Note- This tall tale is not based on actual events and is only inspired by those in celebrity. It's all made up by me.
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"Bitch!"
Emma Watson looked out onto the lawn of Robert Pattinson's Kent coastal home at Zoe Kravitz as she worked out in the sunshine. Robert had invited Emma for a weekend away which she had accepted readily. It had been a beast getting through the interminable lockdown of recent months and the English actress was glad of a break from the oppressive city of London. She had visited his Tudor home in Sandwich Bay once before. The unique listed house had a courtyard entrance, reception hall, two kitchens, five bedrooms, and a walled garden outside. As Emma rolled up in her red Mini Hatch she was unable to wipe the smile from her face.
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It had seemed ages since she and Robert had auditioned for roles on the newly proposed Batman movie, the shooting of which had been cancelled, and cancelled again, over the past 18 months. Time had changed everything, and although Robert had been given the title role, Emma had lost out for the part of Batgirl. One, because the character would not feature in the movie anyway. And two, Batgirl would be a separate, stand alone feature in 2022. The unknown American actress, Leslie Grace playing the lead.
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Despite losing out on the role, Emma was in high spirits. She had recently dumped her steady boyfriend of the last year, and had become what she termed as 'self partnered' again. A visit to Robert was just what she needed at this time, except she had not known he had also invited Zoe, the actress chosen to be the new Catwoman opposite Rob's Batman.
"She's too old. Must be nearly forty."
Zoe in fact, only two years older than she, had also been self-isolating and was glad to get out into the open air for a change. She basked in the unseasonably warm English sunshine in a skimpy blue bikini. The mixed race American, daughter of singer Lenny Kravitz and actress Lisa Bonet, had that unique lit from within glowing complexion. Something of a contrast to the pale skinned Emma, who kept on watching from the back door that led out into Robert's lawn. She pondered the fact that maybe she should have gone for the role of villain instead.
"I mean. Just who does she think she is?"
Robert had been called away on some urgent business, leaving the two women alone to fend for themselves. Zoe had immediately made a beeline for the expensive home gym equipment that Robert had purchased in a conscious attempt to get into shape as Batman. He had an exercise bike, dumbbells, treadmill, yoga mat, and a pull up bar. Zoe tackled the sturdy gym power tower constructed fro reinforced steel as Emma finally stepped outside and made for the yoga mat. She had dressed down into a very loose pair of dark green flared sweatpants, and an oversize floppy cotton shirt.
"There you are. Come and get some air."
Emma smiled wanly at Zoe and began to do some stretching to warm up.
"Look at all this stuff!" Gushed Zoe.
Bloody Americans, scoffed the usually demure Emma Watson. Stuff! Everything was stuff.
"I have stuff to do! I need more stuff! This stuff isn't the stuff I want! There are other nouns, you know."
Emma didn't mouth the words, only in her head, as she assumed a reverse warrior pose on the mat.
"It is so hot!"
Exclaimed Zoe, and Emma had to admit the day was turning out to be a scorcher. Even so, the typical English rose that she was, had been slightly taken aback when Zoe suggested they both work out in the buff.
"I mean. Robert has the garden walled off. It's not like anybody can see us. I love being out in the open with nothing on. So exhilarating."
The dusky American tied her dark hair in a ponytail and quickly slipped out of her bikini and continued her lifting regime on a utility bench. Emma watched the athletic female's muscles strain with the weights and was surprised at her body looked to be fit but not actually muscle bound. She had been conscious for years about her own fitness and had even qualified to become a certified yoga instructor.
"Too bad you lost out on Batgirl. But it looks pretty clear why you didn't get the part."
Emma scowled as she eyed up the completely naked Zoe, now slick with sweat that made her smooth skin look glossy from the overhead sun. Her slim legs were lewdly spread out and dangled over each side of the plastic seat as she lifted two dumbbells. Her black pubes just hiding her dampened muff.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well. You're a bit skinny."
"Is that right? Skinny am I?"
Emma stood erect and without blinking an eye whipped off her top and stepped out of her pants. As she had chosen not to wear any underwear, the lissom beauty was as nature intended. Zoe stopped her pull ups and wiped her brow. Emma stood proudly with her hands on her hips, displaying her trim figure.
