Note- Part one of a two part story which sees Emma visit the exotic East. Completely fictitious of course, with no basis in truth whatsoever.
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It all happened so fast and ended in such a whirlwind that Emma Watson thought it all must have been a crazy dream.
The accomplished actress and model had taken the personal decision in recent times to step away from acting for an indefinite period. Although the unexpected global pandemic had obviously been instrumental in that choice as most movie makers scaled back productions.
Now, in early 2022, Emma fancied the idea of getting away from the grime and cold of London and New York for somewhere hotter and more exotic.
Having studied the map of the world. No fret of cost for this girl. The region of South East Asia looked pretty enticing to a young English girl, and in an instant, she had made her choice.
So, Bali, Bangkok, and Hong Kong it was to be.
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There is no other place like Bali in the world. Just one of many islands in the Indonesian archipelago, the vibrant Hindu island has been a tourist favourite destination for decades. The volcanic dominant interior is host to many lagoons and wide beaches.
Emma had flown into Ngurah Rai International airport in Denpasar from Bangkok and couldn't wait to get settled. The visit to Thailand had been a washout with heavy rain throughout, and although Bali was in its rainy season, the weather forecasts were promising.
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She had chosen to stay in Seminyak, famous for its magical sunsets, and beach clubs.
The Samaya Seminyak offered private villas with a tranquil atmosphere, and Emma loved her two bedroom choice just across the street from the beach. The outdoor gazebo next to the private lap pool was perfect for dining in the fresh air.
In fact, it was here, as Emma had been enjoying her first breakfast of her stay when she first saw him. Munching on her soft poached eggs and crispy sourdough toast, the image would stay with her for a long time. He was young looking with his shoulder length dark hair blown askew by the light breeze as he walked barefoot along the beach. Wearing only a pair of tight blue trunks, she stared at him for what seemed an age, transfixed by a trace of something beguiling in his physicality and looks.
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The first day had been all about shopping! She had visited the Buddha Gallery, the Purpa Fine Art Gallery, and finally the flea market. Purchasing many paintings and other items.
But of course it was all about the beach.
On day two, the warm, crystal clear waters of the Bali sea lapped divinely on Emma's toes as she basked in the afternoon sun.
She had not felt this relaxed in an age as she drifted in and out of a dream less sleep. Safe in the knowledge that the high factor sun block would save her delicate white skin from burning, she had chosen to go topless for a better tan.
At the age of thirty, Emma's skin was still amazingly soft and she loved the warm glow that went with sunbathing.
The sun had moved higher in the sky since she had rolled over face down on the soft white sand of the three kilometer Seminyak beach.
"Goedemiddag!"
Emma snapped her eyes open as the silhouette of a tall man cast a shadow on her semi nude frame.
"Pardon?"
"Sorry. Good afternoon. I am Johannes. Dutch. How are you?"
"Oh, er. Wonderful."
She pulled her top over her front to hide her bosom. Johannes wore nothing but those tight fitting trunks again that highlighted his long bronzed shanks. As she squinted in the sun she could clearly make out the outline of his manhood.
"You are staying at the villa?"
He pointed over her shoulder.
"Yes. Are you local?" Answered she, feeling a tad bashful without her top on.
"No. I come here every year. since I moved to China three years ago. I play football in the Chinese Super League. You know it?"
Emma shrugged. A Dutchman in China. He must be good.
"Care for a walk?"
"Sure. Why not?"
Johannes amiable nature reassured the demure actress and as they strolled along the beach, he explained how the Chinese had been building a multi million pound competition that attracted countless footballers from all over the globe. He had been lured from Sparta Rotterdam by the money and stardom.
"Sounds exciting."
"Very."
Without thinking, They walked hand-in-hand along the sand, lost in general conversation. The fact that she wore only her bikini bottoms seemed entirely innocent as they neared a few rows of other sunbathers. Emma accepted she was being looked at but she was immensely proud of her looks and figure and held her chin high.
"Ah. Excuse me. I have to go."
Just as quickly as he had appeared, Johannes took off, running down the beach in the opposite direction.
"But?" Emma scratched her head in bewilderment.
Shit, bugger, bollocks!
Emma kicked herself as the Dutchman vanished in the haze. With her mobile phone back at the villa, and stubbornly switched off, Emma had no way of keeping in touch with the desirable stranger.
As she returned to her villa, Emma was astonished to discover a sudden wetness between her legs, and she smiled to herself at the irony.
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The warm, humid evening condensed into a night of drizzle. Having dined on a superb dinner of freshly caught tuna, coated in sesame seeds, and served with yellow coconut rice, Emma decided to take a relaxing night time stroll along the beach, eager to enjoy the tranquil waves of the sea which lapped upon the shore. Soon, the drizzle became a persistent shower, and the wet fabric of her light shirt clung to the curve of her waist, and the soft swell of her bosom. Her erect nipples poked out proudly the more her shirt dampened.
"Pure heaven."
In the dark, the beach was deserted as she looked out at the sea. The light breeze felt amazing, and by the time she had reached the edge of the sea, Emma had swept her hair back and taken the wet shirt off. Leaving her in just her bikini bottoms and flip-flops. As the rain bounced off of her upper body, rivulets of refreshing water teemed down her bared breasts. She raised her face and held out her arms to embrace the delightful sensation on her lily white skin.
"You are truly beautiful."
Emma started at a male voice, and as her eyes grew sufficiently used to the faint light of the moonlight she saw the hunk from earlier standing not fifteen feet from her. From the look on his face it was obvious that he had been instantly enamoured by the sight of her exposed breasts, and of her erect pink nipples that resembled rose buds.
Their eyes met, unblinking at first, as a frisson of attraction became more and more apparent as the seconds ticked by. Only the sound of water dappling the sand could be heard over the palpable silence.
"Johannes! Oh, hi. Nice evening, right?" She gushed.