Note- This is purely fiction and only inspired by those in celebrity.
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London, December 2018.
I watched the beautiful Evanna Lynch as she returned from the bathroom of the Ivy in West London and it seemed like she was walking on air. We had just eaten a vegan dinner of a long bean and coconut curry and she had on a sheer strapless dress and when she stepped into the light she appeared to be naked. The twenty seven year old Irish actress and dancer had her soft and shiny blonde locks brushed onto the left side so that it tumbled across her left cheek.
"Ready, Emma?" She asked me with her intoxicating smile.
Her lips were glossy red and her pale skin glowed, the result of healthy living and good genes. She was so tiny, even more than I, barely five feet two with small curves and slim build. We stepped out into the cool night air and hailed a taxi to take us back to my apartment overlooking the River Thames in London's Dockyard district. The effervescent Evanna was staying with me since she had finished competing in the 'Dancing With The Stars' tv show with the South African dancer Keo Motsepe. The bubbly blonde was basking in her third place final spot, narrowly missing out on making the final.
"I'm so ready for bed Emma. It was a long flight from Los Angeles."
"I understand. Once you take a luxury soak in the tub you'll feel great."
I showed her the bedroom I had chosen for her. Next to my own and with large soft bed, generously sized en suite bathroom with walk in rain shower and she loved it.
"Then, tomorrow morning we'll go to Heathrow and pick up Keo."
I had also invited her dance partner as he had never been to London, and the timing was perfect.
"Oh, you'll just love him. He's so gorgeous and he dances like an angel."
Indeed I had watched the dance competition and the man was a dark skinned hunk of six feet three inches tall with a well built body and unshakable stamina.
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I had my own bath and luxuriated in a tub of my favourite C.O. Bigelow Soak, which contained eucalyptus, ginger and peppermint. Then I put my hair up and slipped on a white Tottenham Hotspur football jersey, white panties and a pair of over sized fluffy socks and decided to give Evanna a night time treat of a Jameson Irish Whiskey. Seeing how she hailed from County Louth I thought she might appreciate the gesture. I opened the door of the bedroom quietly and peered inside the white walled interior, lit by pendant lamps and recessed lighting.
"Mmmm."
I heard Evanna moan before I set my eyes on her on the bed, naked as the day she was born. The petite blonde was spooning her big pillow, one slender leg wrapped around it, her body humping to and fro. Under the harsh electric light my eyes focused on her exposed back and top half of her buttocks. Like a moth drawn to a flame I could not tear my eyes from her as I observed the muscles of her bottom quiver as she rocked gently on the pillow.
"Oh, Keo." She said softly as she stretched out on her back and discarded the pillow which dropped silently to the thick carpet.
I gasped as she spread out and her fingers rubbed her inner thighs at the inverted V of her open legs. Mesmerised I hung back in the entrance by the door as her hips undulated in a steady rhythm and her hand pressed on her pussy mound. Her quim was totally hairless and the moist labia were soft and fleshy where she now traced the line of her outer lips.
"Ahhh!" She moaned faintly as she slowly rubbed the folds up and down, smearing her wetness on her pink slit.
I put the glass of whiskey by my feet and bit my lower lip at the left corner as my right hand slid inside the top of my panties elastic waist band and connected with my engorged clitoris. Evanna writhed on the crisp cotton sheet and her ass cheeks squeezed together and her hips gyrated slowly as I looked on. The distance between us must have been about nine feet so I was pretty close yet still undetected.
"Oh, Evanna!"
The Irish beauty slowly rubbed her clit, so lightly it seemed like she was not actually making contact. Her eyes were closed as she used her free hand to pinch her nipples until they were so hard they could have cut glass. Her small A cup breasts rose and fell as I pushed my middle digit into my damp pussy and began to finger fuck myself as I watched.
"So wet," she purred as I saw her finger disappear into her bald cunt and her hand move rapidly back and forth.
Evanna left her tits and her left hand snaked down her sternum, across her flat stomach until both her hands were between her outstretched legs. Using both thumbs the blonde brushed her moist and puffy lips and then parted them to expose the pink insides that glistened with her juices. For a split second I imagined that she was showing me the result of her work but I was certain she was unaware of my presence.
