“I do understand, actually. For some reason, this place makes me feel the same. I feel that I want to be myself too.”

Bruce looked surprised. “What do you mean? Do you usually have to be someone else?”

Damn, Jennifer! Stop drinking that champagne, you're in trouble!

“Don’t we all wear a mask?” she said, squinting at him mysteriously.

Bruce smiled. “You’re right, I like that; very smart.”

Phew...

“Are you hungry?” he asked. “Maybe we can finish our glass and go have dinner? It's getting dark now.”

“My stomach starts to scream, yes. Where will you take me?”

“Not very far. Actually, just over there.” Bruce pointed somewhere in the direction of the ocean. “Maria has prepared a picnic dinner for us.”

“Picnic?”

“Don’t underestimate her, though; she’s a pro.”

“I’m just surprised. I can’t wait to try, actually.”

“We will eat on the beach, near the ocean. What do you think?”

“That's very romantic. I like it,” she said, feeling butterflies in her belly.

“Let's go then.”

Bruce and Jennifer took their glasses and the bottle of champagne with them, and walked bare foot in the sand, hand in hand, towards the lit candles that Maria had set for them.

Chapter Six

The dinner was simple, yet very tasty. The atmosphere was warm, intimate and a certain sexual tension grew between Jennifer and Bruce. They were both very close; not only physically, but also emotionally.

The temperature had dropped significantly, but it was still warm enough for her to stay in bikini, and for him to stay bare-chested.

Jennifer felt she was sharing a very exclusive moment with Bruce, and wondered if he was feeling the same. After all, he was known to be a player, and who knew what he was able to invent to seduce his prey.

“Bruce... Tell me the truth.”

“Yeah?”

“You never brought anyone here before me?”

“Nobody. I've never done what we're doing right now before.”

“Why? Why me?”

Bruce took the bottle of wine, filled Jennifer's glass, and then took a sip himself.

“Are you jealous?”

Jennifer blushed. “Jealous? Come on, don't be ridiculous. Why should I be jealous?”

“Well, you asked me twice tonight. It seems important to you. It feels like... you don't trust me.”

Jennifer thought for a minute. Despite the strong feelings she felt for Bruce, she couldn't help thinking that she was supposed to be nothing more than a stranger from East Europe, arrived a couple of days ago, sent by a company to date him. In his eyes, maybe she was nothing more than a commodity, an exotic trophy, or another conquest among many, many others.

How was she supposed to trust him? After all, he’d paid for her services, and maybe she was just a fool to believe he felt anything special for her. Maybe, it was the way he always seduced all his previous girlfriends.

But wait a minute.

The first night, after dinner at his mansion, he told me that he was looking for someone serious. Someone with values and principles, were his exact words. He looked really sincere that night. The look on his face was so sad. I don't think he was lying... but who knows. Jesus, I should really stop all this tonight. Maybe it's time for me to talk to him about what's really going on between us... And maybe I should do as I initially planned, and teach him a lesson. 

“Bruce, you didn't answer my question. Why me? Why do something so special with me? We barely know each other. You don't really know who I am. What am I doing here, if it's really something you've never done?”

He looked at the ocean and his eyes narrowed. “In my business, I'm very good at reading people. People say I'm excellent. It's like a sixth sense, an instinct. Usually, I know what to expect from someone within the first few minutes, and I'm rarely wrong. When I'm with you, my intuition tells me to let go, and to be myself. I don't feel the need to impress you, and I don't feel that I'm being judged. When I'm with you, I feel... safe.”

Jennifer looked at him intensely, feeling her heart beat faster. “I hope you’re not lying to me.”

“I’m not. I brought you here tonight, because I know you're worth my trust. It might be a bit too early to say this but... I think I see myself with you, in the long run. Actually, I didn't know how to bring it into our conversation, but you made it easier for me in the end. So thank you.” Bruce said with a smile.

Jennifer was completely confused. “You're welcome...”

Bruce put his glass down on the sand, and got closer to Jennifer, sliding his arm around her waist from behind.

He kissed her ear, and whispered “I missed you today. I hate it when we are apart. I want you to stay with me.”

The sound of his deep voice in her ear, and his sweet words gave Jennifer goose bumps all over her body, and butterflies in her gut. “I missed you too.”

At that very moment, Jennifer knew: she was falling in love with Bruce.

He leaned closer to her, and gave her a tender kiss. Jennifer, who had planned to reveal her identity just a few minutes ago, was now in Bruce's strong arms, feeling her thong bikini getting soaked.

His kiss was more passionate than ever, and pretty soon, he was on top of her, pressing his hard cock against her wet crotch. The skin of his torso was incredibly soft, and Jennifer's hands were running all over his back, his arms, and his ass.

She slipped her hands inside his underwear and grabbed his round and firm buttocks. Bruce apparently appreciated her move, and softly bit her lips. The hard feeling of his teeth, mixed with the softness of his mouth made Jennifer moan.

Then, Bruce told her to turn around and to arch her back. Jennifer was now facing the towel on the sand, with her ass up in the air. Bruce smacked one of her cheeks playfully and pulled the string of her thong aside.

Jennifer couldn't see anything, which made her even hornier. Bruce used both of his hands to spread her bottom cheeks apart, revealing her dripping vagina and her tight anus. Jennifer squealed with delight when she felt Bruce's wet tongue licking her pussy, from her clit all the way up to her delicate back passage.

Her exposed crotch was so wet that Bruce was sliding his tongue and his lips up and down, effortlessly. Jennifer was panting, and grinding her inner thighs against Bruce's face vigorously. While she was sucking her right index finger, her left hand reached her soaking clit, and rubbed it with passion.

When Bruce, still licking her, inserted his thick finger inside her empty channel, Jennifer exhaled heavily, telling him to continue. Bruce's finger was now coated with her thick white juice, and he changed the position of his hand to reach her G-spot.

Jennifer was completely overwhelmed by pleasure. While she was stimulating her clit, Bruce was busy playing with her G-spot, licking her lips and her tight little back door. Even though they were outside, Jennifer could smell the strong odor of her own excitement.

“Yeah, I like that... Don't stop!”

Bruce, like a machine, kept going as hard as he could. Jennifer felt a wave of erotic heat, feeling an orgasm approach, while her juice was slowly dripping between her thighs. She curled her toes, grabbed the towel between her teeth, and screamed, her face buried in the sand, trying to muffle her loud screams.

She took a minute to take a breath, while Bruce was still playing with her sensitive clit. She turned around, and saw him cleaning his face, covered with her white juice.

“You're such a screamer,” he said.

“Come here.” Jennifer took his head between her hands, and kissed him tenderly. “I don't scream that easily, you know. Give me a minute...”

They switched positions, Bruce lying on his back with Jennifer in his arms. They stayed like that for ten minutes, without saying a word, listening to the wind and the ocean, while Jennifer was catching her breath.