Emma Ch 02 3

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Just want to say a quick thank you to all those who commented and emailed positive responses to my first story featuring Emma Watson. That was originally meant to be a standalone story and was therefore written in a way that made a sequel unlikely (notwithstanding the epilogue). But I fell in love with the characters and apparently so did many others, and so here we are. While I could have gone back and rewrote the ending to make things easier for myself, I felt that was a cheat and decided to make the best out of what I had. As a result, I'm not entirely sure the story that follows completely works on a narrative level (too bloated and verbose), but then I guess narrative isn't exactly a priority in erotica. However, I can promise that if there's any interest, future instalments will be less longwinded and more fun.

Anyway, hope you enjoy the story. Comments and votes are appreciated.

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Emma Watson...

It was the best day and a half of my life; and I can't tell anyone about it. Not that they'd believe me. Hell, sometimes I don't believe it. It sounds like some kind of sleazy fantasy I had dreamed up on a lonely night. And yet, I have her panties hidden in my wardrobe at home like some sort of trophy. Beneath it sits my copy of 'Harry Potter & the Prisoner of Azkaban', with a handwritten message from her on the inside of front cover thanking me for a lovely time and telling me she might call one day.

Of course, when paparazzi shots showed up online of her and I sitting at a hotel bar having a few beers, my friends and family started talking. I showed them the signed copy of the other Harry Potter book I had her autograph which contained a much more innocent message. My friends asked me if I "put the moves on her". I simply replied, "she's Emma Watson". Those words translated to "I struck out" to most people; and I'm more than happy for them to believe that. Just the memories of what we got up to in that hotel room are enough.

She said she might call me one day if she got the chance to come back to Australia. I admit that for awhile I kept a close eye on her Twitter feed and fansites for any news, but there was no hint that she would be coming back anytime soon. It was now seven months later and whatever miniscule hope I ever held that she would call was gone. But as it turns out, life is strange.

One day while I sat in my office at work, I received a phone call. The caller ID was blocked and I just assumed it was one of my clients.

"HMH Lawyers, Nate speaking."

"Ooh, very professional," said a girl with an English accent.

"Hi, can I help you?" I asked while absentmindedly thinking about what I wanted to eat for lunch.

"Nate, it's Emma."

"Emma...?" I asked without much enthusiasm.

I heard a soft chuckle on the other end before she said; "Do you really not recognise my voice?"

I started paying attention and suddenly it dawned on me who was on the other end. I sat up straight and peeked out of the door of my office to make sure no one else was listening.

"Emma... Hi," I said, my mouth suddenly dry.

"Hi. How've you been?"

"Great. You?"

"Great."

There was silence on both ends. Neither of us spoke for a few seconds. I couldn't even hear her breathing on the other end, although I did hear the very faint sound of traffic, which led me to ask,

"Where are you?"

"London," she said, before adding, "I uh, I'm heading to Australia soon."

"Really?" I said, struggling to curb my enthusiasm.

"Yeah. I'll be in Sydney for the Australian Premiere for my new movie."

"Oh yeah, I saw some early reviews for that the other day."

"And?"

"Well, Variety hates it."

"Of course they did," Emma sighed. "Any positives?"

"Well, everyone seems to love Russell Crowe."

The sound of Emma laughing came through the phone. It was music to my ears. Just hearing her voice again brought back memories of our time together. I was beginning to wonder if history would repeat itself. But I wasn't about to lead off with that. Instead, I said,

"Will he be at the premiere?"

"Who? Russell? I imagine so. He's one of your lot after all."

"My lot?" I asked.

"Australian," she explained.

"Oh of course," I chuckled nervously. "Can I meet him? He's one of my favourite actors."

"Get to Sydney on the 24th and I'll make sure the two of you end up having a beer together."

"Thanks Emma."

Again, we lapsed into silence. I strained to hear her on the other end. Nothing. There was nothing said for at least 5 seconds; and when you're on the phone with Emma Watson, 5 seconds feels like an eternity. Suddenly, I thought back to what she had just said and ask,

"Hold on. You said the 24th?"

"Uh-huh."

"This month or next?"

"This month."

"Emma, that's this Monday," I said whilst double checking on my computer.

"Yeah."

