Note- This story is completely fictional. Just an imagined account of Emma's adventures now she has decamped to New York City.
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London, 2012.
"I've discovered sex," declared Emma Watson to Daniel Radcliffe on the first annual get together of the cast of the famed movie franchise both had helped become a success.
She pretty much screamed it out loud to be heard above the hubbub of the lively party. Daniel's eyes went wide. He shouldn't have been taken aback, but it was a surprising revelation despite the fact the petite beauty had just turned nineteen. The vivacious and bubbly Emma beamed at the dark haired actor who smiled back at her inanely. She had aged to perfection during the ten years since they had first met back in 2010, and was now terribly attractive. But it was just not the thing you'd expect to hear from Emma Watson who had played the role of the demure Hermione for all those years.
"It's true. I've become more and more adventurous this past year. I'm highly sexed!"
The rather miniscule Emma looked decidedly sleek and sexy as she flaunted her petite, though slim figure off in her very short black dress and four inch heels. Her tits weren't all that big but her nipples poked out hard through the flimsy material of her dress. Her slim hips nicely set off her pert bum, and her bare and slender legs were beginning to garner a few admirers in the room.
"My first proper boyfriend taught me that it was perfectly fine to enjoy oneself sexually without being tied down, and to not worry about the final outcome. Despite being in the public eye."
Emma took another big gulp of chardonnay, her second glass of the past ten minutes, and gave her red lips a big lick. Knowing her fairly well, and noting how Emma giggled incessantly, Dan guessed she was drinking on an empty stomach.
"Really. How very modern." Said the dark haired actor who reached out to steady his old friend who teetered precariously on her stiletto heels.
"I know! I'm not with anyone particular at the moment. Let's just say I'm seeing more than one person at the same time. I'm having a great time! God, I feel so flirty tonight!"
Emma giggled, gave Daniel a big wink and nudged him in the ribs, almost making him spill his wine down the front of his shirt. As she looked around at the other guests he studied her slender form and cocked his head. Up until now Emma's image had been carefully moulded and planned by the various producers and agents so as to give off her girl next door appearance. Now it seemed her inner yearnings to be seen as an adult had been unleashed, and Daniel had seen the first glimpse of her newly found raunchiness.
"Bloody hell! Who's that?"
Emma pointed wide eyed at a tall, well groomed fellow with a lantern jaw and full beard chatting to Rupert Grint and Julie Walters. His broad shoulders and puffed up chest appeared to be testing the very seems of his expensive grey suit.
"He's sex on a stick! Who is he?"
"Don't have the foggiest." Answered Radcliffe as he was suddenly deserted by the besotted young actress.
He looked on as she boldly sidled up to the man and immediately began to laugh and canoodle with him. Radcliffe shook his head and chuckled.
"Watch out world, Emma Watson is on the loose!"
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Cut to ten years later and in 2021, Emma had become an extremely intelligent and elegant woman who had become a successful actress, model, and spokeswoman for the furtherment of female sexual awareness. After breaking up with several steady boyfriends over the years, she had recently been seeing an American businessman by the name of Leo. A good looking Californian of the same age. They split the time between living in London and New York City, where they had decamped to since the end of the English lockdown in June. Unable to act on film or interact with her business associates and visit other friends, Emma had enjoyed two things during the enforced lockdown of 2021. Sex, and...er, sex! She just couldn't get enough of it. Unfortunately, despite his best efforts, Leo, stressed out by the extraordinary global pandemic and the consequences to his business, could only manage it a couple of times a week. And for a healthy young fuck bunny like Emma it just was not enough. Now they had gotten back into the everyday grove of their business ventures and projects, Emma realised that she had been missing out on lost opportunities. She had seen lots of gorgeous men since arriving in the Big Apple, and she was just dying to flirt with as many as was possible.
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Accompanied by Leo, Emma attended a week of meetings at the offices of US Lancome Corporate Headquarters in Manhattan. The multi billion dollar cosmetic and fragrance distributers had offered Emma another contract to appear exclusively in a series of commercials and photo shoots over the upcoming months. The HQ was astounding as Emma took the elevator to the tenth floor and was welcomed by all. The conference room was in an open floor plan with ample space and natural light illuminated the interior from the floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the Hudson River. Emma acted professionally and cordial during the admittedly boring office get togethers, somewhat miffed at the top heavy number of female officials, designers, and perfumers. There was one fellow however who peaked her interest, Sean O'Prey, a successful brown haired and blue eyed male model from Georgia who was to appear with Emma in the forthcoming series.
"Oh my! He's hot!"
Emma was bowled over by his good looks twinned with a certain look of wide eyed innocence. From the minute they met she was totally overawed and spent hours imagining the probable size of his cock, or how tight his ass was in the skinny black jeans he wore.
"And this is the fragrance we intend to push first."
Mrs Winters, the managing director, indicated a small display package on the long conference table in the middle of the airy penthouse office. Emma looked to her immediate left and smiled at Sean as she opened the test bottle and sprayed some of the scent at the top of her palms. She had made certain to take a seat next to the thirty year old hunk.
"Oh, very nice," Emma purred as she inhaled the intoxicating aroma. "Take a whiff, Sean."
She made a quick stab at the square jaw of the male model and her open palm connected with his chin. Sean sniffed as Emma's hand lingered in his face, the smell triggering the intended response, and he gazed into doe like eyes of the flirty female. After a couple more hours of business, when she and Sean got up for a bathroom break, she deliberately bent over in front of him to adjust her shoe and her dress rode up to display her panties. Emma smiled to herself as she looked into his blue eyes and dreamed that he wanted to rip her dress off right there and then and take her in front of the others. For the next couple of days she was unable to keep those amorous thoughts out of her head. Emma saw no harm in flirting, even though she considered her and Leo to be an item, and she made the most of the opportunity to play games with the desirable Sean.
"Fuck! I'd love to feel that stubble on his firm jaw rubbing between my thighs as he licked me out!"
Every chance she got she managed to brush by him, stroke his arm, and even touch thighs under the table as they sat side by side. By the third day Emma was particularly bored and she found herself dreaming about sucking on Sean's erect dick. She visibly blushed as she felt her pussy tingle like mad, and it took all her willpower to refrain from touching her inflamed clitoris through her damp panties.
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Leo had joined her at the meeting by then as the discussions veered to talk of financial backing and studio dates. Sean wore his usual tight jeans and had on a crisp white shirt with the top three buttons open to hint at a scrumptious manly chest beneath. Emma thought he was so fantastically gorgeous that she unashamedly hiked the hem of her already short dress up to the tops of her legs. Directly in Sean's eyeline of course. Oblivious to the others the wanton minx gently ran her fingertips across the soft flesh of her bared inner thighs and squirmed in her seat accordingly. Sean twisted in his own seat beside her as his eyes fixed under the table at Emma's busy hands. Was that the tell tale sign of a bulge in the front of his pants? Desperate to clear her head of thoughts of a carnal nature, lest she draw any untoward attention from the other women, Emma got up to use the ladies.
"Please excuse me, I just need to wash my hands."
Emma made her way to the opulent bathroom and looked at her reflection in the wall length mirror. The precision placement of faucets and basins left a fairly wide expanse of a basin counter onto which she set down her hairbrush. She dribbled cold water on her brow as she gathered her wits. As she raised her head she did a double take as she then saw Sean appear out of the shadows behind her.
"Oh my god! You made me jump! What are you doing here?"
His hypnotic eyes were intense as he regarded her and Emma felt her heart pound in her chest as he lifted the corner of his lips. He grabbed her arm and shook her hard.
