Finally, she couldn't resist anymore. She had to release it. She slid her hand to her wet slit, and spread her inner lips apart. Her clit was throbbing. She pressed it and the pleasure she immediately felt made her moan. She tipped her head back and bit her lips. The hot water of the shower against her skin was like an erotic caress. She continued to rub her clit for a while with her right hand, and grabbed her left breast with her left hand. She squeezed and tugged at her hard nipple, and another heat of pleasure made her gasp.

Her fingers were covered by her own juice, and she felt the urge to fill her empty pussy. She started by inserting one finger, then a second, while rubbing her clit with the palm of her hand. Her dripping pussy was squeezing her fingers, and she felt that she was coming. She rubbed herself more rapidly, and finally felt the wave of an intense orgasmic pleasure go through her entire body.

Satisfied, she went to bed, wondering if Bruce was doing the same, thinking about her in his bedroom.

***

The next morning, Bruce took Jennifer on a tour of the city. Even though she was far from a tourist, she actually enjoyed it. Bruce was a real gentleman and an extremely thoughtful host. His organization was perfect, his knowledge of the city's history impressive, and most of all, he appeared to be very romantic and surprisingly funny.

Like a real couple dating, they took pictures together, bought ice cream, sat in a park and made comments about people walking by. In other words, they were building memories. For Jennifer, that second day was a very different experience from the first one. It was more casual, more relaxed; more genuine. For the first time in many years, she felt happy; really happy.

Jennifer was completely swept away by the man. By the end of the day, her doubts about her feelings had completely disappeared. She knew Bruce had definitely taken a piece of her heart. But it was Jennifer's heart, not Aleksandra's.

Would Bruce show the same kind of generosity and feel as excited if he knew who she really was?

Would it make any difference for him to share these moments with the woman she actually was, instead of the woman he thought she was?

Probably, Jennifer thought.

They went back home at the end of the afternoon, and had dinner earlier than the day before.

“I have a surprise for you. Tonight, we are going out...” Bruce said with an air of mystery.

“Where will you take me?”

“We're going to see the opera La Cenerentola.”

Jennifer had no idea what it was about.

“Really? Well, I’m not dressed to go out...”

“I know. I’ve sent a picture of you to my assistant and he brought the model I requested while we were outside.”

Benny, Jennifer thought...

“But... are you sure the size will be fine?” She asked skeptically. A mere picture couldn’t be accurate enough.

“I asked him to take three different sizes to make sure you find the one that fits perfectly. They are waiting in your room.” Bruce said, giving her a wink.

How thoughtful...

“Can I see the picture you sent? I just want to make sure you sent a good one,” Jennifer said, giggling.

In fact, she was now worried that Benny would recognize her in the picture. The last thing she wanted was to let everybody know at the office about her adventure. It would create such drama, and Bruce would be ridiculed because of her. Please, please, she silently prayed.

Fortunately, the picture Bruce showed her didn't include her whole face; only her chin. Relieved, Jennifer took a deep breath, and told him she would go and try all three dresses right away.

***

The limousine stopped in front of a red carpet. A man in uniform opened the door to let Bruce and Jennifer get out of the long, luxurious black car.

He was wearing an elegant black tuxedo that emphasized his broad shoulders. Standing next to him, holding his arm, was Jennifer in a gorgeous, long deep blue evening dress. The two of them formed an outstanding couple.

“Welcome, Mr. Wilson. This way please.” Another man in uniform came to greet Bruce and Jennifer, and led them to their seats, in a private box.

“As you requested, Mr. Wilson. There won't be anyone to disturb you.”

Bruce gave the man a hundred dollar bill as a tip, and nodded to let him know he could go. As they sat next to each other, Bruce looked at Jennifer.

“Close your eyes” he said. Slowly, she closed her lids, not sure what he had in mind. Suddenly, she smelled a masculine, musky perfume next to her, and felt the delicious, soft lips of Bruce against her mouth.

This simple touch was enough to give her goose bumps. Without opening her eyes, she opened her mouth to let him in with his tongue, and raised her hand to grab his head.

As soon as his tongue was in her mouth, she felt a warm woman juice soaking the crotch of her underwear. Quietly, she moaned. Then, she lowered her hand from Bruce's head to the bulge in his pants. He was hard as a rock. She rubbed him gently, which made him breathe more heavily.

He likes it.

Encouraged by Bruce's reaction, she unzipped his pants and slipped her hand inside his underwear. She grabbed his huge shaft and felt his velvet skin in her delicate hand.

Feeling Bruce's cock so hard while he was invading her mouth with his tongue made Jennifer horny as hell. She started to stroke him, and quickly felt the need to taste him.

Suddenly, they were surrounded by darkness. The show was about to beginning. She pulled away from Bruce, and looked around.

“Nobody's watching,” Bruce said. “I chose this box so we could be completely alone.”

Jennifer used both her hands to hold Bruce's underwear and free his erection from his fly. His hard rod was now completely out, proudly standing in front of her eyes. She gasped. Her mouth was watering for a taste of that thick pole, and she instinctively started to wet her lips. She glanced at Bruce, who was staring back at her. She knew what to do.

She leaned forward and closed her eyes. She teased the swollen head of his cock with her tongue, licking the slit, tasting his delicious precum. She licked him down to his balls, making his whole length slippery, and sucked each ball tenderly. She stayed there for a few minutes, hearing Bruce panting. She moved back up, rubbing her lips against his cock, and went up and down like this for a while, stroking him with her wet lips.

Finally, she wrapped her generous lips around his head, and grabbed his balls with her hand, eager to gobble him up.

Bruce grabbed her by the hair, and she took it for a signal to go further. Eager to comply, she relaxed the muscles of her throat, preparing herself to swallow him entirely. Bruce applied a soft pressure against her head, and she literally impaled her face on his huge cock. She could feel the thick base of his pole, and she felt a tingle of excitement in her pussy. She continued to suck him tenderly, slowly, playing around with her tongue.

She could tell Bruce loved it, by the sound of his breathing. He tipped his head back, and whispered. “Oh my God, I can't hold it anymore...”

Jennifer stopped sucking, and looked at him. “I can handle it. I want to feel you in my mouth...”

Bruce looked at her, a puzzled look on his face. “Are you sure?” he said, panting.

She didn’t reply and accelerated, making the friction more intense, pushing Bruce over the edge. After a few seconds, he arched his back, and his penis exploded inside Jennifer's mouth, filling her with his hot cum. Jennifer moaned and swallowed everything, making sure his cock was perfectly clean.

My God... I gave a blowjob to Bruce. I just sucked my boss! Does he even imagine his assistant just blew him? Jesus, he is so hot!

Bruce smiled at her, and gave her a sensual kiss, obviously not bothered that she just swallowed his cum.