Emma

It is sometime in May, I'm not sure of the exact date. I should be thousands of miles away in another country on another continent, sitting in my office and doing mind-numbingly boring paperwork. Instead, I'm standing in a hotel room in downtown Tokyo overlooking the urban expanse of neon lit skyscrapers. I had taken an extended leave of absence from work to be here; admittedly a rather irresponsible decision, but one that I don't regret for a second. But that's not the strangest part of my current situation. The strangest part is that behind me on the bed sits Emma Watson. This wasn't some girl who happened to share the same name as the famous actress; this was the famous actress. This was THE Emma Watson of Harry Potter fame.

As I looked out across the city, I thought back on how we got here. Officially, Emma was here to shoot a television ad for a popular Japanese soft drink which in her words tasted "pretty savage". Unofficially, we were merely using this as an excuse to escape from our respective lives. Emma was desperate to escape her celebrity lifestyle for awhile and a low key trip to Japan was the perfect way to do this. My situation was a bit more complicated. I was still a middle class working 23 year old trying to make ends meet. So after Emma and I rekindled our romance at a film premiere in Sydney earlier this year, she stayed at my quiet suburban house in Australia for awhile. But when the paparazzi caught wind of her presence, it got to be too much. I also suspected Emma wasn't really content with sitting at home alone all day while I continued to work 9-5, and so we left Australia after only two weeks. This wasn't a particularly wise career decision on my part but my job had gotten to be rather monotonous and just a tiny bit soul crushing. Also, when Emma Watson asks you to run away with her, you don't say no. We had been in Tokyo for a little over three weeks now, and so far, it was paradise.

"I finally checked my email today," Emma said interrupting my daydreaming.

I turned away from the window and faced her. She sat casually on the bed in her pyjamas reading from her iPad.

"Yeah? Anything interesting," I asked.

"My agent is still begging me to take on another project, my publicist is insisting I take part in a DVD/Blu-Ray promotion tour for my last film and Warner Brothers wants to fly me out to LA to have my face scanned for a new line of Harry Potter toys. Oh, and there was also a spam email about Viagra pills."

I raised an eyebrow at her. "You trying to tell me something Em?"

"There are a few things I would improve about you, but everything in that department is working just fine," she replied with a smile.

"So you gonna go?"

"Go where?"

"LA; you just said they want to fly you out."

"I think the world can survive without new Harry Potter toys. And I know for a fact Daniel won't be heading to LA anytime soon and without him, there's no new Harry Potter action figure and without a new Harry Potter action figure, there's new no toy line."

Even now with the level of familiarity and intimacy between us, it was still rare to hear Emma talk about anything Harry Potter related. Although coincidentally, one of the films was on Japanese television the other night, which resulted in us having a good (albeit drunken) time watching it and laughing at the overly enthusiastic Japanese dubbing. Still, it was strange to hear her mentioning Daniel Radcliff's name with such casualness. Although having recently found out that her contacts list on her phone reads like a who's who of Hollywood, perhaps it shouldn't have surprised me.

"Besides, you don't really want to go to LA do you? It's chaotic for people like me," she continued.

"That's okay, Japan suits me just fine. As long as you're with me," I said as I climbed on the bed and lay down beside her.

Emma leaned back and rested her head against my chest. I ran my fingers through the long hair and I thought the lazy morning we had spent in the hotel room.

"You want to eat out for lunch again?" I asked, "I found a good sushi place yesterday that's only a 10 minute walk away. It's near the train station"

"It's Japan Nate, every sushi place is good," she said with a smile. "Besides, I think I know the place you're talking about. The one with the big neon fisherman sign out front, right? There are betters sushi bars."

"You've eaten there have you?"

"No, but I can always tell," she said stubbornly.

"No you can't!" I exclaimed, while chuckling.

"Shush, I'm worldly and well-travelled, I know these things," she said jokingly in a typically posh British accent.

I shook my head and laughed before replying in a mockingly, "Okay, where would you like to eat then Miss 'Worldly and Well-Travelled'?"

"Why don't we just stay in and order room service instead? I want to finish my book."

I chuckled and said, "Again with the book. I can't believe you. You ask me to runaway with you so you could escape from your life, and on the second week, you enrol in a university."

