I woke up alone in my bed. I usually do so, so I didn't think more about it before I heard a voice say "good morning". I sat up in my bed and saw a beautiful beautiful woman standing at the end of the bed. It was Emma Watson. Can you wake up in any better way?
"Good morning," I said.
"My agent texted me," Emma said, "I'm free today. I would like to enjoy the city. "
"Okay," I replied.
"I thought we could do something," she said.
"I would like to invite you to breakfast," I said. "I have nothing at home because I did not think you would be staying overnight."
"I can not go out just like that," she said, "everyone will see me with you and the paparazzi will have a field day."
"Okay," I said, "then we'll see what we can do here then."
I got up in just my underwear, took a t-shirt and went to the kitchen. Emma followed and chuckled to my morning wood. In the kitchen I had some bread, toppings, milk. It was not much, but Emma ate a couple of sandwiches and smiled at me. I smiled back. After breakfast we walked around the city. Emma had sunglasses, a hat and her big coat. No one recognized her. As we passed a large, luxurious building, I was told that it is a hotel. Emma Watson lives here while the movie is being made We went in. Emma brought me to the front desk, where she removed the sunglasses. She nodded to the receptionist and got a key. The room was on the fourth floor. Emma led me into an elevator.
"Luxurious," I said.
"Yes, but lonely," she replied.
Emma looked down into the floor. My heart bumped. What did this mean? I did not know what to do. Emma Watson looked up from the floor and looked straight into my eyes. Her beautiful eyes stunned me. She walked closer to me and kissed me easily. The elevator was on the fourth floor. We stepped out. We walked slowly along the corridor until we reached a door. Emma unlocked the door and we stepped into the most luxurious hotel room I've ever seen. There was a separate bedroom and kitchen.
"Wow," I managed to say. Emma smiled.
"Do you like it? What do you think about the view? "
I stood by the window. It had begun to rain. It smashed on the windowsill. Emma had taken off the big coat. Underneath she had only a thin shirt that followed her curves. Her jeans were tight around the legs. I went to her and kissed her and hugged her. Emma whispered "We can not go out when it's raining like this". I let go of her and looked her in the eyes. Again I drowned in her eyes and her smile.
"What should we do?" I asked.
"We have a few hours to kill," she said, "we can get to know each other a bit better."
"How do you mean?" I asked stating.
"We can take a shower again and maybe not stop there," she said.
I did not answer her. She started to go to walk towards the bathroom and took her shirt off. Her white bra was now the only thing that covered her perfect breasts. She began to take off her pants. And the socks. Now she was standing there in just panties and bra. I quickly took off my clothes, to Emma´s delight. We walked together into the bathroom. We showered slowly while kissing and touching each other. When we were done showering, we moved to the bedroom.
We were completely naked. Emma walked first into the bedroom. Her ass wiggled beautifully as she walked. She turned around and I kissed her. Deeper and deeper. We made out for a while. Then I let her down on her back. I crept down between her legs. Slowly I kissed her inner thighs before kissing her pussy lips. Then I licked her clitoris while I put a finger inside her. She moaned that it was nice to her. I pressed another finger inside her. Her juices began to flow along my hand. I licked more intensively for each breath. Emma could not stand any more. She came with a shriek. Her pussy pressed my fingers, her juices ran along my hand. I got a lot of her juices in my mouth. I swallowed and licked my mouth.
Emma tried to pull herself together after her powerful orgasm. I looked at her and smiled. I felt so happy for her orgasm as if I had cum myself. But I did not cum, not yet. Emma stopped her seizure and breathed relatively normally already. She was still on her back. I dropped over her. I kissed her neck to see how she would react. She moaned slowly. I grabbed my cock and brought it to her opening. Slowly I touched her sex. I wanted to know how tender she was. Emma moaned again and whispered "fuck me". I pushed my cock inside her. Down to the hilt. I fucked her slowly.
"Oh," Emma said, "that's so good. "
"Good," I replied, "you're supposed to enjoy your day off."
"Fuck me harder," she whispered.
"Yes, yes," I answered playfully.
I started to increase the pace. Emma moaned. I fucked her as hard as I could. Emma grabbed my neck, pushed my face down and kissed me. Then she whispered "I want to be on top". I rolled on my back. Emma climbed on top of me. She straddled me with her back facing my face. She grabbed my cock and brought it in. Slowly she started riding me. I was in heaven. It was so good. Emma started riding faster, but not too fast. She leaned forward so I had a nice view of her ass. It was nicely shaped and bounced beautifully against my hips.
