The Influencer and the Heir -

The next morning, I wake up bright and early. I've been looking forward to this day since the trip was planned. Today we are driving to the Monza circuit, the fastest racetrack on the Formula 1 calendar and with a tremendous history. Monza is, in fact, the third oldest circuit in the world. First, we would take photos on the historic part of the track, more specifically at the old banked corner. But then comes the best part, I get to put the pedal to the metal and experience the Ferrari at full chat. But first, we still need to get ready.

When I wake up, I see that Martha is lying on her side with her back to me. I let my eyes glide from her head along her flank, over her hips, and then to her legs. While sleeping, her shorts have crawled a bit between her buttocks. I am rewarded with a beautiful sight. I immediately feel movement between my legs. I am torturing myself by continuing to look, knowing that I am not allowed to unwrap the gift laying next to me in bed. But as long as Martha keeps sleeping, I don't care much. I just get an enormous erection. I really have to control myself not to let my hand slide into my boxers and feel my throbbing member. But I don't dare, imagine if she suddenly wakes up. She wouldn't appreciate that, a complete stranger just masturbating here. After a few more minutes of staring and fantasizing, I decide that it's better to cool off in the shower for a bit.

As I get out of bed, Martha turns onto her back. Her breasts are now very clearly visible in her satin top. I can almost see her nipples. I need to make sure I'm in the bathroom quickly, before she wakes up and sees my massive erection. In the bathroom, I take off my boxers, which were really starting to feel tight. The freedom of my hard cock feels heavenly. I try to ignore my arousal and the allure of my erection. I look at myself in the mirror and yes, I can certainly be satisfied with how I look. But anyway, I should get a move on. First, I shave, and yes, also my gentlemans area. I don't expect to have to use it, but it does look more hygienic. After my extensive shave, I take a cold shower. Normally, I really hate this, but I need to cool down for a bit. I'm getting dressed. Because it's going to be warm today, I'll just stick with shorts and a linen shirt, and of course my Omega Speedmaster.

Once I come out of the bathroom, Martha is also awake. "Good morning, sleeping beauty," I joke. "Don't laugh, my beauty sleep pays my bills just fine," she laughs back. She actually has a really good sense of humor.

"I was just looking at the comments on yesterday's photos." So far, I've only received positive reactions. "Of course, I've also received a lot of responses from men," she says.

I sit down next to her on the bed to take a look at the photos and comments together. She turns herself a bit, giving me a very nice view into her top. "Concentrate on the phone", goes through my mind. I see that she has posted photos of the factory gate, and photos of her behind the wheel and of course in front of the Duomo in Milan. All the female comments are mainly about her dress. The male reactions are mainly something along the lines of "I'd like to take a ride with her too, and of course, with the Ferrari."

I sigh: "Some people just don't think with their brains, do they?"

Martha laughs: "welcome to my world." But alright, I guess I'll get ready too."

After twenty minutes, she comes outside and looks radiant again, which I naturally tell her. For today, she is wearing white shorts with a red floral blouse that shows quite a decent amount of cleavage. Of course, also finished off with the necessary jewelry. She has taste, I have to admit.

"Are we going to have breakfast? I'm starving," she says. "Sounds like a very good idea," I reply.

The hotel's breakfast room is exactly like a ballroom. The one at the Palace of Versailles is nothing compared to it. After a delicious breakfast with bacon and eggs and some croissants, we go to the room to pick up our things before we check out.

The bellboy takes our luggage to the car and then we head towards Monza.

In the car, I ask if she is looking forward to it. Martha admits that she is a bit nervous. She has never driven on a racetrack, and certainly not in a car that can go 210 miles/hour.

"I won't immediately imitate Michael Schumacher," I try to reassure her. I only get a smile as a response for that.

On the otherwise short ride to the circuit, not much more is said.

When we arrive, we are greeted by a volunteer from the circuit. We're lucky, today we're the only ones here, so we can do our thing.

First, we have the photoshoot. For this occasion, Martha is going to change clothes again. She changes into a Ferrari racing suit. "It fits the setting better," she says. I park the car on the slope of the old oval circuit. Martha leans against the car. She takes off the top part of the overalls and ties the sleeves around her waist. She leans against the car in a tank top. Really a serious, but also seductive vibe. No wonder she has 200,000 followers, she knows what's she's doing. For the second set of photos, she puts on the full suit and puts on a racing helmet. Through the windshield, I take a close-up of her beautiful face. Her eyes look very beautiful this way. Finally, she takes a few more photos of the car alone. Jacques can still use those.

Finally, I can drive on the circuit. First, I'm just going to drive a few laps to get to know the circuit. We stick a few GoPros on the car to capture footage while driving. In the meantime, I'm wearing my own racing suit and my own helmet, which I also use when racing my father's old Ferrari. In the meantime, Martha was going to try to make some videos from the pit lane as I zoomed by, well, more like flew by.

