Chapter 1

My name is Alex, and I recently turned Eighteen. To celebrate, my father surprised me with a weekend trip—though not quite the kind I had expected. My dad, Michael, runs a mobile car washing and detailing business. A few months ago, he landed a new client: a wealthy man with an impressive collection of vehicles. The arrangement was that my dad would visit the estate every couple of weeks to maintain the cars.

On the weekend of my birthday, instead of taking time off, Dad told me he had to head to the estate. I wasn’t thrilled. It was my birthday, after all, and I had hoped we’d spend the day together doing something fun. But then he sweetened the deal—he mentioned that the client had just acquired two new supercars: a Ferrari and a Lamborghini. As someone who had only seen such cars in magazines or online, the chance to see them up close was too tempting to pass up.

We arrived at a sprawling mansion, tucked behind a high wrought-iron fence and protected by large electric gates. After buzzing in, we drove along a paved driveway that ran beside the house toward a secondary building—an independent garage dedicated to what Dad described as the beginning of the owner’s car collection. The main house still had its own three-car garage for everyday use.

As we pulled up, the garage door slowly lifted, revealing a spotless, high-ceilinged space outfitted with tools and detailing gear. This was where my dad usually worked on the client’s cars. He explained that before getting started, he needed someone from the household to bring the keys and let him know which vehicles to focus on. He already had a good idea it would be the two newly acquired supercars bought at auction. Though likely already in decent condition, the journey might have left them with a fine layer of dust or grime.

Just as we stepped out of the truck, someone approached from the house to meet us—a young woman named Maria, who seemed to work there. She handed my dad the keys and mentioned that she’d open the main garage so we could access the vehicles. 

I was standing there staring at her and seeing most of her naked body under the clothes. 

They did little to hide her body but I could clearly see her nipples on some small, perfect, tits and could just barely make out her pussy slit. I couldn’t believe she was walking around almost naked.

She turned to leave and I couldn’t look away from her perfect ass as she walked away. Her legs are long and slim and she was wearing sandals with a cork heel probably two inches high. Those heels made her calf muscles look incredible. My dad finally brought me back to consciousness by saying, “She’s pretty incredible, huh?”

When I could finally speak, I replied, “Yeah, she’s beautiful. I can’t believe she walked out here almost naked. What a body.”

My dad laughed, “The first time I met here when Mr. Sullivan was interviewing me, all she was wearing was the baby doll nightgown. She only put that coverup on for you, I think. It didn’t cover much, though, did it?”

“It sure didn’t,” I replied. “Wow, that’s something I’m going to remember for a while.”

I went with my dad into the other part of the building where the car collection was housed to see only a few cars. One was an old, but incredible Rolls Royce. It had a two-tone paint job of black and champagne gold. The other two cars were the new Ferrari and the Lamborghini. As cool as the Ferrari is, the Lamborghini is a statement car. My dad unlocked the car and let me sit in it. It was the most comfortable seat I’d ever sat in. The soft leather just sucked me right into the seat. Just unbelievable.

My dad got in the Ferrari and started it up and what a sound. I got in the passenger side and he drove it out of the garage and around the building to the maintenance garage where he would be detailing it. It didn’t look like it needed much as it was sparkling clean.

Just a few minutes after my dad started to wipe the car down, Mr. Sullivan came out to the garage and I met him. He asked me if I wanted to take a tour of the house while his dad was working on the cars. I readily agreed as I hoped I’d see Maria again.

We walked over to the house and we just made small talk. He showed me around the downstairs starting at the kitchen, then into the living room that he called the great room. Next, he took me into a really cool room with a large pool table with a big screen TV on the wall. There were also electric guitars in glass cases mounted on the walls that had signatures on them. I assume they were famous guitarists, but I didn’t stop to look at the signatures. At the far end of the room is a full bar that looks like it belongs in a hotel or something. We went up a couple of steps and went through a door to the next room which is a home theatre. There are a couple rows of big leather chairs and sofas. The rows are tiered up and we were now at the top and walked down to the front which had a 72” Samsung TV mounted to the wall. There was also what looked like a quite extensive stereo system in the corner of the room. The walls and ceilings had these big partition looking things and Mr. Sullivan explained that they are sound deadening panels to improve the sound of the TV. Really cool room.

Mr. Sullivan then took me up the staircase and we turned right at the top and went down to the far room which was at the front of the house. The door was closed and as we stood in front of it, Mr. Sullivan told me there was a reason my dad had brought me to the house that day. He explained that there was a present waiting for me beyond the door. He told me that Maria was waiting in the room for me naked and that she would teach me about sex. Mr. Sullivan made me promise not to ever tell what we did because I’m a minor and Maria could get into a lot of trouble. He also said to make sure my mother never found out as she’d be pissed at my dad and it could cause all kinds of family problems. I assured him I wouldn’t say anything.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. I promised I wouldn’t say anything and here I am telling you all about it. Well, Mr. Sullivan already wrote about it and he said I could too as we had a level of anonymity since our real names aren’t being used in the publishing of our stories.

So, after assuring Mr. Sullivan I wouldn’t tell anyone, especially my mom, I took a deep breath and turned the doorknob and went in.