The Influencer And The Heir Ch 04

After a moment of cuddling to recover from our efforts, Martha stands up and pulls me towards the large walk-in shower. I understand her completely, I am sticky with sweat from our joint efforts. The afterglow of our orgasms still hangs around us. In the shower I hug her and give her a kiss. It feels exactly like we are experiencing our first kiss in the rain in a typical teenage movie. We look at each other with a smile. I feel like a teenager in such a movie, as if my crush of years has just said that she likes me too. We stand against each other for a moment and then start to soap each other. With massaging hands I soap Martha's beautiful body. I enjoy her soft skin and her beautiful curves. I start massaging her head as I shampoo her hair. She seems completely relaxed. "Mmm, I haven't felt this relaxed in ages," she says as she turns around and kisses me, "first fucked well and then massaged." I burst out laughing when she says that last thing and kiss her again. Then it's my turn and Martha starts soaping me up in the same way. Just like she did, I really enjoy it too.

We turn off the shower tap and start drying each other off. Both perfectly happy.

We sit on the bed in our dressing gowns, choosing what to eat. We don't feel like getting dressed again and going out to eat, so we order room service.

"Do you know what I haven't eaten in ages?" she asks me. "A good hamburger. Normally I eat as healthy as possible, but now I really need some calories." "I can understand that," I laugh back. We both choose a hamburger from the hotel menu, although I am a little surprised that they serve that here.

Not even half an hour later, one of the waiters from the restaurant is at our door with a trolley with 2 plates with a silver tray on it. He puts the plates on the table on our terrace. After I give him a tip, he leaves us alone.

While we enjoy our hamburgers, with a view over Lake Geneva, Martha looks at me questioningly. "You know, I have never met anyone who is as comfortable at 150 mph in a sports car as in a palace on an Italian lake and can enjoy a hamburger as if it were a star dinner." As I finish my mouth, I try to think of an answer. "That's not an easy question to answer," I begin as I eat another French fry, "I think I just enjoy life as it is and enjoy everything that comes my way. Although I have to admit that I sometimes give luck a helping hand in life. Call me an opportunist, but I wouldn't want it any other way." Martha seems satisfied with the answer. "Then I should be around you some more. I can still learn some things from you. By always posting everything on Instagram, I feel like I no longer have a life of my own and only do what my followers want to see. In the beginning I could enjoy it, the attention and the gifts, but now it is starting to get boring. It is always the same," she says in a rather sad way. Her answer does something to me. I reach out my hand and take hers and give it a squeeze to let her know that she is not alone. I feel like I better not say much, she needs some time to gather her thoughts.

We continue eating in silence and enjoy the view. Another employee of the hotel comes to clean up. Martha says she still has some work to do, she has to post today's photos. In the meantime I stay on the terrace thinking about what she just said. Could I offer her a way out? A new challenge? With her photography experience and marketing background she could certainly work for me at my job or at another company of my father. If it is not real estate, maybe she wants to work at an advertising company. I decide that I am going to make her an offer, the only problem is that we normally drive back from Geneva to Belgium tomorrow and the trip is over. Then I get an inspiration. I look back and see that the sliding window to the room is closed and Martha is concentrated on her work. I quickly call Jacques and tell him about my plans. At first he reacts a bit grumpy, but he can hardly refuse me, my father and I are his best customers and I am paying for my plan out of my own pocket. Plus he is the one who wants the extra publicity. So his protest is short-lived.

Satisfied with my plan, I go back into the room and kiss Martha's head. "Enough work for today," I say, "you can choose the movie." I pull her to the bed where we lie down cuddling. To my surprise, she chooses 'Kingsmen, the secret service'. "What, I like watching an action movie without having to think. And besides, have you ever seen Taron Egerton, and Colin Firth in a fancy costume?"

I have to laugh, "Oh dear, do I have competition already?"

"No, you're much hotter in your birthday suit," she laughs. I pull her even closer to me while we enjoy the movie.

When the movie is over, we just stay there and then fall asleep.

