Note- This is not a portrayal of actual events. None of this ever occurred. Also, for those who are not sure. Raducanu is nineteen years of age.
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Emma Watson screamed out as her lover once again plugged her pussy with his big dick. She strummed her sensitive clit to achieve yet another mind-blowing orgasm. Her youthful lover thrust in and out of her hard and fast, practically slamming the slender actress into the soft mattress. He buried himself balls deep in her sopping muff and she held onto his arms and shoulders as she shuddered from her climax. He was ten years younger than she and he had that virility that came with his tender age. His cock was still hard and embedded inside her, but he hadn't cum yet. And Emma smiled as she knew he would be starting again momentarily. She had met the well hung Spaniard two years before, when he had just turned nineteen, and she tried to hook up with him whenever she visited Ibiza.
"Fuck me again."
"Si, Senorita."
She tilted her head back as Juan kissed her throat and began to give her slow, but assured pelvic thrusts. His tight butt clenched and he dug his toes in as he rose and fell atop of the grateful English rose.
x
One day earlier.
Emma Raducanu settled in seat two, row two in the business section of the Iberia Airbus flight from Madrid to Ibiza.
She had taken the opportunity to take a break from her hectic schedule to try to relax in some well earned sunshine.
Born 13 November 2002, Emma had been a British professional tennis player for less than a year, yet was the reigning US Open champion and the first British woman to win a Grand Slam singles title since Virginia Wade in the 1977 Wimbledon Championships.
Emma had been born in Toronto but raised in London from age five. She made her WTA Tour debut in June 2021. With a wildcard entry at Wimbledon, ranked outside the top 300, she reached the fourth round in her first major tournament. At the US Open two months later, she became the first singles qualifier in the Open Era to win a Grand Slam title, beating Leylah Fernandez in the final without dropping a set in the tournament. She owed her stunning looks and superb physical shape to the heritage of her parents. Her father had been born in Bucharest, Romania, and her mother in Shenyang, China.
Emma had become an overnight sensation, and had collected a number of lucrative advertising deals worth millions in an incredibly short space of time.
"Hi. I'm the window seat."
"Sure."
The dark haired tennis pro got up so that the woman in the aisle could access her seat. Once seated, both females did a double take.
"EMMA!" They both chorused together.
"Emma Watson! Oh, wow. I've been a big fan of yours ever since I was little. I love all the Potter books and films."
"And you're Emma Raducanu. So pleased to meet you. I was in New York when you won the Open. It really was..."
"The Fairytale of New York. I know."
"Are you staying in Ibiza?"
"Yeah. Just two days and then I hook up with my coaching team back in Madrid. I'm staying at the Nobu Hotel in Ibiza Bay."
"Me too! Oh, you're going to love it there. I come out here every Summer. The rooms and food are great, and they have a tennis court. Hey! Maybe you could give me a few lessons?"
"I'd be happy to."
"Great. This trip is going to be so much fun."
They settled back for the ninety minute flight and got to know each other better. Their conversation felt easy, as if between old friends rather than a first time meet.
x
It was the afternoon of the first day as Emma W and Emma R sat
in the hotel cafe by the pool deck. After two Summers that can only be described as damp squibs, it was wonderful to feel the warm Mediterranean sun warm their skin and lift their spirits. Both were drinking pomegranate juice and enjoying a snack. Emma R grabbed her oozing pastry with the swirls of chocolate that was already melting in the hot sunshine.
Her new friend was biting into her Pain Suisse au chocolat which was even more chocolate-y.
"Pure bliss."
They had just finished a session of tennis and both were happy and content.
The thirty-two year old Emma oozed confidence with every pore. She wore shorts and a black biker crop top with a light blue hat embroidered with a white heart design. The top sowed off her toned stomach and abs perfectly. The actress also wore brown-rimmed sunglasses and had her hair tucked into a low bun that poked out from the bottom of her hat. She completed her look with grey sneakers.
She looked at the other Emma, who stood tall at a height of five feet and nine inches. She had a perfectly shaped, fit body that weighed around fifty-one kilos. Both her eyes and hair were dark brown in colour, which contrasted well with her white Tottenham Hotspur soccer jersey and matching shorts.
"You look so fit."
"Thanks."
Emma explained that she kept her well-maintained body by doing frequent exercise. Her body type is athletic and her body slim.
She sighed as she munched blissfully on her pastry.
"I daren't eat too many of these, though."
"Tell me about it. So, do you have a boyfriend? Or maybe girlfriend?"
"No! No. Never have the time these days."
"But you have dated before?"
The younger Emma blushed.
"Sure. I've had my moments. I fooled around some when I was a bit younger. But the boys were so immature."
"I know. I had the same trouble when I turned eighteen. Now, I like to make up for lost time and get away to Ibiza every year."
She put a hand beside her cheek and whispered.
"I have a secret boy toy out here called Juan. He's such a darling, and he knows how to push my buttons. Heaven. I'm seeing him tonight and I can't wait to get laid!"
"Right."
"I call him Crispy, he's so hot! He's my Spanish spicy sausage!"
Emma laughed at her own joke.
"Oh, the sex is so steamy, and he always leaves me hungry for more."