Note- These are not the words of Emma Watson. They just MIGHT have been.
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Friday, 23 February 2024.
I was thrilled to get my invite to the Prada Womenswear Fashion Week which took place in Milan. SO many iconic celebrities turned up it made my head spin. As I am currently the face of the Italian fashion house's perfume Paradoxe, I gladly attended the show. Stepping out alongside the likes of Hunter Schafer and Letitia Wright, I had my work cut out to look glamorous myself.
I spent days thinking about it and went with a pair of Prada nude three-inch slingback heels, a tiered tulle mini dress in pale blue, and a matching navy blazer trench. I thought that I would steal some headlines by sporting a deeply parted hairstyle that I combed over my left ear. I had noted that the likes of Dua Lipa, Anne Hathaway, and Megan Fox all went with a side part. My mid-end length curls sat perfectly at shoulder length making a chic lob.
Thinking on my feet I also realised that I could give everybody a sneaky taste of Renais, the gin brand co-founded by myself and my brother Alex. We were hoping to make a successful market entry with the Italians, Germans, and French this spring.
On day two I found myself sitting in the front row of the catwalk with Hunter Schafer, Letitia Wright, Gabbriette, Rina Sawayama, Amandla Stenberg, and Gwendoline Christie. What a fabulous night! We watched the models walk across the transparent flooring that revealed a bubbling spring beneath. I gave everybody my best smile and drank in the wonderful atmosphere. Talking of drinking, as I mingled at the after-show party, I had not one or two, but three glasses of gin. Now I don't know why but the recipe makes me decidedly frisky. It wasn't by design but I welcomed the feeling heartily. As I giggled like a young girl I wondered if the gin might have a similar effect on other females. That might go some way to shifting units!
"Are you alright, Emma?" asked Hunter as I swayed just a little."
"I feel great! Maybe I should eat something though."
We were all having a great time, laughing, joking, and drinking, and I felt hotter and hotter. The interior was grand, full of glittering lights and the flashbulbs of cameras. crystal. Just being here in this place made me feel special and liked. Glamorously attired men and women mingled, sipping wine and eating delicacies. I wasn't with anyone this evening, and I had not gone out to look for sex. But if one were to ask me what I look for in a man I'd like to sleep with, I would answer...availability!
No, I'm only joking. Well. If I admitted that I liked the odd quickie, I'd sound like a tramp. I have gone out with so many different types of men I don't think I could analyse why I find last-minute flings so erotic. I probably find the unexpected surprise thrilling. Getting excited, getting turned on. I've done those daring things like a snatched blowjob on the quiet. a bathroom knee-trembler in a house full of guests, the car park quickie. Some regard these as dangerous fucks. And I would agree.
As I stood in a group in the middle of the large room, I saw a fellow who caught my eye. He had those long dark lashes that most women would kill for, and he had that gaze that I found unable to ignore. ear her gaze away. He wore an Armani suit, with his tie in a tight knot around his throat. His dark hair and slightly olive complexion made me think that he must be Italian. He looked to be over forty which was fine by me. I have fantasised about having some incredibly older man teaching me all sorts of erotic delights.
My mind wandered and I imagined what it might be like to be fucked by him. To be his for a night to share the majesty of his body, and to share the passion. Balls! After three drinks I was fantasying about sex again, dreaming of having rough and unattached sex, with me against a wall with my dress drawn up, and with one leg curled around him as he pumped his hard cock into me again and again. He shifted his gaze and I lost him in the noisy crowd. Someone spoke to me, but I had lost my train of thought.
Did I fancy him? You bet. He was definitely a possible screw. Over the next twenty minutes, we passed each other and I was positive that he had given me the look. You know the one that says "I want to get in your knickers!" But he seemed to not want to introduce himself. Maybe something stopped him. Was he married? Afraid?
I looked around the sprawling room for him, more determined now to seek the mystery man out. I had a sort of gut feeling that he might be something special. He had a sophisticated air about him, almost menacing, and for me, that impression was a thorough turn-on. I saw him talking to another group of people. All men and I hoped upon hope that he wasn't gay. I decided to be bold and I made a beeline for him. I tapped him on the shoulder and smiled at him.