The first lap I use to warm up the tires a bit. Then I stop at the starting line and prepare for the first real lap. I step on the throttle and the V12 engine starts to scream. In just 2.9 seconds, I'm already driving at 60 miles/hour. By the time I reach the first corner, I'm well over 120 mph before I hit the brakes. Soon, I find the rhythm of the car and can brake later and accelerate faster after a corner. After a few laps, I come into the pits and say to Martha: "You brought a drone too, right? You should have the drone wait at the last corner, and I'll make sure you get some nice shots." She doesn't understand what I mean, but she'll take care of it. Those influencers actually know quite a bit about photography and have a lot of gadgets with them. So I'm off for one last lap. I turn off all the driving aids with the famous Manettino button. In the final corner, I make sure to execute a nice drift, leaving a trail of tire smoke throughout the entire turn. That must look really good.

When I return to the pits, Martha looks at me with wide eyes. In her gaze, I see astonishment, admiration, and another glimmer that I can't quite place. "Wow, I didn't know you were that good with a car. I did suspect that you drive a lot, but this is still something else."

"Thank you, but the car does a lot too, you know. But it's true, I'm no rookie when it comes to track driving," I smile. "What do the pics look like?"

"Oh super good, really impressive. I'm going to use the GoPro footage to make a video for Instagram and TikTok."

"Okay, sounds good. Do you want to go for a ride?" I ask her. Still a bit nervous, she nods yes.

During the first lap, I keep it quite calm. After that, I start going faster and faster. I notice that Martha is starting to loosen up more and more. In the end, she was even urging me to go faster. Again, I drift through the final corner before we dive into the pits.

"You found that quite enjoyable, didn't you?" I ask.

"At first, I was a bit scared, but damn, what an adrenaline rush," she says enthusiastically. I smile contentedly, "You're starting to understand it more and more, aren't you? Now you get to drive," I say as I toss her the keys.

At first, she looks a bit startled, but then a smile appears on her beautiful face.

We get back in the car, me this time in the passenger seat. I explain to her how to drive best, when to brake, which line to follow through the corners, and so on. After a few laps, I notice that she is gaining a bit more confidence. I also encourage her to press the accelerator deeper. And the best part is, she is starting to enjoy it more and more. In her last round, I don't even give her any more instructions. She really does have a talent for this.

We return to the pits and get out. Martha takes the helmet off her head and shakes her hair. For a brief moment, I feel like I'm in a movie, what a wonderfully beautiful sight.

"Are you sure you've never done this before?" "Because you did it very well, you have a knack for it," I compliment her.

She gets a big, beautiful smile on her face. She begins to shine. "Thank you! I really enjoyed doing it too. I definitely want to do this again, you know."

"I think we can still arrange that," I tell her.

She comes towards me and once again I see that special sparkle in her eyes. Martha gives me a hug that lasts just a bit too long to be friendly and then gives me a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for taking the time to let me experience the car," she says then. To be honest, I only heard half of it; I need to calm the butterflies in my stomach.

We changed back into our normal clothes and headed to our accommodation. Instead of the hotel, I decided to make it a bit nicer and even more luxurious. Martha herself doesn't know about the change of plans yet. When we leave the track, I do mention that I have a surprise, which she is quite curious about.

On the way, she starts asking more questions about how I got into track racing. I have to admit that I'm lucky to know the right people and that's how I got into it. That it's mostly a hobby that got out of hand, but one where I do win something regularly. I notice that she is really interested, and to be honest, it feels good to me.

After a little over an hour, we arrive at our destination. We drove to my dad's villa by Lake Como. Martha's eyes widen as we drive down the long driveway, surrounded by cypress trees, and especially when she sees the house.

Speechless, she gets out. "Looks like it was a successful surprise," I say. Then I explain that the house belongs to my employer, which technically isn't a lie. I take her inside through the impressive hallway to the sitting room with a truly magnificent view of the lake. That alone is worth a million or two. I show her the rest of the house and her room where she can stay.

Because we still have to eat, I tell her to just change for a moment. Something in the style of Grace Kelly, like the 'jetset' of the Riviera. A little later, she comes onto the terrace in a white dress. A dress with a pleated skirt just above the knees, a band around her waist, a subtle neckline, and to top it off, a white bow in her hair. I look at her speechless. "Wow, you look stunning. Beautiful choice." Once again, she gives me that beautiful smile. "Thank you, but I'm really hungry now," she says as she heads towards the car.

I stop her and say, "That's the wrong direction." She looks at me without understanding. I take her through the garden towards the poolhouse. There is a staircase leading to a kind of garage for boats, so we can go out onto the lake from there. In amazement, she looks at the beautiful Riva speedboat. I take her hand and help her on board. I start the engine and carefully sail onto the lake. Martha can't believe what's happening. The house, the boat, the surroundings... all a dream. Once on the lake, I throttle up and glance back for a moment. Martha is enjoying the wind in her hair. She fits perfectly into the picture, just like she does in every setting. While she enjoys herself, I quickly take a few photos. These are for my own memory, unless she wants to post them herself, of course.

