box her in. She realised she was trapped. She made one last attempt to break out, but Tom grabbed an arm, and in one swift move pushed her across a chaise long.

"Hold her arms Charles."

Charles did as he was asked and held a wriggling Nadine tight. Tom stepped back and began undressing. She looked on with a wicked smile.

She was enjoying the show, and when the man pushed his undergarments down she caught sight of his already hard cock. She studied the pole swinging in the air. The man was blessed; his member jutted out obscenely and thick veins pulsed on its side. A large tight ball sack hung down and she wondered how much spunk was contained inside.

He walked forward holding his cock. When he was only a few inches away from her face, he began to pull back his foreskin. She licked her lips as she saw the end was already leaking pre cum.

Without prompting she forced herself forward to try and reach him. Charles held her tight though and she couldn't quite bridge the gap.

She opened her mouth wide in anticipation. Eventually Tom relented and pushed his cock head into her receptive mouth. She hummed happily as she worked him with her lips and tongue.

Charles released his grip on her and started undressing. After a moment, she glanced sideways to see another hard cock coming into view. He then walked over and started undressing her. Once she was naked he started groping her all over. He was especially taken by her bottom and roughly squeezed each cheek in turn.

She then reached out and found Charles cock. She held him tight and then started wanking him hard. After only a few minutes of this Charles broke free from her grip and sat down beside her. With ease he lifted her up by the hips and placed her over his lap.

She reached down to guide his cock to her entrance. Charles had other plans though. He held her off him and just began swiping his engorged cock along her wet slit. It was soon coated in her sticky fluid.

Nadine gasped out loud when she felt him direct his cock to her rear entrance. He let her weight go and she slid down onto his member. Once she was all the way down she relaxed slightly. God that felt good she thought.

Tom withdrew his cock from her mouth and got to his knees in front of her.

Nadine realised what was about to happen. Tom edged forward and pressed his large cock to her empty pussy.

Once he'd got the head in he rested. He then took a deep breath and pushed steadily in until he was balls deep. She threw her head back and rested it on Charles's shoulder.

Tom began thrusting. She had never felt sensations like it - being so full. The men appeared to be communicating with each other somehow, raised eyebrows and such like.

Charles nodded to Tom and then stared lifting her off of his cock. When he was almost all the way out he dropped her down again. All three of them were sweating now. Charles sped up suddenly and held himself deep inside her. He cried out as he felt his cock shooting a full load deep into her rear passage. A few second later Tom pushed as much of his cock in as he could and she cried out this time as she felt the cock pulsing.

Tom eventually withdrew. As the head slipped free, a huge amount of cum dripped out down onto his friends lap. She reached forward and again took Tom's softening cock into her mouth. She teased every last drop of cum out before licking her lips. Charles then lifted her off of him, and he too watched as his cum dripped out steadily.

The two men then started dressing. Tom turned to her;

"You'd better be going."

She nodded and began dressing herself. Once she was presentable she unlocked the door and slipped outside. She looked at the Grandfather clock and was surprised to see it showed the time as 4.45. She was about to start searching for the kitchen door again when she realised she'd forgotten her stockings. "Dam it," she said quietly to herself.

She pushed open the door again;

"Sorry, me again, can I just grab..." She gulped at what she saw. The room was empty apart from an old man wearing an old Army uniform, leaning against the fireplace puffing away on a pipe.

"And who may you be?" He barked, "Barging in here without knocking."

"Sorry, err, Sir,"

"Come here," he said loudly. She did as she was told and stood in front of him looking down at her feet.

"What have you got to say for yourself?" Before she could answer he carried on, "I should bloody well put you over my knee my girl - bloody insolence."

A vision flashed before her eyes, and she just smiled back at him. He put his pipe down and grabbed her arm. Indeed, before she knew it she was across his lap.

My my, she thought to herself - this is definitely a day for new experiences!

The man started smacking her bottom. She thought it didn't really hurt at all. After a while though, he began striking harder. He was harking on about slipping standards and all that.

He suddenly stopped and she felt her skirt being pulled up to her waist. He stroked her cheeks a little before carrying on. Ooh, that feels better she thought to herself. Her panties offered little protection and after what seemed like a long time her panties were then roughly pulled down. He then went to town, smacking hard on each cheek until they were glowing. He was out of breath by now and had to stop. She then felt his rough fingers exploring between her legs. He found her open and receptive, so pushed a fat finger inside.

Nadine groaned with pleasure, this encouraged the old man and he pushed another in.

"You like that don't you, you whore," he sneered.

She wasn't entirely happy with his turn of phrase but she nodded. He continued and didn't stop pumping until she came hard across his lap.

Nadine then got herself up. Her legs were a bit wobbly, but she managed to straighten her clothing.

The old man just sat there, as she then walked to the door and left the room.

Outside, Nadine looked around the hallway. She wandered back and forth for some time (whilst rubbing her bottom) before she found the door she was hoping led back to the kitchen.

She walked through, and there at the table sat the first man. He looked up when she shakily entered.

"How are you getting on?" He asked cheerfully.

"I think I'm just about done in," she replied truthfully.

"But you've only been hear ten minutes." He said sounding genuinely surprised.

She stood and stared at him for a while before she spoke;

"Fuck this for a game of soldiers," and grabbing her bag she made for the exit as quick as her tired legs could carry her.

"Hey," he shouted just as she opened the door. She turned around just in time to catch a set of keys flying through the air.

"Only joking with you, you'll want these," he said with a broad smile.

--------------------------------------------------------------------

Nadine woke the next day with a lovely gooiness between her legs. What a dream she thought. She looked across at the alarm clock; better get going girl, she said to herself.

She swung herself out of bed and picked up her packet of contraceptive pills.

"Shit!" She had evidently forgotten to take her pill the day before. She got up and looked out of the window. Her new car stood proudly on the driveway.

"I fucking hope it was a dream..." She said quietly.

The End.