The next morning I wake up and see that Martha has rolled off me in her sleep. Her bathrobe has fallen open and a large part of her body is exposed. This view makes my penis start to grow and stick out of my bathrobe. It is difficult to contain myself. I carefully undo the belt of the bathrobe and open it a little more. I still cannot believe that such a beautiful lady is lying next to me in bed and certainly not that we had sex yesterday. Now that her body is largely exposed, I bend over her and kiss her neck. I carefully give a few more kisses to her slender neck when Martha starts to wake up.

"Mmm," she sighs as she begins to realize what is going on. I carefully press my lips to hers. "Good morning, sleeping beauty," I whisper between two kisses. She looks me in the eyes and then smiles. In the meantime, I continue with my kisses. First along her earlobe and then down her neck again. Her full breasts rise and fall calmly with her breathing. As I get closer to her nipples, she starts to pant more and more. When I finally kiss her nipple, she lets out a deep sigh. She rubs the back of my head with one hand while I continue to spoil her.

After enjoying her other tit with my lips, I descend further. She willingly opens her legs to expose her already wet twat. The heat radiates from her pussy. I first press a few more kisses on her swollen lips before I let my tongue slide through her slit. Martha shivers with pleasure. She continues to run her hand through my hair. Subtly she presses my head closer to her body. Not that I mind, she tastes delicious. I look up and see that she lets her head fall back into the pillow to enjoy it even more. Her moans become louder and louder. With one hand I stroke towards her breasts that lie like a firm mountain range above me. When I play with her nipple with my fingers, the muscles in her body start to contract and she lets out a long moan. I come away from her pussy and hover over her. She looks at me with a glazed look. "That was wonderful, thank you," she says.

Because I am taller than Martha, I can hover over her. My elbows are on either side of her head. I lean forward more and kiss her on the mouth again. Now she can taste her own sweet taste too. I break our kiss and place my rock-hard erection against her opening. While we look into each other's eyes, nose to nose, I slowly push my cock into her tight pussy. We keep looking into each other's eyes as my cock disappears inch by inch into her. When I am finally completely in her pussy, I press my lips to hers again. While our tongues swirl around each other, I start to slowly thrust in and out of her. I can feel every ridge of her vagina tight around my thick pole. This just feels heavenly. As we lose ourselves in each other, something occurs to me. This is not fucking, this is not just sex, this is making love. And I don't want it to stop. This is probably the best feeling ever, by a fair margin.

As we continue to kiss, I pick up the pace a little. Martha even moans in my mouth. What a horny feeling. It only makes me want to give her a delicious climax.

We break our kiss for a moment when I take a pillow and push it under her lower back, so she lies a bit better and I can penetrate her even deeper. I increase the pace again. Martha's soaked pussy slurps loudly through the whole room. Our moans get louder and louder as we both approach our climax. I hang my head above hers again and look her in the eyes. Her nipples rub against my chest, my cock goes faster and faster into her pussy. I feel my balls tighten. We both moan in unison. My cock swells a bit more and then starts to squirt my seed wildly into her tight little cavern. At that moment Martha also cums with a loud moan. Exhausted from the effort, I let myself fall onto my side next to her.

"Martha, this was amazing. "I've never experienced this before," I admit honestly as I push her hair behind her ear. She caresses my face and then says: "Me neither, that was perfect."

We lie there in silence for a while longer when we realize that we should get up and get ready for the day. We still have to have breakfast and drive a bit today. Just like yesterday, we take a shower together. We wash each other and enjoy each other's bodies again, although it is a bit less extensive than yesterday.

Today we choose a comfortable outfit again for a day in the car. I wear shorts and a polo again and Martha wears shorts and a tank top. She looks beautiful again. Her tanned legs and her cleavage are beautiful.

We hurry to breakfast, with our morning adventure we have lost track of time a bit.

"Few things in life can beat a good breakfast buffet," I say as I sit down with a full plate.

"I think I can beat that," Martha says playfully. "That's why I don't say much," I wink back.

While I'm enjoying my breakfast, I see Martha starting to look more gloomy. I put my cutlery down for a moment and look at her. "What's wrong?" I ask worriedly.

"I'm just thinking that this is our last day. It's been a really great week, it could last much longer for me."

In the meantime, I get a stupid grin on my face. Martha looks at me uncomprehendingly and indignantly.

"In that case, I have good news and even better news," I answer. She looks at me uncomprehendingly.

