Relaxation on Race Day

Race Day

"Fuck it's cold" Charles curses as he puts his legs into the ice cold water. You just smile and turn your face away, not trying to stare at this gorgeous man too obviously. Grunting and panting is coming for the monegasque as he finally submerge his entire body under the surface of the water. "When will you do this?" He asks you with a playful smirk.

You've been Charles' assistant for almost two months now and he has made sure that you feel at home in the Ferrari crew. You're even at the stage where there's some banter and teasing flying around.

"I'm pretty sure there's only place for one in that bucket" you respond, sitting warm and comfortable on a plastic chair not too far away.

There's another intense shiver from Charles before he speaks up again. "I don't mind a tight squeeze". Your breath hitches at his words and you feel your face going red. What is it with this handsome monegasque and the flirty jokes? They take you completely off guard, making you look like a star struck fool. There has been moments, short ones, where you have question Charles' intentions. Moment where he was been maybe a bit more friendly than you would consider normal, and not only friendly but touchy too. His hands has caresses over the length of your arms, or been put on top of your own hands, and even been pushed through your hair on one extremely windy day.

Your thoughts come to a stop as Charles stand up. You do the same and quickly throw the towel you're holding around him as he's completely out of the water. Your hands are rubbing his arms over the fabric to create some friction and something that resembles a purr leaves the driver's mouth.

"Alright, let's go to your room" you try to say as calmly as you can even if you're truly distracted by the amount of skin showing under the towel.

"Good. I'm so cold" Charles complains and you make your way between the containers.

As you close the door behind you you take a deep breath before turning to face the monegasque. He has no shame in his body, just dropping the towel on the floor and walking across the small room with nothing but wet short boxers covering that fine ass.

"Can you massage?" The question takes you off guard.

"Eh.. how do you mean?" You ask and feel your palms start to sweat. Charles lays down on his back on the massage table, holding himself up on his elbows.

"I don't feel like calling for my trainer. Could you relax my muscles a little? Please? Nothing too serious, I know it's not your job"

No proper sentence can take form in your head so you just nod shyly and make your way over to this man who looks like he's a Greek god statue! It takes all you have not to look at his crotch, which is prominently displayed in front of you, leaving nothing to the imagination under those wet underwear.

Charles smiles softly and pushes a button on his phone to start some relaxing music, then he lays down completely, hands under his head, showing off those biceps.

"Something like this?" You almost whisper and let your fingertips knead the monegasque's thighs. Charles hums happily and closes his eyes. You don't want to press to hard, knowing that you're no expert and the last thing you want to do is hurt this man in any way. So instead you let your fingers drag over the length of his right leg, then the left. Producing goosebumps on Charles' skin as you do.

After a few minutes you make an obvious jump over his private area and go on doing the same thing on his ribs and chest. Your lip nearly breaks from the pressure you put on it with your teeth as you see the hardness of his nipples under your touch. You're almost in some kind of trance now, tracing the shape of Charles' body. Playing connect the dots from one little mole to another.

"You can go lower if you want" Charles' whisper sends a shiver down your spine. What does he mean? You slide your fingers down his abs, right above the hem of this underwear, and draw small circles there. Charles is breathing heavily now, his chest heaving up and down. A small hum, or maybe even moan, escape your lips and Charles' reaction makes your heart stop. You're 99% sure that you saw his cock jump under the fabric. It's definitely more of a tent there now than it was before.

"Lower, s'il te plaît". His whisper is almost inaudible but it still rings in your ears. That french accent... it will be the death of you. You gather all courage you have and slide one hand over his private part, giving him the friction he has desired.

"Oh mon dieu" Charles moans and tilts his head back even further. You are positive that your heart will beat out of your chest at this point. Softly you caress him, the other hand on his thigh. It's shaking slightly, the nervousness taking your whole body. Charles notices this with his one peaking eye and reaches out with his hand to hold yours. "It's amazing. You're amazing" he reassure you .

This rebuilds your confidence and you tell yourself over and over that this is his doing, not yours. He's the one who wants you, wow, that thought sounds like something out of your craziest dreams.

You pull at the hem of the boxers, sliding them off the monegasque's body, revealing his hard and stirring cock. You hesitate and look up at Charles who gets up on his hands and swings his legs over the massage table.

"Your fingers are amazing" he sighs and pull you in between his wide spread legs. You proceed to grab his dick gently and as you start moving your hand up and down in a steady pace Charles' head falls on your shoulder. In silence you do all the things you like yourself, even paying some attention to the balls with your other hand, all meanwhile Charles is humming and breathing heavily against your neck. Pre cum is leaking out of the tip and you swipe your thumb over it to collect it. Suddenly Charles moves back and opens his mouth. You look at him with large eyes. You know what that means. Slowly you bring your finger to his mouth, letting him close his lips around you and gently suck it off before he once again leans in and rest his head on your shoulder.

Your own erection his undeniable now, especially when you can feel Charles' soft lips nibble at the skin on your neck as you jerk him off faster and faster.

"Fuck, it feels so good" the driver moans and you know that he's close to coming. His hands are around your biceps, holding on for dear life as he reaches his high. It might just be the most beautiful thing you've seen in your life. Charles' eyes close softly and his head falls back as his lips forms the perfect O. You're holding your breath as you watch his shoulders sink, twitching a little from the violent high he's just been in. A drop of sweat falls of his forehead, guess he's not cold anymore.

As Charles leans back on his hands to take a good look at you, you do something you didn't think you would. You lean forward, and lick his abdomen clean from the cum that has landed there.

"So dirty, babe" Charles says happily after getting over the chock of your actions. You smile back and hands him a new pair of underwear.

"I loved that. If you want, we can do it again, before every race? And I can repay the favour" Charles simply suggests and goes to get into his race suit.

You can feel your cheeks go warm as you suddenly come back to reality again.

"Yes, before every race. Works for me" you confess as calmly as you can. Trying to sound a little professional after all. Charles stops what he's doing and looks up at you with a twinkle in his eyes. Then he walks over to you and puts his hand over the fabric of your trousers. Right where you need him the most.

"If we had more time, mon cherí, I would like to help you with this right now".