"Fuck, Evanna!"
I tugged my panties down to my knees and licked my palm before cupping my muff and humping my hips to and fro. My big toe shot up in my sock as Evanna rolled over and laid face down, ass up on the bed. Her left hand ran between her legs from behind and under, her eager fingers parting her sopping labia. Her butt rocked up and down against her hand as if she were fucking it and her sheer enthusiasm made my own arousal bubble as I rubbed my hard clit vigorously.
"You go girl!"
Now she moaned constantly as she ground hard on her hand. I tried to stifle my own groans as I pushed harder on my little nub. My eyes remained glued on her as her ass rose up higher and then came down on her hand with full force. My legs trembled as a thousand tingles ran through me and Evanna gripped a handful of sheet in her free fist.
"Ohhh! Fuck! Yes, Keo. Fuck me with your big cock baby!"
Evanna pulled her knees under her body as she frantically strummed her clit and sent herself over the edge.
"Oh...my...fff...fuck! Coming! Yes, yes, yes!"
I watched wide eyed as her juices flowed out and down her right thigh as she reached orgasm and she rolled onto her back again. My heart was racing and I felt my pussy spasm and my climax hit me in a series of waves that made me quite dizzy. And I groaned out loudly, too late for me to cover my mouth as I quivered on tiptoe. "Emma?" Is that you?"
I panicked and drew my panties up to my mound and created an embarrassing and noticeable wet patch on the crotch of the material. I picked up the whiskey glass and made as if I had just turned up.
"Just wanted to say good night and I brought you a night cap."
Evanna had covered her nakedness with a sheet that she brought up to her neck. I was sure my face was burning as I smiled weakly and left her alone. Seeing her masturbate had been extremely exhilarating, and the fact that I had observed her nude and aroused was intensely erotic. And if I was correct in what I had seen and heard, tomorrows reunion with Keo might in fact lead to yet more voyeuristic opportunities.
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We drove to Heathrow Airport in my beloved silver Toyota Prius and parked in Terminal Five and awaited British Airways flight BA268 from LAX. The ten hour flight landed at four and Evanna and I had to wait a further ninety minutes For Keo to get through Immigration. Back at my home we enjoyed a home cooked meal followed by chocolate chip banana bread, made by yours truly. We visited and the conversation stayed on the subject of dancing as the hours flew by. I never did discover if Keo had a wife or girlfriend back in Pretoria, and he didn't expand on the topic. Understandably the South African dancer requested he turn in and I showed him the bedroom I had prepared for him, right next to mine and Evanna's.
"Have a good rest guys, and in the morning I'll show you around Canary Wharf."
I waited a good half hour in nervous anticipation as Evanna made some calls to Ireland and Keo made himself at home in his room. My naughty side took hold of me and I ventured inside the bedroom of Evanna and secreted myself in the walk in closet. The black and white closet had my feminine touch with a few pink overtones as I found a comfortable spot. I stripped off completely and had the foresight to bring a silk scarf to tie around my face. I know it sounds daft but I figured it might help mask my, hopefully, moans of pleasure.
"Emma, you are so wicked!" I thought.
The minutes ticked by until I heard the bedroom door open and close. I peeked through the door of the closet which I had left ajar and saw Evanna enter the bedroom and nonchalantly unzip her dress to let it slide off her arms. The petite girl was stunning, from the nape of her neck to the small of her back. Almost the classic supermodel figure with sloping curves of her shoulder blades to the tiny waist and small hips. Then she slipped off her heels, one by one, and turned her back to me. My chest pounded with the thrill of watching her strip and I supressed a nervous giggle as she unhooked her bra and let her breasts free from the black lace. She had worn a pair of black thigh highs and extremely thin panties of silk, and my breath caught in my throat as I stared at her Mound of Venus that was perfectly clear through the transparent underwear. I gasped as I saw the thin silk material vanish between her ass cheeks as she bent to remove her stockings.
"Evanna! You sexy minx!"
My nipples became achingly hard as I looked at the bald labia through the silk as she turned in my direction again. My hand automatically went to my pussy as I drank in her near nudity, a mere few feet from my hiding place. Her breasts were pert and firm and the colour of pale cream, and the nipples were pink and pointed and quite inflated with her ardour.