Bella's place.

As Bella drives, she squeezes your leg and rubs your knee, and steals glances at you like a smitten girl, which you find very cute. Also, from almost the moment you start driving, Bella's phone buzzes and beeps with an incoming call. She ignores the phone several times, until the fifth time, she grabs the phone at clicks the button to answer, holding it up and enabling the speakerphone.
"What is it Brad?"
"Bella, baby where are you?"
"I'm driving home, and don't call me baby. I've had it with your shit. I've told you so many times I'm not dealing with your inability to act like an adult. This was the last straw."
"Come on, don't be like that! Please come back and we can talk about this!"
"There's nothing left to talk about, Bradley. You can call a cab."
You try to stay quiet. No sense in throwing gas on the fire.
"That's such bullshit, Bella! Don't be a bitch!"
Bella just clicks off her phone and tosses it back into the center console.
"Asshole..." she mutters, and looks at you. "Sorry." She returns to rubbing your leg, and slides her hand higher to rub your crotch, now.
"Hi there."
"I honestly....wish he could see what's about to happen." she mutters, almost to herself.
She pulls into a modest apartment complex with a community pool. She leads you into a brick building and up one flight of stairs to her place.
"You're not allergic to cats, are you?" she asks.
"No. No pet allergies." you reply.
"Good. I only have one, but I would want you to subject you to itchy eyes and shit." she pushes in.
Her place is very nice, a well-apportioned one bedroom. The furnishings are modest, and she has a balcony overlooking the central courtyard that holds the pool.
"Make yourself at home." Bella drops her purse and keys onto the kitchen counter. She reaches into the fridge to pull out two light beers. "Do you want a beer?"
"Sure."
She hands you the beer and chugs a few swallows from hers. "I'm going to freshen up. You can turn on the tv, or if you want, just ask Alexa to put on some music." She smiles. "I'll be right back."
She sways out of sight, and you ask Alexa to play some soft jazz. You take off your shoes, and put them by the door. They don't smell too bad, but you don't want any odor nearby. You loosen your belt and drink the beer she provided while enjoying the music. It feels...weird, to be sitting in a strange woman's apartment. You try to let the **** you've consumed tonight relax you. A calico cat investigates you as you sit, and consents to let you stroke its head after a few minutes.
A closing door brings your attention back towards the hallway.
"I've met your kitty, is it..." you trail off as Bella comes into view.

She's shed her black dress, leaving only a few bracelets and some very pretty pink panties. Your jaw drops at her incredible body. With no insult to your wife, Bella is flawlessly built, with big breasts that don't overwhelm her figure, and an amazing, firm-looking round ass that is begging to be smacked and squeezed.
"You like?" She spins, showing off her ass and legs in a pleasing manner.
"Absolutely."
Bella slinks over to you, pulling the bottle from your hand and knocking back another swallow before climbing on to your lap to make out with you, the cold beer still swishing in her mouth as she plays her tongue in and out of your mouth. You don't hesitate to get two big handfuls of her glorious posterior.
"An ass man, huh?" she laughs.
"Oh, I like it all, baby. And you have it all... god damn."