Twists and Turns in Monte Carlo: A Formula 1 Affair

{11.0}

"The whole thing about a pool is sitting outside in the sun tanning."

"If you want to see me naked, just ask." Joanne glared at Toto from the side, smirking. 

The man pointed at her shirt and linen pants she wars, whilst ducking underneath a sun umbrella. A book in her hand and a glas of wine in the other.

"You know", she smiled at him, "summer break is a fascinating thin in Formula one. Maybe even my favorite thing after winter break. I can have you for almost four weeks just for myself." 

Joanne emptied her glass in one go, the red wine staining her lips dark red. She closed her book and put it on the table between them. 

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she stood up, slowly unbuttoning her shirt. Toto's eyes followed her every movement, darkening with desire. Underneath, she wore a little black bikini top that accentuated her curves. Her piercings and already hard nipple already showing through the thin fabric.

She could feel his gaze on her in her bones. He was already undressing her further with his eyes, holding his hand out for her, which she gladly took. Toto immediately pulled her onto his lounger, and she straddled his lap.

"Is this what you imagined when both of us are on vacation in the south of France?" she whispered, her breath warm against his ear, then she straightened up again.

His eyes sought hers again, almost longingly. He placed his hands on her hips and played with the strings of her bikini. Joanne looked down at him with a grin and then took his face in her hands. The rings on her fingers were almost a little chill on his skin.

Slowly, she leaned forward again and let her lips brush against his. The touch immediately caused goosebumps to appear on her body, and Toto's grip on her hips tightened, almost as if he wanted to press her even closer to him and leave her no chance of escaping.

"I am not going anywhere," she whispered against his lips, his warm breath touching her skin. Then she pressed her lips to his. He could immediately taste the red wine and took the lead, deepening the kiss. His hands roamed her back, exploring every curve and contour with a mix of urgency and tenderness.

Joanne's fingers threaded through his hair, pulling him closer. She broke the kiss, only to move her lips to his neck, leaving a trail of soft, teasing kisses. Toto let out a low growl of pleasure, his hands moving up to the small of her back, drawing her even closer.

"You drive me crazy, Jo," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

She pulled back slightly, her eyes locking onto his. "That's the plan," she said with a playful smirk. "But you know what drives me crazy?"

"What's that?" he asked, his hands still caressing her.

She leaned in, her lips just inches from his. "The way you look at me like you can't get enough," she whispered. "Like you want to devour me."

Toto's eyes darkened with intensity. "Because I can't get enough of you," he admitted. "Every time I look at you, I want more."

Joanne smiled, her fingers tracing the outline of his jaw. "Good," she said softly. "Because I want more too." 

Just as he wanted to pull her in again, longing for the touch, longing for her, wanting everything in this moment, she slowly backed away from him. "More, but not now."

Toto let himself fall back into the bed and looked at her generously while biting his lip. He was already playing out the 'more' in his mind. He sometimes can't even explain it to himself how this woman owns every peace of mind of him.

Joanne reached for her rolling equipment on the side table and then began to roll a cigarette with great concentration. First she put the filter between her lips while Toto watched her devoutly.

She filled the paper in her hands with tobacco and the filter and then skilfully rolled everything together. As she started to lick the paper, her gaze wandered to Toto, whose face was now adorned with a grin.

She could feel his erection. There was only a little fabric separating the two of them.

"Fuck Schatz, you're too much right now," the team leader mumbled as she finished the cigarette, trying hard to keep calm.

 She lit it immediately and took a deep drag, which immediately made her relax a little. Then she put the cigarette between Toto's lips and he took a drag too, letting the smoke hit her face. 

"See", she smiled, "you're getting better." Oh how she loves giving him little hits throughout the day. Letting him know she is secretly the one on top. Not just physically. 

The sun burned down on her skin, making it rapidly feeling like she is on fire. His soft touches on her thighs are worsen things right now. 

Concentrated she tilted her head, her eyed not leaving his. "What are you thinking about?" Joanne was the first to speak again. Toto put his legs up and she leant back against his thighs.

"Thats your favorite question to ask, isn't it, Jo?" His voice was underlaid with a slight smile.

Joanne narrowed her brows, scrunched her nose a bit. "Am I annoying you? Sorry that I want to know what's going on in the pretty head of yours." She pointed at his forehead with the two fingers, holding the cigarette between. 

Toto smiled now even more. "You think I am pretty?" He pinched her hips a bit. 

"God you are insufferable", she grunted, as she stood up. Totos hands keeping on her body until he is out of reach, but his eyes stayed on her with every move she made. 

Walking slowly into his Monaco house, feeling his eyes on her. "Stop starring at my ass, Toto."

When she was out of sight, he lay back on the lounger and closed his eyes. Where did he go in life to arrive here now?