Note- Not to be taken seriously it's only a bit of fun meant to amuse and entertain.
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Emma Watson at first ignored her buzzing mobile phone as she knew it was yet another text message from Robert Pattinson. It had been ringing for the last two days as he had been pestering her for a date since they were both in residence in England. But she was still mad at him for humiliating her in front of Ashley Benson in New York only the week before. The English rose had tried to supress her tendencies to voyeurism and had been busted big time. On reflection however he was after all an extremely handsome man with a fine body and, oh! Such good hair! And, he did have a big cock that thousands of women across the globe would simply love to gobble on. As she had that one time.
"Oh, well. A girl has to eat I suppose."
Emma was single, young and horny. I'll give him another chance she decided. She picked up her Samsung S9 and sent him a text. She would be free this weekend and would be happy to drive down to his house in the English countryside. The reply was almost instantaneous as he gleefully thanked her.
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In her favourite car, the bright red three door Mini Hatch, Emma drove down to the Kent coast from London and arrived at Pattinson's beach house. It had turned out to be a pleasant morning and the adorable actress had chosen a comfortable cashmere sweater, Ralph Lauren mini skirt and three inch sandals by Susi. Two big gulls circled her way above in the clear sky and she heard the waves in the distance as the tide rolled in.
"Wow, nice place." She thought as she parked in the gravel drive beside a well cared for lawn.
Pattinson had acquired a unique Grade Two listed Arts and Crafts house in Sandwich Bay and the Tudor home boasted a courtyard entrance, reception hall, two kitchens and five bedrooms, Outside was a walled garden, pool, and games room, and also had an unhindered access to the beach. Like Emma his good fortune to appear in a big money making movie franchise had paid off in dividends.
"You found the place alright then." He said as he opened the front door.
"No problem. You have a nice home." She said duly impressed.
He beamed happily at her in his plain white shirt and blue jeans.
"Thanks, let me show you the inside. You look nice today." He said as he mentally undressed the petite young woman.
The 'Twilight' actor led Emma into his beige and grey thirty foot living room. He had chosen a modern interior with white marble outline and charcoal grey furnishings. The drapes and rug were beige and two large French doors led to the outside garden. Two long sofa chairs with lots of cushions were on opposites to each other with an ottoman coffee table in between. Every little detail had its place, no extra furnishings cluttered the space.
"Take a seat. How have you been since New York?"
Emma sat and crossed her legs and noticed the refreshments on the table. A jug of fresh orange juice, and another of lemonade. Several plates of canapes were on offer, crisp breads of Cornish crab, Salmon with horseradish and Roquefort cheese nibbles. Off to the side was a bowl of strawberries, freshly picked that week.
"Help yourself." He said as he settled back in the sofa opposite her.
The very last thing she remembered from that little exhibition in the apartment of Ashley Benson had been the sight of the naked hunk coming on the face of the American actress.
"I'm still mad at you. That was pretty mean what you did to me."
"Oh, you mean like you filming me and Ashley on your mobile was cool?"
"That was different. Just...just different." Emma swept an errant curl of hair from her pretty face and looked off into the distance.
The light shone through the open French doors and highlighted her fresh complexion.
"Look, I get the voyeurism thing, I really do. In fact since that time I think I share your leaning." Robert spread his hands as he leaned forward in his seat.
Emma raised one groomed brow and took a sip of juice and lemonade mixed together as she looked at his broad chest and beefy shoulders that bulged through the thin shirt. Likewise his tight jeans did absolutely nothing to hide his impressive thighs. Her light brown eyes lingered on his crotch a fraction longer of the decent norm and Pattinson duly noted the fact.
"Is that right?" She said quite aloof.
Emma wondered what he meant as he gave her his best smouldering stare. His whole demeanour, his thick mane of hair, penetrating blue eyes and his physique drove her crazy. Despite the memory of his mean trick of tying her naked to a chair and teasing her she suddenly lost her train of thought as she felt her panties begin to moisten between her crossed legs.
"Yes, in fact, seeing you naked and helpless as you watched me fuck Ashley turned me on like never before."
Emma inhaled through her nostrils and caught the smell of his CK One as she squirmed on the sofa. As he spoke she wanted nothing more than to reach out and fondle the now noticeable bulge of his cock and balls that ran down his left upper thigh under the denim.
"Do you suppose there is a difference between voyeurism and exhibitionism?"
"Not really sure. What do YOU think?" Emma furrowed her brow.
"Well. I would really like to see you strip naked while I watch and then strip off myself. Then we could masturbate in front of each other until we get our rocks off."
"Hmm. That is different."
"You see Emma. Masturbation is one of the most enjoyable activities one can indulge in. It can be done anytime, anywhere and often. Think about sharing the experience with another. It's like a form of voyeurism."
Emma had to be honest. The possibility of seeing Robert jerking his big cock in front of her while she rubbed her pussy made her decidedly horny. She re crossed her bare legs and realised that her underwear was now positively wet. Her new penchant for watching others in their pursuit of sexual gratification had really piqued her imagination.
"And then we have sex, right?"