"I've been meaning to complete my degree for ages, but work always got in the way," she said defensively. "Besides, it's only part time study online, not exactly the most demanding timetable."

This was something else I had learnt about Emma quite recently; she was smart. Like, really smart. Ivy League university smart. There hadn't been anytime to learn stuff like that when we were busy having sex in hotels during her promotional tours, but now that we had a chance to slow down and really got to know each other, I liked her even more. Emma had spent a lot of our time in Japan just reading and doing her assignments. It was interesting to see how much enjoyment she got from it.

"Okay, no sushi, but we're not ordering up again," I said,

"That sandwich they brought up to the room yesterday did taste pretty bad," she said, nodding in agreement. "But I am getting hungry so..."

Emma pressed a button on her iPad and suddenly the familiar Siri tone rang out. Emma said spoke into the microphone,

"Siri, where is the nearest 5 star restaurant?"

"There are several restaurants close to your location," said the robot-like Siri voice.

I tried to take a peek at the iPad screen but Emma had it angled away from me.

"Anything?" I asked.

"Fine, let's just go to your sushi place" she said as she sat up.

"That was the only result wasn't it?" I asked with a satisfied smile.

"No comment," she said with the tiniest hint of a smile.

"It was wasn't it?" I said as I wrapped my arms around her slender waist and began kissing her neck.

"Let me go."

I slipped my hands up her shirt and ran them up her smooth flat stomach until I could feel her breasts on tips of my fingers. I traced my fingers fleetingly along the underside of her young firm tits before pushing my hand up between them, savouring her silky smooth skin and the way her tits parted before my hands.

"Still want me to let go?" I asked as I took both nipples between my thumb and forefingers and tweaked them ever so slightly.

"Mmm," she purred before replying, "Yes."

With one hand held between her breasts, I slid my other hand down the length of her body and into her panties before running my hand down the length of her vagina. I angled my head so I could see her face and slowly slid my index finger inside of her. As I expected, a small smile to spread across her face as my finger penetrated her.

Emma and I had had enough sex by now that we knew each others rhythms, likes and dislikes and small quirks. I knew how she'd react if I began to finger her or fondle her tits. She knew that I always enjoyed her tits and reacted accordingly by taking off her shirt. I gave her left breast a firm squeeze and her nipple a gentle suck before laying her down flat on the bed and moving between her legs. Without a word, she raised both legs and I pulled off her pants and panties and once. As Emma lay naked on the bed, she closed her eyes like she always did. I've assumed she does it because she likes to be surprised when I first enter her. At this stage, our love making was passionate and still frequent, but we had admittedly settled into a comfortable routine. And so, I decided to give her a surprise.

I took both her legs in my hands and forcefully spread them as far apart as possible. I lowered my head between her legs and I slowly stuck my tongue out and gently pushed it inside of her. Emma gasped loudly and grabbed at the sheets with her hands as her thighs tried to clamp down on my head. I forced her legs apart again and pulled my tongue out before planting a kiss on her clitoris and gently sucked on it causing her whole body to quiver momentarily. I looked up for a moment to see Emma looking down the length of her body at me. I always did like seeing her from new angles. I maintained eye contact for as long as possible as spread the lips of her vagina apart with my fingers before running my tongue up and down the length of her slit. Emma's jaw dropped but not a sound came out; at least not until my tongue entered her again. Emma moaned loudly and from where I was looking, rolled her eyes back into her head and squirmed in ecstasy. I hadn't gone down on her since we first met all that time ago, perhaps it was for that reason that she tasted extra sweet.

I pulled back for a moment and looked at her tight hole, covered in a fine sheen of my saliva. I gently placed a couple of fingers on either side and spread her apart again before pushing my tongue as far inside of her as I could. Emma arched her back and moaned once more before she tapped me on the shoulder and said in desperation,

"Oh God, just fuck me! Fuck me now!"

With my tongue still inside of her, I reached up and blinded grabbed at her breasts. I took both her nipples between my fingers.

"Oh God! I need to cum right now! Just fuck me!" she begged.

