(This is story is a follow up the previously posted story "Unmasked"
You don't have to read the previous story in order to understand this one. But it will provide the background and events leading up this story. Hope you enjoy it.)
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I'm still sitting here, still in disbelief that I have just slept with Emily Blunt. I know I will probably never see her again. I get my things and begin to pack up as I am off to Monaco for the Grand prix. Amazingly I garnered tickets at the very last moment. I decide to take a train as to have a rather leisurely journey.
I arrive in Monaco after a rather uneventful train journey and check in to a hotel and lay back and relax. I am here a few days early before the F1 circus comes to town. I decide to head down to the bar and enjoy a drink or two. I sit down and sip on my drink and just then a figure walks into the door and I nearly spit my drink out.
In another shocking coincidence Emily Blunt just happens to walk into the hotel. I lay back in case cameras are abound but it seems she notices me as looks to me and gives me a sly wink. I am amazed and simply must be dreaming so I pinch myself again, no I am not dreaming.
I finish my drink and head back to the room and see across the hall in another one of the opulent hotel suites Emily standing by the door.
"Bill, this is either one of two things, a coincidence or stalkerish."
"I assure you it is the former."
"Well come in then."
I obviously accept and head in and we head to the balcony overlooking the city where in a few days honed machines race around the streets of this principality. We go back in and sit down and talk to one another.
"Emily, I must thank you for Paris you made a lonely man very happy."
"Oh come on stop being modest you're a rare man, one who actually gives a damn about women."
"I don't know how I plucked up the courage to talk you then. Maybe the masks help."
"Listen I know you may feel intimidated by women from what you're telling me now but hell this is life. The impossible can happen."
"Thank you Emily, the only thing kinder than your words is the way you say them."
"Aw thank you."
"Well I've never been much good with chatting up women or wooing them like one of these Hollywood playboys. I can scarcely believe I'm sat here talking to you."
"Listen you need not feel intimidated because I am a normal human being, just like you."
"Apart from the fact people from all over the world know your name."
"That's not important here; you can't sell yourself short because you've been chasing the wrong women."
"Come here sit next to me."
Emily lifted herself off the chair and came over and sat next to me and we cuddled together. Her body felt warm to the touch and I feel like I am having an outer body experience. Here I am in Monaco, sat on a couch holding Emily Blunt in my arms, I half expect to wake from this wonderful dream.
"Thank you, Emily, for showing me that some women are genuine and caring of other people, despite what past encounters has shown me."
"You're welcome."
Emily then turns to me and gives me a kiss on the lips, she tastes sweet and most certainly every inch the dream girl, I imagined her to be.
"After Paris, I didn't think I would be seeing you again."
"Nor I Bill. I have something to confess to you, you're the first man I have felt something deep for since my husband died."
"I just want to return you the kindness and love you have shown me."
"You have done more than that; you mended a woman's broken heart."
"I'm glad I could help."
"Oh stop being so modest."
We then lay down on the bed and held each other tenderly and gazed deep into one another's eyes. I feel mesmerised and sense one of the most genuine connections with a woman I have ever experienced.We drift to sleep and wake later in the evening. We feel refreshed and a little more in love it would appear.
"How about we get something to eat?"
"How about room service? There are probably a million cameras outside."
"Oh that's right, I'm sorry."
"Hey don't worry, they fact that you forgot tells me something about you."
"What does it tell you Emily?"
"That you aren't simply looking for a famous face to fuck."
"I think you are the most beautiful and gorgeous woman to ever walk this earth and us mere mortals aren't worthy of your beauty."
"That was a little corny, but I sense the sincerity in what you are saying."
Emily then kissed on the lips and said to me, "Few men have fucked me the way you did in Paris."
I returned the kiss and then replied "Well I don't think any woman has fucked me the way you did."
"Thank you for that, but you must know I am not perfect."
"Emily to me you are, I too feel something deep for you."
"Well I don't know about you but this can't be a mere coincidence Bill, the fact that we are here in this bed, together."
"I don't think it is either Emily."
I run my fingers through her luscious long locks of hair all the while remaining fixed upon her delightful blue eyes I have ever seen. I reach down and begin to unbutton her blouse and reveal her lace bra and then I pulled it off completely. I reach down and unbuttoned her jeans. She lifts up her gorgeous behind and slides her jeans off and is now down to her white lingerie.
She sits up unhooks her bra whilst I slid down her panties to reveal her gorgeous naked form. I then moved in front of her and began to fondle her pussy and lick causing a spirited reaction from Emily. I flicked my tongue in between her gorgeous pussy and she loves every bit of it.
I look up at her as she arches her back and looks up to the ceiling. The lust is simply penetrating both her body and mine. I move up and lock lips with hers and I then felt her hand grasp my shaft and began to stroke it.
She pushed me on to my back and then continued to stroke my cock a bit more. Emily then straddled me and slowly slide herself onto me cock and began to go up and down my hardened shaft.
Here I am once again fucking Emily Blunt yet another unbelievable occurrence. My mind and heart is racing as once again the most beautiful woman in the world is riding my cock. How unbelievable is my life at this point.
I sit up and wrap my arms around her whilst my cock is still deep inside her pussy and giving her a good reason to moan. We continue to kiss with passion and as the sounds of Monaco pass the window.
I feel the heat that has built up between us, the sweat emerging from our bodies as the aura of lust intertwines tightly between us on this day. There is a sexual truth playing out here as we come together and fuck with passion. We are connecting on a level never before experienced by me.
