Then, finally ready, she looked at the huge bulge in his swim shorts. She slipped her hand into his underwear. Bruce was hard; very hard. She grabbed his thick member, and began to stroke it. Very quickly, her mouth was watering for the taste of his delicious precum, and the softness of his velvet skin.

Bruce took his underwear off, allowing his erection to be completely free. The head of his cock was swollen by excitement, and Jennifer teased him with her fingers. While doing so, she licked his neck, moving down to his muscular chest and finally to his firm lower abdomen. She teased the slit of his cock with her tongue, stroking him and caressing his balls.

She continued to lick him until his pole was entirely covered by her saliva. Then, she took a deep breath, opened her mouth, and slowly gobbled his cock down to his thick base. Her forehead was touching the lower part of his washboard abs, and she was grunting and moaning. She was eager to give him as much pleasure as he gave her, so she sucked him luxuriously. She felt the head of his cock against her throat and started to be wet again.

Her pussy was on fire, and her empty vagina was ready to be filled. She stood up, and took the position to ride him. She was both excited and nervous. She couldn't believe she was going to take Bruce's hard cock inside her dripping pussy. She had been fantasizing about this moment for days.

Oh my God... this is really happening! Bruce is going to fuck me!

She closed her eyes and licked her lips. Slowly, she guided the wet head of his shaft straight to the soaking spot between her pussy lips. When she felt the first few inches of his cock inside of her, she slid down abruptly, engulfing his entire length down to his balls.

Oh God! He's going to drive me crazy!

Bruce grabbed her by the ass, slapped her bottom cheeks and bounced her frenetically, following her rhythm. His cock was coated with her dripping juices, and she felt his balls banging against her asshole. Jennifer was riding him relentlessly, moving and twisting her hips, feeling his huge pole buried deep inside her channel.

For the second time, she felt an orgasm approaching. Her inner muscles were squeezing his cock and her legs were shaking. She arched her back, put her hands against Bruce's chest and grinded her clit against him with more energy.

She felt that Bruce was about to cum as well, as he pulled her down hard against him, and moved his hips more quickly. Suddenly, Bruce grunted and his penis exploded inside of her, shooting his hot cum deep inside her vagina.

Jennifer opened her eyes to watch Bruce screaming. Seeing him taking so much pleasure was enough to trigger a powerful second orgasm. She felt her pussy convulse wildly, and multiple waves of pleasure shot through her body.

Despite the now cool temperature outside, they were both covered with sweat. Jennifer collapsed against Bruce, enjoying every second in his arms on this deserted beach.

Everything is so perfect. I wish I could stay like this forever...

Amazingly, his cock was still hard and still buried in her pussy, soaking in his own hot cum, mixed with her thick juices.

Jennifer was surprised, and impressed. She giggled, “You already seem to be ready for a second round!”

There was a moment of silence and Bruce frowned.

“Jennifer?” he said softly, almost cautiously.

She suddenly froze, lost and caught by surprise. She quickly pulled away from Bruce, looking at him with her eyes wide open, horrified.

In that short moment of pure bliss, she’d forgotten to play her role as Aleksandra, and had spoken in unaccented English, giving herself away.

Shit! What was I thinking?

Unable to say a word, she looked at Bruce her eyes filled with tears, and ran away from him down the beach.

“Jennifer! Jennifer!”

***

Someone knocked at the door.

It was Jennifer. Her eyes were red, and her face looked tired from crying for nearly two hours.

“It's cold out there, and I'm only wearing my bikini...” she said without preamble.

“Come in,” he simply said.

Bruce gave her a blanket, but she refused. Jennifer's voice was very low, and she was looking at the floor, ashamed.

“I need to take a shower. I still need to clean myself.”

Bruce avoided looking in her eyes as well. “All right. I'll wait in the living room. Take your time...”

After thirty minutes, Jennifer was back. Bruce was sitting on the sofa, a serious look on his face and a glass of Bourbon in his hand.

“Want something to drink?”

“Give me that bottle.” Jennifer said, now speaking without any accent, pointing at a bottle of wine.

“Don’t be silly, Jennifer. ” He went to the bar, and gave her a glass. “So, you want to talk? Where do we start?”

Jennifer took a sip and crossed her arms. “Did you know? Did you know it was me? Or did I really fool you?”

Bruce chuckled. “Of course I knew.”

Jennifer looked at him. It was the Bruce she knew from the office again.

“I knew from the moment you stepped out of my car, the very first day.”

“How?”

“Come on, don't be ridiculous. You really think I wouldn't recognize you? Just cutting your hair and changing your color, and voilà? I've seen you nearly every day for five years now. Of course I knew. And even if you did a better job with your appearance, you forgot about one little detail,” he said.

“What is it?”

“I've never been billed,” he said slowly. “How were you supposed to take your plane if I didn't pay for it?”

Damn it...

Jennifer looked down, realizing her own mistake and lack of good judgment. “Well, if you knew, why you didn't say anything?”

“I hesitated to be honest. You see, I always make decisions fast, and I change them very rarely. When you stepped out of the car that day, I had a choice. But I was curious to know what you had in mind, and how you would perform.”

“In bed?” she said, feeling her self-control slipping.

“Whatever you had in mind, Jennifer. You tell me.”

“So in the end, you fooled me...”

“I don't know who fooled who, Jennifer. But for sure, I don't like to be fooled by my staff!”

Jennifer hesitated. She wasn’t in a position to be mad at him. “I'm sorry Bruce. I just wanted to...”

“Wanted to what?” Bruce was now raising his voice, obviously upset.

Jennifer whispered, a tear rolling on her cheek. “To teach you a lesson... I'm sorry.”

There was a sarcastic laughter in the silent room. “Ah... to teach me a lesson, huh? And what exactly did you intend to teach me? That it's fun to play games with a man looking for a wife?”

Jennifer felt that last comment like a stab in her chest. Bruce had a point.

“Sorry. I didn't see it that way. Really. All I wanted you to see is that there are things in life your money cannot buy!” Jennifer was confused. Deep inside, she was wondering how Bruce really felt about her. Her feelings were clear because she knew who she was dating. But how about him?

“Look Bruce...  what we shared, I want to know. Were you for real? You didn't have to pay anyone to have me. You said you knew it was me, yet we still had an affair. We just made love tonight. What was that for you? A test?”

Bruce kept silent.

“Jennifer, stop it.”

“Oh I see. So this was just another one of your smart little trick to determine what I had in mind? By seeing what I had in my panties first?”

“Jennifer, that's enough.”

“All that kindness, those sweet little words... you were playing with me! You treated me just like all those girls that I saw you dating all these years! You know what, I didn't care that much until you did the same to me!”

“You did it to yourself by coming to me.”

Jennifer wasn't listening. “And now, I'm just another one of your conquests, right? Are you happy, Bruce? Did you have a good time? You screwed your assistant, congratulations!”