I was happy to oblige and pulled my tongue out of her and moved up her body before guiding the tip of my penis between her legs. I'd done this so many times now I didn't even need to look and easily slid inside of her. Emma moaned right into my ear and continued to do so as I began to push in and out of her. She was a tight girl, but her insides were well and truly wet by now. Emma turned her head to me and our lips met, soon followed by her tongue. It turned my on even more to know Emma could probably taste her own juices as she kissed me. I made a note to myself to ask her later whether this was the first time that had happened. I wasn't pacing myself and was thrusting in and out of her as fast as I could. Our bodies and our mouths were pressed tightly against each other as we lay moaning in pleasure on the bed.

Emma laid her hands on my chest and gently pushed me up so that we faced each other. I didn't let this stop me and continued to fuck her, but I did ask,

"What?"

Emma shrugged and said between deep breaths and gasps, "I was... thinking...let's just...ahh...let's just order up room service."

I smiled widely and Emma chuckled. I wrapped my arms around her and thrust into her with more force than usual. Emma cried out in pleasure and suddenly, I rolled us over on the bed until I was on my back and Emma was on top of me.

"Can you take it from here honey?" I asked teasingly.

Emma gave me a mischievous smile and placed her hands on my chest and moved up her knees so that she straddled me. And just like that, she began to ride me. I marvelled at her beauty as I looked up and so her hair flowing wildly, her perky tits bouncing up and down and those piercing brown eyes of hers looking right at me. I tore my eyes away from her momentarily and reached for the phone on the bedside table and quickly dialled a number. As I put the phone to my ear, I reached up and put my hand over her mouth and muffled her moaning. A heavily accented Japanese woman answered the phone,

"Room service."

"Hi, are you guys serving the ramen noodles yet?" I asked while struggling to keep my voice calm as Emma bounced up and down on top of me.

"Yes sir, we serve everything on the menu 24/7," the hotel clerk replied.

"Great, send up two bowls to Miss Watson's room," I said before abruptly slamming the phone back down.

The moment I did so, Emma slapped my hand away from my mouth and continued to cry out in pleasure. Emma began gyrating her hips as I began to feel myself build towards an orgasm. Emma arched her back once more, thrusting her chest out as I continued to move in and out of her slick and tight hole. I reached up and grabbed her bouncing tits, kneading them in my hands.

Suddenly I saw her whole body tightening up as her thighs pressed hard against my sides. Emma slammed herself down hard causing me to groan, whether in pain or pleasure, I'm not sure. She arched her back even further and threw her head back. I angled my head so I could see her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut tightly as he mouth remained open but not a sound came out. Suddenly, I felt a fresh wave of moisture envelope my penis and ooze out of her tight hole. Emma remained still for awhile when suddenly a long low moan came out of her mouth as her body softened. The mere sight of Emma's full bodied orgasm was enough to bring about my own as I felt myself ejaculate coating her insides even further.

Without another sound, Emma fell forwards and crashed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. I could her Emma's deep panting as I felt her hot breath on my ear.

"Still just as good as the first time," Emma muttered.

Anyone watching as Emma lay exhausted on top of me could've been forgiven for believing this was her first time or was the first time in a long time that she had had sex. But the funny thing is, we had only just fucked earlier that morning, and yesterday, and the day before that, and the day... well, you get the picture.

***

My eyes opened to find Emma lazily tracing her finger up and down my chest. I could feel her breasts against my arm, her leg slung over mine and her wet pussy pressed up against my leg. I turned to her and she simply shook her head and said,

"Typical male. One fuck and you go right to sleep."

"I'm not the one who woke up the whole hotel with her moans," I replied.

Emma playfully hit me on the chest and said, "I wasn't that loud."

"You were actually. In fact, ever since I met you, you've been getting progressively louder."

"You point being," Emma said with a hint of admission in her voice.

"Have I gotten that much better?" I joked.

Emma laughed and replied, "I thought it wouldn't look very ladylike if I was screaming at the top of my lungs like a whore on first meeting."

"No one could ever call you a whore Em."

"Of course not. My publicist would never allow it."

I laughed as I sat up and looked at the clock. I frowned and turned to her,

"Where the fuck is our food?"

"I don't know. Call them again," she said as she inspected her nails in a surprisingly sexy manner.

"It never takes this long."

