The Influencer and the Heir -

The next morning we wake up together. We look into each other's eyes, smiling, as we remember our adventure on the top of the Eiffel Tower. I pull Martha a little closer to me and give her a kiss on her forehead. I can't remember when I've felt so perfectly happy. I can't read minds, but I know Martha is thinking the same thing.

We stay like that for a while. While we enjoy ourselves, we also start to realize that we really have to drive back to Belgium today. But first we're going to enjoy a morning in Paris.

Just like we've gotten used to, we take a shower together.

"Can't you keep your hands to yourself again?" Martha asks as I run my hands over her flanks to her soft buttocks.

"Can you blame me?" I answer. "Besides, you shouldn't say much yourself", I respond as she caresses my shoulders and chest. She gives me a kiss in response. While we're standing under the large rain shower, our kiss becomes deeper and more passionate. Our tongues swirl around each other, our hands explore each other's bodies.

I take a breast in my hand while I kiss her neck. Martha herself takes my now not so flaccid penis and starts playing with it. Just as my penis becomes harder, her nipple also becomes harder. I just can't get enough of that beautiful woman who is standing in the shower with me. While she jerks my penis to its hardest state, I break our kiss and take her nipple in my mouth. Martha starts to moan a little more. I leave her full D-cup alone for a moment and go down more. I kneel down in front of her, put a leg over my shoulder while I place my thumb on her grown clit. With the tip of my tongue I stroke her swollen, bald lips. Martha puts her hand on the back of my head and runs through my hair. While I greedily lick her vagina, I continue to stimulate her clit with my thumb.

"Oh god yes", I hear her moan above me. She leans a little more against the wall of the shower. With her hand she starts to push me harder against her hot pussy. I switch my approach to suck her clit and immediately stick two fingers in her tight pussy. "Ohhh", is moaned above me. I continue to pleasure her at a steady pace. I notice that she is becoming more and more restless, she is longing for an orgasm. With my fingers I start to search for her magical spot. By the sound of it I am getting closer. I feel her g-spot under my fingers and hear a little scream of pleasure. I don't want to make her come right away and just continue fingering her. Martha presses me even harder against her pussy. She gets frustrated, she needs that orgasm. I decide to give it to her and search for her g-spot again. I apply pressure again while I suck hard on her clit.

"Fucking hell, yessss", she screams loudly while she seeks more support against the shower wall. At a slow pace I continue to lick her pussy clean. She pulls me up and kisses me. "That was wonderful again. Now it's my turn," she says as she pushes me against the wall and kneels down in front of me.

Martha takes my heavy, throbbing member in her hands and slides her tongue along the entire 8 inch shaft to my balls, which she then takes into her mouth. I grunt with approval. She licks back to the tip of my rock-hard erection and takes my throbbing glans into her mouth. She circles my glans with her tongue as she tries to get more and more into her mouth. Not only does she continue to blow me, she also puts both hands around my shaft and jerks me off. I can't resist this kind of attention for long.

"You do that so well," I pant. She looks at me with her big green eyes and then starts to knead my full balls. I try to find something to hold on tol as my balls contract. My cock starts to pulsate as I start to fill Martha's mouth. "Yes, I'm going to cummm," I moan. At least six jets end up in her belly. With a smile on her face, she swallows my load.

"So that's my breakfast," she says with satisfaction. "You're so delicious," I say as I pull her up and give her a kiss.

We continue washing each other and get out of the shower. While getting dressed, we can just about keep our hands to ourselves, but we do exchange a horny look with each other. But eventually we are ready to go into city to have breakfast and do a bit of shopping.

In a nice summer dress with ankle boots, Martha joins me when we leave the house. We enjoy the Parisian morning sun and walk to the best bakery in the area for our breakfast. With a coffee, a few croissants and a real crêpe, we enjoy the last breakfast of the trip. While we are eating, I get a message from Jacques to say that he expects us around 6 p.m., because he has arranged a small reception to show the car. I look at my watch and calculate that we don't have to leave until after noon. Martha looks at me expectantly.