"See."
In fact, Emma was looking perfectly healthy and fit. Her medium breasts were not large, but were very well formed and firm. The nipples being particularly rosy and round. Her midriff sloped divinely to her flat belly and flared out to beautiful hips. Her pert behind had twin rounded cheek, and her toned legs curved in seductively to her inviting gash berween the upper thighs. Her pubic region was neatly trimmed into a certain shape.
"Oh, how cute. You have a butterfly on your thatch."
"Actually, It's meant to be bat wings."
Zoe peered closer, and then burst out laughing.
"I WAS going to surprise Robert later."
"Excuse me!" Zoe's demeanour changed like the sky as a dark cloud blotted out the sun. "The only one around here who is going to bang that British ass is me!"
"Is that a fact? You black bitch!"
The pair of them came nose to nose.
"What was that?"
"You heard,' said Emma in her lifting voice. "You black bitch!"
"You got some nerve, sister."
This was all the coaxing Zoe needed in order to act. She moved in close to a shocked Emma and pulled a knee up into her loins. As the English actress folded forward, Zoe followed this up with two chops to the temples.
"Bloody hell!"
On her knees now, Emma growled and caught Zoe's legs behind the thighs and toppled her onto her back on the newly cut lawn. Emma dived on top of her and swiftly wrapped her slender legs around Zoe's upper body. Both women's bodies were slick with perspiration as they both slid and slipped against each other. Naked flesh caressed delectable naked flesh as they struggled and grunted.
"See. I took self defence lessons in order to shape up for Batgirl."
"English slut!"
"American trollop!"
Over the course of two minutes, the pair of wrestling babes had gone through head locks, body presses, and leg scissors. Emma's brain noted the velvety warm and moist skin of Zoe's as she tried to roll out of a half nelson. Zoe had her legs on Emma's head next, and as she snapped her thighs shut, Emma's nose was well and truly crushed in the wetness of Zoe's pussy lips.
"Funmp moff! Came Emma's muted curses as she inexplicably received erotic signals in her exposed crotch.
Zoe parted her thighs so that her sex pressed onto the mouth and lips of the writhing Emma. She dug her toes in the soft grass as the abundance of the darker skinned babe's bush met her tongue. Warm, thick juices trickled out and into Emma's mouth. The smell of her, the downy hair of her snatch, together with the wetness caused an unsuspecting Emma to feel her own moisture gather in her own pussy.
"Ummm!"
Rather than wrestle any further, Emma brought her arms down and planted her hands between her opened legs. Zoe suddenly stopped and rose up onto her knees beside the panting Emma. Their fiery eyes met as they both faced off. They mashed together again repeatedly, their backsides quivering and breasts swinging as they struggled. A fine sheen of perspiration formed. For Emma, making her pale skin positively glow. For Zoe, emphasising the healthy colour of her darker skin.
"Look what you did! Look! Feel!"
Zoe took the hand of the speechless Emma and brazenly put it between her thighs to her mons. Emma resisted, but then relented and kept her hand in place, even when Zoe let go. She felt the warmth and silky black hair that had now been liberally lubricated. She had no idea what possessed her, but Emma pushed her hand up into Zoe's snatch firmly. Once contact had been made it was now impossible to ignore proceedings.
"Well. Feel mine."
Emma glared hard at Zoe who threw her shoulders back, and obligingly touched her moist slit. Zoe's strokes were firm but gentle. Both naked nubiles stood in front of each other and blissfully frigged the other. Zoe was the more effective, moving her fingers in ever widening circles, whilst keeping her middle digit embedded inside the quivering Emma.
"Oh, my!"
Both moved a touch closer to each other, still fingering the other frantically, and their bared bosoms came together. Tit to tit, nipple to nipple. Emma willed herself to refrain from showing any undo passion, but as Zoe delved deeper, her moans grew louder.
"I bet I can make you wetter than me." Announced Zoe as she rolled on the balls of her feet.
"Shut up. I can make YOU wetter."
"No way."
