As soon as the bathroom door shut, Jon ran upstairs to his bedroom and slammed the door behind. His heart was beating as fast as it had ever been. He was confused and sweating, but he couldn't help but smile. As Jon leaned on the bedroom door his grin grew bigger.
Is this really happening? Me and Emma-fucking-Watson?!
Jon spent what felt like hours contemplating what had just happened and finally gathered the courage to talk to Emma. He searched for her in the living room but she was nowhere to be found. Finally Jon found a note on the counter top written in a curly handwriting:
"I'm going out for a sec Jon. Better be ready for some more fun when I come back sweetie... Xoxo Emma."
Jon spent the rest of the day trying to get the household chores done but Emma Watson was no ordinary woman and nor did she have an ordinary effect on his cock. As soon as the morning events were recalled Jon grew a massive boner. It became extremely distracting as he moved from shelf to shelf trying to dust them off as he did on his regular Saturdays. Suddenly, he heard the door shut behind him.
In front of him stood Emma in an office outfit with a short pencil skirt and translucent ruby red blouse. She had her hair in a messy bun and was wearing tall stiletto heels. He could see the outline of her bra through her red blouse. Jon was frozen in his tracks admiring the beauty of Emma Watson. His cock was at its fullest, try to burst through his shorts.
Emma lowered her glasses and looked directly at Jon's shorts.
"Is that for me?" Emma questioned looking at his boner as a naughty smile spread across her lips.
"uhh..."
"I'll take it!" Emma exclaimed moving towards him. Jon groaned as he felt Emma's hand wrap around the head of his cock through his shorts.
"What do you want me to do with it, Jon?" Emma teased as lowered herself until her face was directly in front of Jon's tented shorts.
"Do you want me to blow you, sweetie?"
Speechless, Jon nodded nervously.
Emma pouted her red lips and moved closer towards Jon. Jon braced himself for the overwhelming feeling of Emma's luscious lips only to feel a cold breeze on the head of his cock. He groaned in disappointment.
"Oops maybe I did that wrong," Emma teased as her brown eyes stared at Jon. "Let me try again."
Suddenly, Emma put her lips over the head of Jon's cock through his shorts. Jon could feel her tongue teasing the bottom of his cock head through the cloth. Her tongue moved around Jon's shorts making a wet spot with her own saliva.
Emma stopped sucking and moved her lips away making as string of saliva hang from Jon's shorts to her lips. She looked up to see Jon's reaction to her denial.
"Emma please..." Jon pleaded.
"Please what?" She teased, running her tongue along the entire length of his cock and stopping again.
"ohh..." Jon groaned unable to find his words, "Don't... stop..."
"Don't stop what?" She teased, licking the head of his cock.
"Fuck!"
"We'll be doing that later." Emma said as she reached around Jon's shorts and pulling them down, revealing Jon's member.
"I like how I have this control over you Jon. To make you so hard... so stiff..." She squeezed Jon's cock. "I could make you cum right now. But where's the fun in that?"
Slowly Emma moved closer to Jon. Close enough to feel her warm breath over his erect member. Her lips were just a few centimetres away as she opened red lips and hovered the head of Jon's cock inside her mouth without touching it for a single moment.
Emma raised her eyes to watch Jon's reaction as she held herself there without touching him. She could see the anticipation was killing him.
Her tongue flicked the underneath of his cockhead. She could see Jon's frustration in being teased so much.