"Hi, I'm Emma Watson, how are you?"
I kicked myself for sounding almost idiotic as I must have gone quite red.
"Si, signorina. mi chiamo Enzo."
He rested his hand on my arm, and then he moved it to my waist, I liked that, too.
"Do you speak English? Or French?" I asked.
"No. Sono Italiano."
I froze on the spot as he spoke in that sexy accent. I felt tingly all over when he caressed my left hip and continued onto my backside. He pressed on my bum to pull me closer to him. In fact, we were now so close that I didn't think anyone could see between us. I scanned the crowd and there didn't seem to be anyone watching in any obvious way.
We just looked into each other's eyes with no words. But body language speaks volumes and I think he knew how I wanted so much to kiss him and hold him. Not possible in this public place. To my surprise and utter delight, Enzo took me by the hand and led me away. To where I had no idea. Just as I had no idea who he was other than eye candy for a little madam such as me. We pushed through the crowd and at one point Letitia Wright waved at me but we kept on going.
There was some sort of landing on the other side of the place, and at one end there was a big glass wall overlooking a well-looked-after garden, lit by bright lights. I was curious as to his next move. If there had been anyone around they would have seen everything we were about to do. Was he an exhibitionist?
"What are we doing here?" I started to say when he just took me in his arms and kissed me.
My heart started to thump as the next minute we were all over each other. I could definitely feel a lump in Enzo's trousers pressing into my thigh as we smooched. His right hand went under my coat and he pawed at my left breast through my dress. Were we really going down that road? I looked into his lined face and saw that there was no doubt whatsoever. This was the ultimate turn-on.
"Oh, my!"
Enzo slipped down and he lifted the ruffled hem of my dress and found my silk undies. He put his thumbs in the waist and brought them down to my heels. I practically swooned and in fact, my balance went for a second. His face came to crotch level and I swallowed hard when his tongue was in my pubes. My hands found a rail behind my back as he proceeded to lap away at my pussy, circling around and around my labia and from left to right across my clit. I love that, much better than an up-and-down swipe.
"Enzo, En-zooooh!"
He began giving me the tiniest flicks with the tip of his tongue on my clit, and the top edge of my slit. I cannot describe the feeling except to say that I was now like putty in his hands. I so wanted to get fucked. I lifted my left leg and he pulled my knickers out from under my heels and cheekily put them in his pocket. With eyes on mine, he unzipped his pants and fished out his erection. He was surprisingly strong as he spun me around and bent me over the banister rail that ran halfway up the glass wall. His firm grip opened my legs and he lifted my coat and dress up over my back.
"Do it," I demanded, even though I was stating the bloody obvious!
Enzo jerked himself into me from behind and I wiggled my hips. Then, before I could think, he pulled himself up, and his stiff cock slid straight inside me. His hands came around my waist and I felt like a damp rag as he screwed me with great uplifting pelvic thrusts. I was gasping and moaning and not at all frightened of discovery. I can get quite loud when I'm stuffed full of hard dick and I was fairly vocal at this point.
"En...zo! Push! Push hard! Oh, that is beautiful. All the way up. Yes!"
My head dipped and my eyes settled on Rina and Gwendoline who were waving at me from the garden about sixty feet below. Hard to tell if they could make out what I was up to on the other side of the window.
Enzo slammed into me deeply five or six more times and then he pulled out and turned me back to face him. He planted his Gucci shoes out wide and then he effortlessly lifted my lightweight frame up into his arms so that the undersides of my knees were in the crook of his forearms. He rose up and he expertly speared me on his length. I managed to reach down and I helped him slip inside my heated muff.
"Fuck!"
My entire lower body was exposed to the night air now as I was humped back and forth on his sizeable log as if I weighed nothing. My upper back was slammed into the glass with a bump as I was gloriously bounced on his prick. I suppose he needed a breather as he relented and backed up with me still impaled on his unyielding cock.
My pussy was hot, crammed full, and dripping, I was positively glowing from his assured strokes which turned me on even more.
He settled on the floor tiles and pulled me down with him, gripping my hips and guiding me directly over his erection. He looked at me and drove upward at the same time he pulled me down. I sagged on top of him and used my lower half to grind into him.
"You okay over there?"