"Well, the good news is that when we get back home, I plan to see you often. I couldn't miss you," I say. "And not just for our adventures in bed," I whisper behind it. Martha's mouth curls up a bit more.

"And the better news. There's one more stop we'll make before we go home. I called Jacques yesterday. "We're not driving home today, but to... Paris," I say with a big smile. Martha's smile grows even bigger and now reaches her green-gray eyes. "Do you really mean that?" she asks. I nod clearly, "Yes, of course."

With a cheerful gait she walks next to me back to the room to get our suitcases. After checking out, we go back to the Ferrari. When the V12 engine wakes up, I say: "I'll never get tired of that sound."

Soon we are on the highway towards Paris. It will be a good 5 hour drive.

Fortunately, there is no heavy traffic and we can continue driving smoothly.

At one point we arrive at a typical French 'péage'. At the toll booth next to us, a typical show-off with an old BMW pulls up. One with new headlights, lowered and a way too loud exhaust. He has been tailgating me for a while. I turn to Martha and say: "Honey, hold on tight. I'm going to put that show-off in his place." At about the same time, our barriers go up. I press the accelerator and we shoot forward. The BMW of course has no chance. I press the accelerator down longer than necessary to make it clear that he will never voluntarily overtake me. Once he has disappeared far into the rearview mirror, I look next to me at Martha who is staring at me a little. "Huh, did I do something wrong?" I ask unsuspectingly.

"You just called me honey", she says, still full of surprise. I don't know what to say for a moment.

"That's my subconscious. It just felt so natural, I didn't think about it", I confess honestly. Martha can only smile. She puts a hand on my shoulder and strokes the back of my head. She is clearly happy with my 'slip of the tongue'.

We continue driving towards Paris at a healthy pace. In the city we are going to stay at one of my father's town houses, well yes, it used to be called a city palace, but still. The advantage is that we can do whatever we want.

Even though I have a lot of experience with driving, driving in Paris is always an experience. We mingle with the traffic and drive around the Arc de Triomphe. Fortunately, the Parisians are afraid of driving into a Ferrari and keep their distance. After the Arc we drive over the Champs Elysées towards the Place de la Concorde. I notice that the Ferrari drives just as smoothly here as on the motorway and on the circuit. Of course we stop at the famous Louis Vuitton store and take a few pictures of the car in front of the store.

From the Place de la Concorde we quickly reach our accommodation. From the outside the house looks like all the others in the street, like most houses in Paris. We drive around the block and then drive into the underground garage. From the garage you immediately enter the house. My father had the house thoroughly renovated and had a swimming pool built in the basement and of course a large wine cellar. I take Martha to the large entrance hall. The hall exudes grandeur and elegance with a large staircase towards the first floor and a large chandelier. Martha looks around with her mouth open. "Is this also your boss's house? He certainly has taste", she says admiringly. "Yes indeed, he does have a good interior designer", I answer. Coincidentally, that interior designer is my mother. I show her the living room and the library. Then I take her to the bedrooms. The house has 4 floors with a small cinema, a pool table and even 2 bowling alleys in the attic. The second and third floors are for bedrooms and bathrooms. Even without asking, Martha puts her suitcase in my room, which makes me feel good.

She stands in front of me and kisses me. "Mmm babe, I would like to continue that, but we have to get ready for the restaurant," I say. "It's going to be a special experience, so I'm afraid you'll have to wear a nice dress. I have to wear a suit too," I continue.

"Oh, now I'm curious. But I do have a dress like that with me," she says and kisses me again. With a wink she disappears into the bathroom. I wonder what she has in store.

In the meantime I freshen up in one of the other eight bathrooms. Clean-shaven and ironed I put on my suit, which was hanging in the closet in my room. A nice dark blue suit that matches my eyes well with a white shirt underneath.

When I'm done, I go and wait in my room until Martha is ready. She opens the door slowly and then comes out. In a cartoon my lower jaw would have dropped to the floor. She is wearing a beautiful olive green evening dress that fits her body like a glove. Her feminine curves are beautifully accentuated. The dress has two thin straps over her shoulders. I can't see a bra underneath, which her breasts don't need at all. The dress reaches the floor, but has a slip on the left side that goes halfway down her thigh. And then the color that matches her tanned skin and eye color. She has her hair hanging loose over her shoulder with a subtle bit of make-up on.