"That's only four days away."

"Yeah. Can you come?" she replied quietly.

"I'd have to take a day off work."

"Take the week off. I'll fly you out."

"Notwithstanding how emasculating it is to have a girl by your airplane tickets for you; what do you have in mind?"

"I need company. And we had fun last time I was in Australia."

I took a moment before answering. Not because I didn't know how to reply, but because I was genuinely baffled why she was calling me. We did have fun during her last visit to Australia. But I'd be lying if I said it was anything more than casual sex. She said she might give me a call next time she was in Australia, but I never expected she would. Hollywood actresses don't seek out the company of junior lawyers in Australia who they've only knew for an accumulated total of only 40 hours. But when Emma Watson asks you to come to Sydney to meet her, you don't say no.

"Done," I replied.

***

It felt strange to sit the lobby of the Park Hyatt Hotel in Sydney Harbour at Emma Watson's invitation and knowing we were likely going to continue where we left off was a strange situation to be in. This was beginning to feel like the most elaborate and expensive booty call in history. And why I was the lucky recipient, I'll never know. In any event, it was significantly preferable to being at work.

I had been waiting for about 15 minutes when I saw her. And as if this situation wasn't strange and dreamlike enough, the sun shone through the doorway as she walked in, giving her an almost ethereal quality. She waltzed in surrounded by her entourage and pursued by the paparazzi. Hotel security ushered Emma inside and barred any of the paparazzi from coming in. Things had suddenly become very hectic. And here I was hoping for a quiet and intimate reunion. Once inside, Emma greeted the concierge and hotel staff. She looked as if she had done it a thousand times (and probably had). Inside the (relative) privacy of the hotel lobby, I managed to get a better look at Emma. Just like the last time I saw her, she wore a pair of large sunglasses which she had only just taken off. Her clothes appeared modest; leggings and a long green shirt.

I wasn't sure what I should do. I couldn't just walk up to her and say hello. I sensed she wanted my visit to be incognito. So I decided to place myself between her and the elevator and hope she would notice me on her way past. This was something I hadn't resorted to doing since high school when I had a crush on the girl in my history class. And wouldn't you know it, just like in high school, it worked.

She was preoccupied with her phone as she walked towards the elevator and only glanced up momentarily to wave at some fans. As she did so, our eyes met. Her eyes lit up as a wide smile spread across her face. She was clearly debating whether or not to stop and talk to me but was also noticeably concerned at the lack of privacy. Her eyes darted back and forth from me, to her entourage to everyone else who was watching her every move. She was about to walk past me when at the last second, she stopped dead in her tracks and turned to me.

"Nate! How are you?" she said happily in that posh English accent of hers.

"I'm great," I replied; both surprised and at the same time smug to be the source her attention.

She walked up to me and hugged me like an old friend. This too took me by surprised. That same perfume I remembered from all those months back filled the air again as her hair brushed against my face and her arms wrapped around me in a warm embrace. As she was about to let go, she whispered in my ear,

"Just play along."

Before I could reply, she indicated to a middle-aged woman in her entourage and said,

"Nate, I'd like you to meet my publicist, Wendy."

Wendy and I shook hands as I suddenly remembered her from Emma's last visit to Australia. She had interrupted us in the middle of our amorous activities and ushered an abrupt end to our dalliance. If Wendy remembered me, she gave no indication. Emma continued,

"This is Nate, he's the budding journalist I was telling you about earlier. I offered to give him an exclusive. Could you pencil him in for an hour or so sometime soon."

I literally could not stop smiling to whole time she was speaking. Just being in her presence again and having her talk to me brought me more joy than I thought possible.

Wendy looked at me for a moment and she said, "I thought I had arranged for all press interviews to be conducted at the junket tomorrow. Who are you with Nate?"

I had no idea what she meant and looked to Emma for help. Emma had apparently already planned for these questions and answered for me.

"Nate's still an intern at one of the city papers. He's actually a friend of a friend so he's not on any of your official lists. I'm just doing him a favour-"

"And I'm very grateful Emma," I added quickly, desperate to not be silent for this whole conversation.

Emma smiled and said, "Just pencil him in for a couple of hours.

