Note- This is purely fiction and has no bearing on any actual persons or events.
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Emma luxuriated in the bubble bath and reflected on her day. She had taken on the frustrating task of moving house and had asked the help of old friend Rupert Grint for assistance. Located in Canary Wharf and overlooking the Thames and O2 Arena her new apartment was a four bedroom duplex with a large open plan kitchen and en suite bathrooms. The young English actress had been particularly taken by the main bathroom.
"This is for me."
She loved to spend time in the tub and this room was large and spa like. A curved grey vanity with nickel hardware and white marble countertop took up one wall under a long mirror. The circular tub had a round step up and had a marble mosaic surround over marbled tiled floors. A separate shower nestled in a curved nook flanked by geometric shaped mirrors.
"I can't wait."
The entire day had seen her and Rupert shifting her belongings and she felt grubby and tired. She drew her bath and poured in a generous amount of her favourite bath soak, a purifying sake blend with sesame seed oils and ginger root extract. The room quickly misted up and Emma pulled her Oasis tee off, followed by her lacy bra. Her nipples were already erect and stiff as she pushed her jeans over her pert bottom. She pinned her soft brown hair up and her clothes were dumped in an untidy heap on the floor as she tested the hot water. Then she peeled off her red thong that had stuck to her shaven pussy and stepped in.
"So good." She sighed and submerged up to her neck.
"Are you decent?" Rupert called from outside.
"Come on in, it's alright."
The red haired actor came in with another man who was tall and black. Rupert had suggested a young plumber he knew to help out with bathroom fixtures and some other odd jobs.
"Oh, you're in the tub."
"The bubbles cover me, don't worry."
"So the plumber is going to fix those loose tiles in the shower while I go upstairs and work on that curtain rail. Is that okay with you?"
"He won't bother me," said Emma as she eyed up the silent worker.
Shaven headed and about six feet tall he had only a white string vest on his body which showed off his developed biceps. She felt a slight tingle between her legs and turned the other way. As he got to work Emma bathed her body and basked in the water, fondling her perky breasts and using the palms of her hands on her sensitive nipples. She stole a glance at the man bent over and got a glimpse of his ass crack under his blue jeans. She was shocked at first but secretly felt daring and wanton as she made a big splash to see his reaction. Sure enough he turned around and Emma naughtily bared her tits above the water level.
"I'm so wicked," she thought and gave him her endearing smile.
Taken by wild and carnal thoughts Emma opened her legs under the foamy water and ran her fingertips up the insides of her thighs. When she reached her smooth pussy mound she shuddered and teased open her outer folds and pushed one finger deep inside. Her left foot came up onto the edge of the tub with toes curled and the hot water lapped against her body as she alternatively rubbed her muff and ass cheeks.
"Fuck!" She uttered under her breath as she played with herself, the fact that a stranger was in her bathroom, barely four feet away, only heightened her flirtatious high spirits.
Rupert returned at that moment and entered without knocking.
"Sorry Em, I need some curtain rings in the vanity drawer."
"No worries, go right ahead. I'm loving my bath."
It was at that precise second that Emma decided she wanted a piece of black ass. She rotated in the tub and beckoned the black hunk to approach her. Thinking she needed assistance he came over and then opened his mouth in surprise when she cupped his groin through the denim. With his back turned Rupert had no idea what was going down as Emma chuckled and raised her bum up out of the bubbles and gave the plumber an instant boner as he looked down at the enticing parting of her creamy buttocks.
"Can't seem to find them," moaned Rupert as he rummaged through the vanity.
Quickly Emma ducked back in the soapy water and the black guy got back on his knees to continue work as the red headed actor turned their way.
"I'll try one of the trunks."
"Good idea."
The second he left the bathroom Emma stood up in the tub, her petite body dripping and soapy and then stepped out onto the tiled floor. The plumber turned to her and drank in her winsome loveliness. Blessed with a delicate porcelain complexion she had slender limbs and dainty feet. Her perky tits had rosy tips and her stomach was nicely flat.
"You like?" She asked and he nodded back at her as she turned and showed him her tiny round ass cheeks.
Emma was naturally curious as to how well hung he was having heard all the old tales of black men with tree trunk cocks. When she lowered his zipper and fished out his man meat she found a nice sized seven and a half incher with a thick foreskin and mushroom head. As she thumbed the shaft he unbuckled his belt and dropped his jeans to his knees.
"Nice cock."
Emma stared at the smooth texture of his ebony tool. It was her first look at a black cock and she rolled it around in her wet palms, mesmerised by the sight of it in her snow white hands. Not such a monster after all, but still as dark as midnight and very desirable.
"MMM," she hummed and sent delicious vibrations along the outside of the thick shaft.