"I'll take your reaction as a compliment," she says with a smile.

"You look beautiful," I stammer. She joins me as we head for the car. Like a true gentleman, I open the door and help her get in.

"Now I'm curious where we're going," she says when we leave.

"That's a surprise, but you'll see," I answer. During the evening rush hour, we slowly but steadily get closer to our destination. When the Eiffel Tower comes closer, Martha looks at me questioningly. I park the car and then say: "Today we are going to eat at the Jules Verne restaurant on the second floor of the Eiffel Tower". Now it is Martha's turn to be surprised again.

Just like before, I help her out of the car like a gentleman and join me to walk to the tower. We take the elevator up and are warmly welcomed. Our table has a beautiful view of the city with the Seine, the Louvre and Montmartre in the background. We see the sun slowly setting and 'La ville lumière' changes into hundreds of thousands of lights.

While we enjoy our two Michelin star meal, Martha becomes curious about my employer and how it is that I can arrange a reservation in a restaurant like this so quickly. I realize that I now know and trust her well enough to be able to tell her the truth.

"Well, I may have to explain something to you", I begin while she looks a little skeptical. "The house in Italy and here in Paris do indeed belong to my employer, but my employer is my father. I come from a wealthy family. Actually, more than that, my family belongs to the 1% of the 1%. A distant great-grandfather made a fortune at the beginning of the Industrial Revolution and since then, the offspring have only increased the fortune. The family business has diversified and has a say in almost every industry. So I first studied and then started at the real estate company of the business. Eventually, I will take over from my father."

Martha looks at me in disbelief at first. She has to let it sink in for a moment before she begins to realize what I have just said.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier, but I have often experienced being used for my family name. But with you, I don't have that feeling. I don't believe that's how you are," I conclude.

"My first reaction is to be angry because you lied to me, but I also realize that there is a negative side to it. So I am glad that you trust me and explained everything," she says. "Oh come on, now I can give myself a compliment. Find a man who is handsome and sweet, can drive a car like a Formula 1 driver and take pictures. Who is also richer than Scrooge McDuck," she begins. Then she continues and puts her hands around her mouth and whispers: "And then also has a great dick." I immediately burst out laughing. I am glad that she takes it well.

"What can I say then. I am going away for a week and meet the most beautiful woman I have ever seen who has great taste and humor, is smart and can take good pictures." Just like she just did, I put my hands around my mouth and whisper: "And has a super tight pussy."

We both have to laugh out loud.

After a few more courses, our bellies are completely full. The rest of the evening has been very pleasant. We talked a lot about our childhood. Martha in particular was curious about what it was like to grow up that rich.

After dessert, I pay and have one more surprise. Once we are waiting for the elevator, I turn to Martha and say: "When you make a reservation at this restaurant, you also get a ticket to go to the top floor of the Eiffel Tower." In the meantime, I press the elevator to go even higher. After a few minutes, we are on the third floor. The view of the city about 276 meters below us is nothing short of spectacular. I stand behind Martha and hug her from behind. We stand like that for at least 10 minutes enjoying the view.

Suddenly I feel Martha sliding her soft buttocks up and down against my crotch. She is getting a bit naughty, two people can play that game. My hands are still on her stomach, but now I let my hand slide up and caress her round D-cup at a slow pace. I notice that her nipples are starting to get hard, just like my penis. She keeps grinding against my crotch while I get harder and harder. The buzz of the metropolis below us is drowned out by our increasingly panting breaths. Martha looks around and sees that we are alone here, which is no surprise at this hour. She turns her head towards me and then says the magic words: "I want to feel you inside me, I need it."

Those words alone make my cock start to pulsate in my pants. I lift her dress and slide my hand over her buttocks to the front and between her legs. I immediately feel a warm and especially wet heat on my fingertips, even through her thong. "You are completely ready for it," I pant in her ear. I quickly open my pants and pull my throbbing pole out of my pants. I push her thong aside and position my 8 inch thick cock in front of her opening and slowly thrust it into her wet cave. Our panting only gets louder when I start fucking her. My thick cock slides into her juicy cave up to my balls. The slurping sound only encourages me to go faster. Soon we are both moaning. It seems as if Martha has unlocked a new kink: sex in public places.