I began to reach for the phone when Emma said, "Hold on, you told them to send the food up to "Miss Watson's" room didn't you?"

I gave her a quizzical look and replied, "Is that a trick question? Of course I did."

Emma sighed, "There is no one by the name of "Emma Watson" checked in at this hotel. We checked in as Mr and Mrs Bond. Remember? You thought it would be hilarious if people called you Mr Bond."

"Fuck," I muttered as I realised my mistake. "Why didn't you tell me before?"

"Because I busy cumming. Like, a lot," she replied nonchalantly.

I smiled before looking at her and asking, "Still want to go to that sushi bar?"

***

"I still don't know how you could forget. Has no one called you Mr Bond in all the time we've been here?" Emma asked.

"The concierge did on the first day but since then, nothing."

Emma smiled as we sat down at our table. After looking around at our surroundings, Emma warily took off her sunglasses.

I chuckled, "You know, if you want to go incognito, stop with these preposterously large sunglasses and get dye your hair or something."

"Nah. I don't particularly fancy being a blonde."

"I didn't say blonde."

"What then? You want me as a redhead? Or maybe I should have jet black hair?"

"I'm just saying, this whole sunglass wearing thing on dreary overcast days is a little weird."

"Well maybe I should cut my hair then," Emma said as she played with her long tresses.

"As long as it's not that damn pixie cut you had a few years ago. I remember seeing it on the internet at the time."

"I loved my pixie cut," she said defensively. "What is it with guys and their obsession with girls with long hair?"

"I can't speak for other guys, but personally I-"

Suddenly I became of the two young children standing next to our booth with their father. With a little urging from the father, the youngest child, no more than 10 years old, said in broken English,

"You Hermione?"

Emma smiled widely and replied, "Yes, what are your names?"

The two children smiled widely and said their names. They spoke way too fast that I wasn't able to catch either name. I'm not sure if Emma did but for their benefit, she nodded along and smiled. Having been around Emma for this past month, I got pretty good at telling her real smile from her fake one she often put on for fans; this one seemed real. While Emma complains about being hounded endlessly as a result of her fame, her ire is mostly directed at the paparazzi; she generally seems to have no problem with most fans who approach her, especially children.

Surprisingly, Emma wasn't recognised as often as you'd think. When she's not dolled up and ready for a premiere, Emma looks like any other ordinary 24 year old and as a result, no one pays her much attention. Emma even took to going out without makeup to keep up her "plain Jane" appearance. Although as I repeatedly told her, the "plain Jane" no make up and regular shirt and jeans combo still looked absurdly sexy.

As Emma continued to talk to the two kids (an agonisingly long process given the language and age barrier) and even posed for a photo. Eventually, the father ushered them away leaving Emma smiling widely and the kids practically bouncing. When she didn't speak immediately, I said,

"You know, I was just thinking. The whole sunglass wearing thing; I get it now."

"Be nice," she said quietly. "They were adorable."

I simply smiled and began to look at my menu. Neither Emma nor I could understand a word of Japanese, so every trip to a restaurant always involved picking the food that looked tastiest. I put the menu down and was about to recommend a dish to Emma when I suddenly became aware of the sudden interest from everyone in the restaurant.

"Is this going to be a problem?"

Emma looked up and me and then around the restaurant. She even waved at a couple of particularly enthusiastic people before turning back to me and replying,

"Nah, they're just fans. We caused a circus in that karaoke bar last week and nothing ever came of that. I couldn't even find anything about it on the internet the next day. As long as the paparazzi don't catch wind, we'll be fine."

"Don't remind me of the karaoke bar. I was ready to catch the first flight out of the country after hearing you attempt an AC/DC song," I laughed.

Emma laughed out loud and put down her menu. "Oh really? Sing ABBA's 'Dancing Queen' again."

As I sat there laughing with her, I thought back on the various adventures of the past month, I couldn't help thinking how good life was. Sex, sushi and clubbing in Tokyo. For me, it was a life of extravagance with a famous movie star; the stuff of dreams. For her, it was the first time in a long where she could just kick back and relax in privacy and seclusion. Perhaps in some ways, she was also making up for an adolescence lost in the limelight. Our respective lives were a distant memory. Well, my life was at least; Emma's was about to catch up to her.