Bella put her index finger, gesturing for silence. She leaned forward, raising her voice to address the chauffer who sat quietly in the front of the car.
"Drive." She told him before hitting the switch that rolled the privacy screen up. The car rumbled to life and pulled out of the alley, the lights of the streetlamps bouncing off its reflected windows.
"I don't think I introduced myself properly before," she said, returning her attention to Cal. "Bella. And you are?"
She offered him her hand, which he took. He placed a gentle kiss on the back of it, the very picture of courtly decorum.
"Calvin," he said. "Call me Cal."
"Pleased to meet you, Calvin-call-me-Cal," Bella said with a bemused giggle, before turning her attention to the limo's mini-bar. "Would you like something to drink? Champagne, perhaps?"
She offered the last with a meaningful smile. Cal chuckled in return.
"Sounds good to me."
Bella poured two glasses of champagne.
"Cheers." She said, and they clinked their glasses together. As Cal sipped, he kept sight of Bella out of the corner of his eye. He wondered what exactly she had in mind.
"You know, Cal," she said after swallowing a small mouthful of champagne. "You really do have the most beautiful cock I've ever sucked."
Cal almost choked on his drink. He managed to avoid doing a spit-take only by gulping the champagne down. Bella grinned,
"It's true. So big and thick and tasty. But fair's fair, you know..."
"W-what do you mean?" Cal asked, his pulse racing for what felt like the hundredth time that night.
"I've seen yours," Bella said, parting her legs. "Now it's time for you to see mine."
As you'd expect of a celubtante – and as Cal had hoped for – she wasn't wearing any panties.
Her pubic hair was dark, of course, but fine. Wispy. It was obvious that she took meticulous care of it, shaped as it was in a perfect triangle pointing to her already wet pussy, the lips pink and moist.
Cal could feel a groan escaping from within his chest. Bella's teeth flashed in a smile of dirty delight.
"Mine's not like yours," she said, her smile shifting into a mock pout. "It's not big. It's small and tight and very, very wet."
She slipped a hand down, parting her pussylips open with her middle and forefingers. The beads of moisture sparkled as Bella ran her teasing fingers up and down her folds, sBellaming her clit and causing her thighs to tense.
"My tits, however," she said, her free hand reaching up to squeeze and fondle her left breast. "...Now they are big. Don't you agree?"
Cal nodded dumbly.
"Very big," he replied. "Though it's hard to say without getting a proper look."
Bella laughed.
"True!" She said, her thumb hooking into the strap of her dress, playing with it. "Would you like to see them?"
"Very, very much." Cal said. He sat staring at Bella without blinking or looking away. He wanted to record every second in his memory.
Her dazzling white smile shone at him again as she pulled the straps of her dress down, baring inch after inch