"Yes, that gives us time to go shopping," I say with a fake sigh.

"What do you expect from a girl in Paris?" she asks in reply.

"Then we should probably get on with it," I answer.

We continue towards the Galleries Lafayette to satisfy Martha's shopping addiction. I follow her with a smile. We have been doing things that I like to do the whole trip, namely driving a Ferrari on a race track, driving a Ferrari in the mountains, just driving a Ferrari in general and eating delicious food. Not only do I like to see her enthusiastic about clothes, but I also get to see her in all the new things she tries on. Especially when we finally enter an expensive lingerie store and she puts on a royal blue lace bra. She looked so delicious, I think every man would be jealous of me. How her breasts were perfectly surrounded by the bra and how the lace thong fits her ass perfectly, like she comes straight out of a wet dream. It's a good thing that Martha has already expertly given me a blow job this morning. And not only that, it seems like she enjoys parading around in front of me and seducing me. Which I'm not going to complain about of course.

After shopping we quickly eat something in a cozy bistro before we go home. Luckily Martha has held back a bit on the shopping or we wouldn't have been able to fit everything in the boot of the 12 Cilindri. Very carefully we merge into the traffic of the French capital. At a slow pace we drive towards the peripherique and after a bit of traffic jam we are on the highway towards Belgium. Fortunately we can drive smoothly and don't encounter any more traffic jams until we arrive in Brussels. As always we are stuck in a traffic jam there. While we are queuing I can't keep my hands to myself and I start caressing Martha's bare thigh. I notice that she gets goose bumps from my touch. She sits quietly enjoying the caresses. Only when I almost reach her warm pussy does she stop me.

"Mmm, watch out, in such a low car everyone can look inside, not just the truck drivers", she says reluctantly. To get even with me, she also puts her hand on my upper leg and kneads my crotch a bit. My penis starts to grow and to strain my pants a bit. Fortunately, the traffic starts to get a move on and we can continue driving, both of us a bit more turned on.

Even though I don't want the trip to be over yet, I have to press the accelerator a bit harder. We've lost time in the traffic jam, which we can't really afford to loose. Fortunately, I know the roads here well and know where the speed cameras are. I also notice that Martha is sad that the trip is over.

"Thank you for the past week," she says suddenly, "to drive me safely through Europe, to let me drive myself and to break the daily social media routine." I look at her and give her a loving look.

"You're welcome. Thank you too, for the trust and to also break my daily, perhaps overworked slur", I answer her. I take one of her hands and squeeze it.

"And of course to fuck me properly", she laughs.

"That for sure", I laugh along. I love how she can always say something serious, with a bit of humor. I'm getting more and more crazy about her. I just hope that we'll see each other a lot after the trip and that something really beautiful can blossom between us, not just a typical holiday romance.

About half an hour later we arrive at the dealership. Jacques is already waiting for us in his fancy pinstripe suit. He is clearly happy with the arrival of the car, and secondly with our return. As soon as we get out, the car is taken to the back by one of the mechanics to give it a quick wash before it goes into the showroom. In the meantime, Martha and I go with Jacques to his office. After some pleasantries, he starts asking about the trip and the car. Of course I am full of praise for the car. The Ferrari is beautiful. Then Martha shows the photographs from the trip. In addition to pictures for Instagram, she also made some to hang up as a large poster. Jacques is clearly very enthusiastic about all of it. He immediately asks if Martha is not interested in earning some extra money as a photographer to also take photos of other Ferraris. The ever smart businesswomen in Martha immediately makes a deal. She'll take pics if she also gets to drive the car for a few days, as a test car, so to speak. He agrees with a little reluctance. He doesn't have long to think about it because the 12Cilindri has been washed and is driven into the showroom.