Wendy scrolled through her calendar on her iPad as Emma and I looked at each other with goofy looking grins on our faces. We both struggled to curb our excitement in front of everyone in the hotel lobby, which at this moment seemed like the entire population of Sydney. Eventually Wendy said,

"Well, you're almost completely booked up today. Tomorrow is jam-packed, what with junket lasting from morning to arfternoon and the premiere in the evening, so I can't fit him in then. But you're free anytime after 1 o'clock on Wednesday. How long do you suppose you'll need for your questions?"

Emma and I both frowned when we heard that. Neither of us wanted to wait two days. But Emma, ever the consummate professional simply replied,

"We just need a couple of hours," Emma answered.

Wendy raised an eyebrow and asked me, "For an interview? How many questions do you have?"

"We also want to catch up afterwards. We're old friends," Emma quickly said before I could get a word in.

"I thought he was a friend of a friend," asked Wendy, clearly becoming suspicious.

"Wendy, can you please just find us a couple of hours to catch up? When I added the extra days to this trip, it wasn't so you could fill them up with interviews and photoshoots," Emma replied with a hint of frustration.

This came as news to me. When she said she'd be in Sydney most of the week, I assumed it was just for work. It never occurred to me she wanted to put aside a couple of days for us to spend together. Wendy, sensing Emma's mild annoyance, looked over her iPad again and said,

"Well, you have leave for your photoshoot with Vogue in about an hour, and I wanted to go over your itinerary first, but I suppose that can wait."

Emma mouthed the words "thank you" to Wendy before grabbing my arm and leading me towards the elevator. We didn't say a word until we stepped inside and the doors closed. All the prying eyes disappeared until there was just me and her in a small confined space. Alone at last. Emma, being shorter than I was, stood on her toes and kissed me on the cheek before saying,

"Sorry about all that. I can't seem to get anytime to myself these days."

The kiss took me by surprise and had me reeling as she continued to talk.

"I'm glad you came," she said.

"I'm glad you called. To be honest, I never expected you would," I replied.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Because you're Emma Watson."

"And?"

I let out a nervous chuckle before replying; "And, big actresses like yourself don't go seeking the company of guys like me when you could literally choose from any other guy in the world."

"I probably could," she said with more of a tone of resignation than pride.

"So why me?"

"You made me smile. And you looked at me as someone other than Hermione Granger."

"I'm not sure how true that is but I can't be the only one."

"No, I guess not. I do bump into nice guys like every so often on these promotional tours. But I never did with them what I did with you."

"Lucky me," I said in a much sleazier voiced than I had intended. "How was your flight?"

"Long. London to Sydney always is."

The elevator doors opened into a hallway that led to a single door. It didn't occur to me until now but Emma was going to be staying in hotel penthouse. Emma waltzed in like she owned the place. The glitz and glamour didn't faze her at all, although she did seem rather taken aback by the gorgeous view of Sydney Harbour. She stood by the large windows that ran from floor to ceiling and wall to wall which provided a near 180 degree look at the city. Meanwhile I just had to stand there in the middle of the room and gawk at the penthouse. It was basically a large apartment furnished with expensive furniture and packed with luxury hotel amenities from gift baskets to a fully stocked bar.

"How long until you have to leave for that photoshoot," I asked as I walked around the place and peeked into every nook and cranny; soaking up the life of luxury.

"Not long. An hour at most."

I took a peek into the bedroom and to see a large king sized bed. Something told me we would be spending a lot of time there. Emma quietly walked up behind me and peaked into the bedroom.

"Give you any ideas?" she said.

"A few."

Emma smiled and walked back to the windows. I was so unused to such extravagance that I was barely paid any attention to Emma and continued to gawk at the penthouse. Eventually, Emma said,

"I hate to be crass Nate, but do you mind?"

"What?" I asked as I turned around to face her.

Emma was still standing by the window. But sometime in the past 30 seconds, she had removed her shirt and was currently reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra. My jaw hit the floor.

"It was a really long flight. I badly need to relax," she said seductively with that accent of hers.

"Just one elaborate and expensive booty call," I muttered.

Emma chuckled and shrugged at my comment. I began walking towards her as the white bra slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor. And there they were. Just as small and perky as I remembered.

"Do you want me to turn off my phone like last time?" I asked.