Emma leaned back and increased the pace. Then she leaned back over me. I helped her keep riding me by lifting my hips. Emma turned her head and kissed me deeply. She moaned loudly. We were both close to coming. I already started cramping. Emma knew I would cum soon, but she kept riding me. It did not take long before we both came. Emma breathed heavily and tensed all her muscles. I filled her with my seed. We laid there trying to catch our breaths. It did not work. I was completely spent.
Emma rolled off me and went to the bathroom to wash off my sperm. I stayed in bed for a while before I too went to shower. I checked what time it was. 12.30. Lunchtime.
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Emma ordered lunch to the room. We ate and talked. It was easier than I thought. We laughed at things we've been through, even though my experiences quickly faded in comparison to hers. Emma was very down to earth. She was no diva, like these famous actresses could be. She was smart too. We talked about serious subjects and realized that we had similar values. Emma had become an... acquaintance. I felt sad for maybe never seeing her again.
"So I'm going to work tomorrow," Emma said.
"How long are you going to be working?" I asked.
"I'll be working late tonight," she replied.
"I mean how long in days, weeks" I corrected myself.
"Two weeks more and then I will be travelling around the world with the film," she said.
"Okay," I said quietly.
Emma would get a very full schedule for the next two weeks. She found no time to sneak away to me, but she called me the day before going on tour with the movie. There was no way that we would see each other again until her "movie tour" was done. I had actually understood it, but getting it confirmed made me feel sad. I said goodbye to her and wished her luck. Emma thanked me and hung up.
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Three months later my phone rang. I looked at the screen. A number. I responded by saying my name. "Hi," said a female voice. I wondered if she had called the wrong number. "I do not think so," said the voice laughing. Then I knew who it was, I had heard the same laugh in my phone three months earlier.
"Emma Watson?" I asked slowly.
"Yes, I am, have you forgotten me?" Emma said.
"No, I'll never forget you," I answered quickly. "But I didn't think I'd hear from you again, I thought you'd moved on."
"No, not at all," she replied, "I want to see you again. The tour is over and I'm going to take a vacation. I'm going to ask my agent to send a ticket to you "
"Ticket?" I asked loudly.
"Yes," she continued, "I want you to come to London. I'll meet my family there. You will live in a hotel a bit away so we don't get caught. The flight will leave on Wednesday. Are you coming?"
Thoughts were spinning in my head. Can I just go away like that? What should I say to my family and my friends. "I'm going to London to meet Emma Watson?". I don't think they would believe me. But when Emma Watson asks you to go somewhere, you go. I will tell them I'm going to work abroad. My phone beeped. My ticket had arrived by e-mail. I was leaving on Wednesday.
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I arrived to London on Wednesday night. It was cloudy, not that I had expected anything else. I went out of the terminal and just started waving for a taxi when a car stopped next to me. The back door was opened and a female voice shouted at me to step in. I did. Next to me in the back-seat was Emma Watson. I didn't believe my eyes. She only had regular jeans and a loose-legged t-shirt, but that was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
"I figured you might need a ride," she said smiling.
"Thank you," I said, "Who is driving?".
"My private chauffeur," she replied, "He's the only one who knows who you are and why you're here in London with me."
The car turned to a smaller street and stopped in front of a large building, my hotel. I got out of the car. Emma put on a hat and a big coat before she also got out of the car. The car drove off again.
"I already have the key to the room, we just go straight there." She said, "It's a nice room and a nice bed."
I didn't really know what she meant by the last sentence. I just followed her. We took the lift to the fourth floor. Emma opened the door to a hotel room. It was a room with a king-sized bed.
"I thought I should sleep here too," she said smiling.
"Really?" I said, putting down the bags on the floor.
Then I kissed her. This would be the best night of my life. Emma kissed me back. She tasted wonderful. I would have liked to kiss her more but I was sweaty from the trip and wanted to take a shower. Emma understood. She laid down on the bed, turned to the side and looked at me smiling. "Do not take too long".
I practically ran to the shower. However, I just had a flight in a hot plane behind me and I wanted to shower myself thoroughly. Then I heard the bathroom door open. The shower curtain went aside and there stood Emma Watson. Naked.
"I could not wait," she said.
"It doesn't matter, just join me," I replied, and began to soap her back.
"Mmm... I'm so wet" she said smiling because we were in a shower, hence we were both wet.