The car mechanics have gone home in the meantime and Jacques and the salespeople are busy preparing the reception. Because I have been here many times before, I know my way around. I take Martha to the workshop at the back, where there are always hidden gems. And of course I was right. In the garage was a 458 Speciale, an F12 Berlinetta, even an F40, which many consider the ultimate Ferrari. While I look at the F40 for a moment, Martha goes towards one of the new cars that is in the corner of the workshop. She leans over the hood and lifts up her dress. She clears her throat, which makes me turn around and look straight at her round ass and red lace thong. With a smile I come closer and sit behind her.

"Paris has really stirred something in you," I say as I caress her ass with both hands. "Maybe yes," she answers with lust dripping from every word. The arousal from back in the car is still lingering between us. I let my hands slide over her thighs. The higher I get, the more I feel the heat radiating from her horny pussy. Her thong starts to get moist as she starts to pant. With my fingers I push her thong aside to admire her perfectly shaved pussy. With the tip of my tongue I lick through her wet slit. The sight and the sweet taste of her moisture make me hard again.

"Come on, we don't have much time," Martha sighs. I don't need any more encouragement to stand up and drop my pants. My thick, hard erection is already throbbing with desire. Without further foreplay I push my cock into her tight pussy. While we are both moaning, I push my cock further and further in. I can feel every ridge and muscle of her cunt around my hard cock.

"You feel so good," I moan in her ear.

"You're filling me up so good, fuckk," she pants back. I grab her hips and really start to thrust into her. She carefully places her hands on the long hood of the car. Just like on top of the Eiffel Tower, the surroundings create even more tension. Somehow I still had enough common sense left to take her off the Ferrari and lean her against the wall behind us.

While she stands up like that, I grab her tits through her dress. I start with one hand holding her firm breast and with the other I go towards her clit. When I put pressure on her clit, a little scream goes through the workshop. Out of fear that someone will come to see what's going on, I move my hand from her breast to her mouth. Those muffled moans sound even hotter. Faster and faster I ram my cock into her pussy. When my cock hits her cervix, another muffled moan echoes through the workshop. I feel her pussy tighten. My balls are about to burst too. To get her over the finish line, I quickly start rubbing her clit. I feel her go limp in my arms as she experiences her orgasm. Because she sinks through her legs, she impales herself even further on my thick cock. That extra stimulation sends an extra shock along her spine and makes her almost squeeze my cock to pulp with her tight pussy. Because of this, I can no longer hold back and with a deep grunt I shoot my balls empty inside her pussy.

Completely exhausted, I hold her still with my limp cock still in her pussy. After a breather, I pull myself out and let her dress fall back down. She turns around lazily and gives me a kiss: "A nice surprise at the end of a great trip."

In response, I press my lips on hers and we exchange a passionate kiss. Martha quickly composes herself a bit. We look around the workshop again, it's hard to walk back into the showroom with our red faces.

Even though we haven't been away for more than 30 minutes, the garage has been completely transformed. I even see that my dad is already there with our Ferrari 365 'Daytona' from 1972 to park next to the 12Cilindri. It's the spiritual ancestor of the new Ferrari after all.

I immediately go to my dad and hug him. With a warm smile, he asks how the trip was, and more importantly how the car was. Of course he knows that I also ordered a 12Cilindri. After a few more stories about how the Ferrari drives, I decide to introduce Martha. Up until now she has exchanged pleasantries with most of the guests. We had already agreed in advance to keep our relationship secret for a while. It is best not to mention that at a reception in a car dealership.

"Dad, this is Martha, my traveling companion for the past few days," I introduce her. My father extends his hand to greet her. "Hello Martha, I am Anthony. I hope he behaved himself," he says with a smile in my direction.

"Nice to meet you, sir. Yes, he behaved himself excellently," she answers.

When my father looks away for a moment, she winks at me. For the rest of the evening I talk to the other guests and especially to Martha. At the end my father and I leave with the Daytona and Martha is taken home by taxi, both knowing that this is not the end.