"I don't care. Just fuck me Nate," Emma said with a surprising bluntness.

A sense of déjà vu came over me I looked at her. But there was also a sense of confusion. What was it about me that made me so lucky? Why did she choose me? I would've dwelled on these questions for longer but in that moment, I stopped thinking with my head and started thinking with another body part as I began to hurriedly take off my jeans. She followed suit and began to peel off her skin tight black leggings down her smooth legs before casually kicking them across the room. I took off my shirt as quickly as possible so I could continue to stare at her nubile young body. We both stood nearly completely naked. She only wore her panties and I my underwear. Nothing needed to be said. I slowly took my underwear off and so did she. We were both stark naked, and judging by the way she stared hungrily at me erection, we were both ready.

I approached her slowly and wrapped my arms around her and squeezed our naked bodies together. A multitude of sensations occurred at one from the feeling of her breasts pushing up against my chest, to my penis pushing against her tight hole, one hand on her rear and another on her long silky smooth back, my lips on hers and her tongue against my own, and my God, that perfume. It was approaching sensory overload.

I pushed her up against the window and guided the tip of my penis to her hot opening and slowly pushed in. Emma let out a long pleasurable sigh as the walls of her vagina tightened around me. Emma stood with her back flat against the window and made no attempt to move us anywhere else. She grabbed my head with one hand as she began to passionately kiss me. I reached down and lifted her left leg up while wrapping my other arm around her waist.

If I was being honest, it'd been awhile since I had sex so I seriously doubted my ability to last very long. But then she was already surprisingly wet, so maybe I wouldn't have to. As unfathomable as it may seem, I think she might have been looking forward to this as much as me.

Without bothering to build up any steam, I instantly began to thrust in and out of her with great intensity. Each thrust squashed her buttocks up against the window. To my surprise, Emma didn't mind and pushed forward to meet my thrusts. I watched as her jaw slackened and she began to moan on pleasure. I watched as she looked the length of her body and saw the sight of my penis moving in and out of her; seemingly happy with what she saw, she threw her head back and once more pushed her hips forward, driving me deep inside of her. I pushed right back and slammed her against the window once more and reached up and grabbed her breasts in both hands causing her to gasp.

Her insides were so slick by now, allowing me to move in and out of her with ease. I lost track of how much time passed we stood there fucking against the glass but eventually, and almost at once, I felt myself climax and empty myself inside of her. I groaned loudly and forcefully pushed against her in long deep thrusts giving her everything I had left. I wasn't sure if she had had her release but I was done. Suddenly without warning, Emma pushed my hips back slightly, and while I was still hard, slammed herself down hard on my cock driving me deep inside of her. Once wasn't enough, nor was twice enough, but on the third time, we pushed roughly against each other and Emma cried out so loudly she might as well have been screaming. Her whole body collided with the window again as she leapt up and wrapped her legs around me. I held her in my arms as I felt a fresh wave of moisture pour out of her while she continued to convulse from her orgasm. She rested head against my shoulder and breathed deeply into my ear.

"Bring back any memories?" she muttered.

I chuckled wearily and nodded as I continued to hold her to me until my arms began to tire. Slowly, I lowered us both down until we crumpled on the floor beside the window, still holding each other and panting.

"So...you just get right to the point don't you?" I said.

"Are you complaining?" she asked between deep breaths.

"No, I just never thought I'd be here again."

"Life full of surprises," she said.

"Believe me, I know," I chuckled.

I sat up slightly and lowered my mouth onto her breasts and took her nipple between my lips. Emma smiled and moaned softly as I began to gently suck on her nipples as her breasts heaved up and down with every breath she took. Emma began to run her fingers my hair and nudged my head from once breast to the other.

"I'm sorry if that seemed sudden, but it's just been really a long time," she bemoaned

"A long time since?" I asked.

Emma craned her head to look down at me. With her nipple still in my mouth, I looked up. Emma's expression said it all. I dropped the subject and continued to lazily fondle and suck on her breasts. They were just as firm and perky as I remembered. I lapped up her nipples hungrily whilst kneading her other breast, savouring the feeling of her young flesh my hand. Emma didn't seem to mind and just laid there on her back silently. After more than a minute of silence, she said,