Oxford, 2024.
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Emma dropped her robe and stepped into the hot tub. She bent back and let the bubble bath lotion soothe her soft flesh. She was in a good mood because the weather had finally turned warm and the sun had come out of the clouds after two weeks of rain. After a long soak, she stepped out of the tub and dried off her trim form.
If you cast your mind back to the early 2000s, you'll remember a budding young actress breaking into the scene as one of the principal cast members of the Harry Potter franchise. Emma Watson was delicate, feminine, vulnerable, determined, and aspirational. Now, at the age of thirty-four, the actress cum model cum University alumni had a body that often made men's jaws fall open. Her waist and belly were quite fit and trim, not as thin as she had been twenty years ago, but surprisingly more womanly. Her bottom was rounded and firm, and her medium-sized breasts were still perky and sat high on her chest. Her nipples seemed to stay erect all the time and were very sensitive. She put her youthful appearance and trim figure down to two things. Yoga and sex. And as much of each as one could get.
It is a fact that Emma found solace in qualifying as a board two yoga instructor and found the spiritual exercise to be relaxing and an anchor in her hectic life. She had become a member of Oxford University Sport and was now free to use the excellent facilities. The Main Gym includes various equipment to suit one's workout needs from cardio and resistance machines to free weights and stretching areas. Access to the Main Gym is available to all 'gym only' and 'gym and swim' members or using a Gym Day Pass.
She had roped the busty and curvy teenager Mandy into hitting the gym with her on one free morning. The bubbly blonde, who was the filling in Emma and boyfriend Kieran's throuple, had returned a day earlier from the north with Kieran to follow in the next two days. Emma thought this would be a good bonding activity and a way of keeping in shape.
Emma wore a stomach-baring black crop top and tight-fitting lycra shorts to the gym and looked great. She had her hair loose and her soft and perfectly highlighted tresses framed beautiful brown eyes that were always done up perfectly with just the right amount of eye shadow. Mandy showcased her top-heavy form in an electric blue sports bra with a zip on the front with a pair of high-waisted matching blue leggings, highlighting her abs. Her blonde mane had been styled into loose waves to frame her face. After a satisfying yoga session, they took five and drank from bottled water.
"Excuse me, but are you Emma Watson?"
The ladies turned to see two very tall and very black students.
"Yes, I am. And this is Mandy."
The one who spoke looked to be about 6 feet two, with a very dark complexion, and all sculpted muscle. His chum was just as dark-skinned as he and had a shaven head which made him look shiny and sleek.
"Hi, I'm Errol Brown and this is Errol Simpson."
"How quaint? Two Errol's for the price of one."
Emma smiled demurely as both ripped young men eyed up her and the bountiful blonde. Simpson couldn't take his eyes off Mandy's body and Brown's eyes darted from one to the other. The twenty-year-olds stood there beaming as they made chit-chat. The guys were both athletes and liked to visit the gym and use the weights. After a while the ladies left and on the way back to Emma's rooms Mandy asked her the inevitable question.
"Well?"
"Well, what?"
"Have you ever?"
"Ever?"
"Done it with a black guy, silly."
"Well..."
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England, 2009.
As the filming and production of Deathly Hallows Part Two wound down, the nineteen-year-old Emma Watson was settling down in her own home. A three million pound townhouse in North London just a stone's throw from her father's house. Having matured into a fine young woman, Emma had welcomed the end of the Potter series and eagerly awaited more adult film roles. As she was now independent and solvent, she yearned to explore her sexuality. This was a new year and with it a new start. In the space of six months, she had sown her wild oats and had happily discovered she had a healthy sex appetite.
Her agent had even given her a small office of her own in which she could conduct business and peruse scripts and assorted paperwork. It was situated in Covent Garden on the third floor above a women's fashion store which would come in handy. She had the place all to herself and loved it. On this November morning, the temperature outside was bitterly cold and Emma had all the lights and heating on. She hung up her white pure wool Chanel coat and happily played in her new swivel chair. She sipped her cup of coffee and made a couple of calls.
At eleven there came a knock on her door and a tall young black fellow peeked inside.
"Miss Watson? Courier. I have a package."
Emma looked at the uniformed man who looked to be about her age with short-cropped curly hair, an angular clean-shaven face, and what appeared to be a strong physique beneath the grey shirt and trousers. Her gaze was drawn to his lower body and in particular his prominent bulge in the groin area. A package indeed!
"Thanks, come in."
"Cheers, I'm Lennox. Can I stand by your heater for a second?"
"Sure, it must be freezing out."
Lennox hopped up and down and patted his tight buns with both hands and Emma fought the urge to join in and beat a tattoo on his backside. He turned in her direction and the young actress felt her stomach turn over as his dark brown eyes lit a fire in her loins. She was desperate to get fucked, and by her first ever black cock.
"I'm off now, Miss Watson. Thank you for the warm-up."
"No problem, have a good day."
"You too."
Over the next two days, Emma hoped Lennox might return with his 'package' and deliver it to her. On the desk, on the sofa, on the carpet. Everywhere. On the third day after meeting him, he showed.
The budding nineteen-year-old had decided to wear a slate grey tailored pencil skirt with a thick cashmere sweater which she wore over her braless bosom. Her hair was loose and feathery wasps tickled her rosy cheeks. Her feet were slipped into a pair of black leather pumps with a pointed toe and lacquered four-inch heels to give her some additional height.
Lennox knocked timidly again and Emma asked him in. She had strategically shifted her desk so that whoever entered her office could see her legs clearly. She raised the hem of her skirt high up on her thigh and crossed her left leg over her right. There was a vanity mirror on her desk and as she glanced at her reflection she noted how young she still looked.
