When I wake up the next morning, it takes me a moment to realize what happened last night. The (unofficial) first date with Martha, our kiss, and that I fingered her to orgasm. She is still sound asleep in my arms. Only now do I notice that my rock-hard erection is poking into her soft buttocks. I still haven't cum since our departure, and actually not even a few days before that. That's why I'm so tense. Before an embarrassing situation can arise, I try to carefully free myself from the embrace with Martha. She mumbles something in her sleep. "Shhh, just sleep a little longer," I whisper.
Quietly, I go to the kitchen and see if I can find something for breakfast. Normally, a housekeeper comes daily to keep everything in tip-top shape and also restocks the fridge. I'm not exactly Gordon Ramsay in the kitchen, but I can still manage to whip up some bacon and eggs. Furthermore, I toast some bread, make a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, and of course, a glass of champagne for Martha and a coffee for me. I still have to drive today, of course.
After I having placed everything on a tray, I carefully go back upstairs. Martha is still snoozing a bit. When I walk in, she looks at me with a blissful smile. "I haven't slept this well in a long time. And haven't been so pleasantly surprised in the morning either," she says.
"Glad to hear that." I also slept very well. Hopefully, you'll still find it a nice surprise once you've tasted it," I reply as I set the tray on the bed. This way, we eat our breakfast calmly while enjoying the morning breeze coming through the window, with of course a beautiful view of the lake.
After our breakfast, I set the tray aside and come back to lie next to Martha. She rests her head on my chest. This way, we continue to enjoy each other's company for a little longer. Then Martha pulls out her phone and shows the photos from yesterday. Together, we choose the best ones to post on her Instagram.
"Shouldn't we also include a clip of you behind the wheel?" I suggest. "Good idea, I've never posted that kind of content before. Really something new," she replies. Amazingly quickly, she made a video of different pieces of material and posted it as well. "I'm curious to see what they will think of this," I say. Martha nods.
We stay like this for a little longer before we look at the clock and realize that we really have to get up. Martha goes to her room to shower and get ready. I do the same in my room.
About half an hour later, we are both standing on the driveway, ready for the next part of the journey. Today we are driving towards Geneva. But to keep it a bit fun, we avoid the highway. So we take the scenic route with winding roads and beautiful views.
Because we will be in the car for most of the day, I'm wearing shorts with a polo shirt. If I say so myself, but my broad shoulders and muscular chest look pretty good in it. Martha has chosen a pair of shorts with a tube top. Her breasts are tightly wrapped in the top. I wonder if she's even wearing a bra, I can't see any shapes at all. And the shorts she's wearing are really tight around her butt. This is the most daring outfit she's ever worn, but you won't hear me complaining.
Before we leave, we take some more photos of the car in front of the villa and on the driveway between the cypress trees. This is truly the environment where the Ferrari belongs, aside from a racetrack.
During the ride, we talk about all sorts of things. We are really getting to know each other better. In the meantime, we are amazed by the beautiful views that the Alps have to offer. And of course, we are having fun with the Ferrari. Each time braking for a corner, turning, and then briefly hitting the gas for the next straight stretch. It is very difficult to remember when I have been happier in my life. Only the first time I won a race comes close. It's a pity that the Ferrari can go so fast, this trip could last forever for me. And I hope for Martha too.
Just before noon we stop at a local shop and buy some sandwiches and ingredients for a picnic. After driving a bit further we arrive at a lookout point. With the car parked behind us we sit down on a bench at the edge.
While Martha is making the sandwiches, I can't help but look at her breasts. In that tube top they jiggle slightly. It really has a hypnotic effect. Luckily she is too focused on the sandwich in front of her to notice my peeping.
"That's going to taste good, see. A nice sandwich tastes just as good to me as going to a restaurant," she says, which makes me snap out of my daydream. "For me a restaurant is still better, but yes a sandwich can be very tasty," I admit. Back on earth I notice that my penis is slowly starting to swell. I'm really going to have to solve the problem soon.
We eat our sandwiches and take in the view. I also regularly take in the view of Martha's two mountains.
After the sandwiches, she brings out some strawberries.
"Oh, my favorite fruit," I say, pleasantly surprised. "I didn't know you liked them so much, but I really like it too. Such a summer feeling," says Martha as she bites off a piece of a large strawberry. This causes some juice to drip into her cleavage. My eyes almost fall out of their sockets as I follow the drop down, towards the valley between those beautiful mountains. And not only that, my penis wants to tear itself out of my pants.
"Shit, I can be so clumsy," she curses herself a little. She quickly dabs the juice with a napkin, I hope she doesn't catch my staring. I manage to get myself back to order and try to have a normal conversation. The peace in my pants slowly returns as well.
We clean up the picnic, but before we leave, Martha wants to take a few more photos. For this, I move the car a little. Martha opens the driver's door and pretends to get out. In the meantime, I take a photo from the back of the car with the mountains in the background and, luckily for me, also from the back of Martha's long legs and her exciting shorts. I also take a photo from the front of the car, so we've covered both sides.
