Tessa’s stomach knotted. One blow job and she’d turned into a slut.
Ben saw her expression and took her hand. “No, no…not what you’re thinking. It’s absolutely the most stunning thing I think I’ve ever seen. The problem is…” he pointed to his slacks and the bolder in his crotch.
“Well that may be the nicest compliment I’ve ever gotten.”
Ben took her arm and escorted Tessa to the lobby entrance. She started to walk towards the parking lot when Ben tugged her back. “That’s our ride.” He pointed to a waiting stretch limousine. The driver opened the door and Tessa slid in. Ben slid in next to her and the limo pulled away.
“Where are we going?” Tessa asked.
“We’re going to ride around a little while, enjoy the limo. Not every day you get to travel in one.”
Tessa nodded, thinking of the New York subway trains.
“Let me save the final destination as a surprise, okay?”
Tessa slid closer to her door for a better view of passing Sydney. “This is such a beautiful city,” she said as the driver meandered through China Town.
Ben slid closer to her. Her focus was interrupted by his hand, which had found the soft flesh between her legs. It oriented to true north and began to travel.
“Relax,” he said, feeling her tense. “The driver has the privacy window up and he’s got the radio playing in the front seat.”
Tessa listened and heard the faint thud of bass.
“You can’t wear that dress and expect me to treat you like a nun.” His hand had reached her crotch and the surprise in his eyes almost made Tessa laugh. “Oh, we are really in trouble now.”
The panties—one of Carmen’s ‘extras’—were crotchless. Ben’s fingers explored Tessa’s moist passage without impediment, and Tessa relished Ben’s expert ministrations. Tessa abandoned sightseeing, laid her head back and closed her eyes.
“Give what you can and ask for what you need, Tessa.” Ben slid Tessa’s bodice away from her breasts. The Hollywood Tape was no match for his determined fingers.
“Hey!” Tessa said. “Now my nipples are going to be popping out all night.”
“Excellent,” Ben said, as he studied Tessa’s bra. “Every woman in the world should have a bra like this. Support without interference.” He leaned over and licked Tessa’s nipple.
It felt wonderful and Tessa enjoyed Ben’s mouth and fingers. Her nipples were on fire and she began to wiggle with electricity. Ben took her wiggle as an invitation. She was wet with anticipation and Ben plunged two fingers inside her vagina in search of Tessa’s G Spot. If Tessa was on fire before, she was supernova now.
“Ask for what you need,” Ben whispered in her ear. “I’ll give it to you right now.”
“I want to come,” Tessa said, and corrected herself. “Oh sweet lord, I need to come.” Her hips were swaying and her back arching as Ben’s fingers plunged in and out.
He pushed Tessa’s dress up to her waist and slid her around, so Tessa was lying across the back seat on her back. He knocked twice on the window and the driver sounded the horn once. “We won’t be interrupted for anything,” he said, and at that moment, Tessa wouldn’t have cared if they were being televised.