After a short boat ride, we arrive at the restaurant. A small place, but with the best food from the lake. After docking, I take Martha's hand to help her off the boat when the owner arrives. "Buonasera Signore Arturo, come stai?"

In fluent Italian, I reply that I am doing very well and ask if he has a table available. While Martha joins me, he leads us to the best table in the place. On the terrace with a view over the lake. Especially now, as evening falls, it's a truly magical sight. She looks genuinely happy, and that's really what it's all about for me.

During dinner, we talk about all sorts of things. About our youth, about the trips we've taken, how it comes that I also have a boating license... After a genuinely pleasant evening, something I didn't expect when I was at the airport two days ago, we head back towards the villa. After a short boat ride, we are back.

Martha hooks back into me and just before we go inside, she stops me for a moment. She looks me in the eyes and then says, "Thank you, Arthur, that was probably the most beautiful evening of my life. No, I am sure that this was the most beautiful evening. The surroundings, the food, but also the company were perfect."

My heart starts to race as she keeps looking at me. We are being drawn to each other. I place my hands against her cheeks and give her a kiss on the lips. My heart explodes into exactly 10,000 pieces. Especially when I notice that she is losing herself in our kiss just as much as I am. After what feels like an eternity, our lips part. "And a perfect ending," I say.

With a heart rate that would still worry any cardiologist, we head upstairs and each go to our rooms. I'm going to my bathroom shortly to freshen up a bit. I just rinse off under the shower. When I enter the room in my boxershorts, still with my hair completely tangled from drying off, I see that Martha is sitting on my bed waiting. When I walk in, she stands up straight. My mouth drops open. She is wearing a beautiful royal blue lace lingerie set. She comes towards me and places a hand on my chest. Without saying anything, she moves closer to me and kisses me again. It takes a few seconds for my brain to process what is happening. I start kissing her back with the same passion she puts into it. Our tongues become entangled in a wonderful game. I place my hands on her waist as we walk to bed, without breaking our kiss.

Martha sinks into the soft cushions while I lie down next to her on my side. We break our kiss for a moment and look at each other lovingly. I can only think about how beautiful she is and she's just lying here next to me. Our lips find each other again, and this time I place my hand on her belly. I caress her soft skin and feel goosebumps forming. She breaks our kiss for a moment to let out a sigh when my fingertips start exploring further down. Her head falls back into the pillow, giving me the perfect opportunity to start nibbling on her earlobe. My fingers have meanwhile found the edge of her thong and are slowly exploring her mound. I feel that she is completely shaved, which is actually my favorite. The further my fingers go, the warmer she gets. Exactly as if she were hiding a blast furnace. Meanwhile, I notice that she starts to breathe and move more restlessly. Martha groans and sighs, encouraging me to go further. Her eyes are closed to fully enjoy the pleasure I'm giving her.

My fingers finally find her labia and wow, are they wet! Slowly, I let my fingers slide through her slit, her moans becoming slightly louder. Carefully, I let a finger slide inside. Her little pussy feels very tight, but especially very warm and very wet. Steadily, I let my finger slide in and out.

"Ohh yes, Arthur, what are you doing to me?", she sighs. The fact that she is enjoying herself so much gives my self-confidence a boost. I slide a second finger inside and press her clit with the pad of my thumb. I have already learned in the past that this is a masterstroke. My mouth reaches her neck, which I explore millimeter by millimeter.

My fingers have now found the rougher part at the top of her love tunnel. By applying pressure, I feel her muscles tense more and breathe irregularly. It won't be long now. I go a little faster until she moans: "Yesss, yesss, YESSS I'm going to cum!"

At the same pace and with the same pressure I continue to finger her. Her pussy contracts around my fingers. She orgasms with a loud scream. I caress her lips a little further before I take my hand out of her panties. Martha is still panting with her eyes closed. I can't help myself and taste my fingers for a moment. She tastes amazing, I decide I'm going to spoil that pussy even more.

When she opens her eyes, she looks at me lovingly and completely relaxed. I press a kiss on her lips. "Thank you, that was amazing." No one has ever pampered me like that. "All the men I've been with only thought about their own pleasure," she says. I feel quite sorry for her. On Instagram, she seems to have an easy life, but she is still missing something in her life.

My erection is about to explode, but tonight it's not about me. Tonight it's all about her. I pull her into an embrace. We lie spooning in bed. My arms tightly around her, in a hug I don't want to let go of. Completely at ease and feeling completely safe for the first time in a long while, Martha falls asleep. Not long after, I also fall asleep, dreaming about what might still happen.