Note- This is a fictional tall tale and does not reflect any persons or events in real life.
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To celebrate twenty one years since the publication of the first Harry Potter novel, Dan Kennedy had arranged a special photo shoot. The famed celebrity photographer had gathered together the three young actors who had starred so well in the adapted feature films based on the works of J.K. Rowling. In his London studio on a wet Monday morning in April of 2018 were Emma Watson and Rupert Grint, affectionately known as Rupe.
"Come on Radcliffe, come on."
Grint looked at his watch as they all waited impatiently for Daniel Radcliffe, well known for his tardiness in these type of things. Kennedy had taken a few initial test pictures of the pair seated on a wooden bench against a backdrop of a country garden. He had two other sets besides this, one other of a rooftop and one bedroom. The Sunday Times Magazine had contacted Kennedy and had booked him for the official shoot for a pretty penny.
"Nice, nice, now if you could just look at Emma as she looks up at the sky. Good, good."
The red headed young man did so and was struck at how the radiant English rose had blossomed over the years. She looked so sweet in her flattering prim little floral midi dress that hugged her in all the right places. On her dainty feet she had a pair of high heeled open toe sandals with rope straps that led the eye to her perfect ankles. Rupe had always had a thing for girls feet and he considered Emma to have a pretty pair. He himself was quite dapper in a three button pin stripe suit with dandy silk tie and vintage brogues of black leather.
"Now I want you to sit cheek to cheek and look at the lens."
Kennedy fired off a series of photographs as the young couple got cosy on the bench. Rupe felt her bare left thigh press against his right as they rubbed faces with big smiles.
Kennedy turned and fussed with a white reflector shade as Emma looked to her left and momentarily lost herself in Grint's big green puppy eyes. She had a memory flash to a few years ago when they had affectionately shared a movie set whilst making their famous pictures.
"Right, now move horizontally on the bench and sit tightly back to back."
Emma basked in the attention, relishing the camera as she tilted her chin up. Her narrow back rubbed Rupert's surprisingly muscular shoulders and she squirmed against him with languid stretches. She confessed to herself that the shy young man she once knew had matured nicely, and she felt a growing sense of excitement through her body.
"Damn, we've lost a half hour without Daniel already." Said the popular photographer. "I think I'm going to put this mornings session on hold and we'll reconvene in an hour."
The two celebrities shrugged and stood up and stretched.
"Can I trust you both to stay here while I go to my apartment and get some other lenses? I'll be back within the hour."
"Go ahead, we won't go anywhere." Said Emma.
With that they were alone. Rupert checked his Samsung S8 in midnight black and read the latest text from Radcliffe. He looked up to see Emma rummaging through various props and other items in a big chest. A bloody hour to kill.
"Dan says he's held up in traffic, may be a while."
"Hey, check this out."
The bubbly girl held up a colourful parasol and twirled it around as she opened it.
"That's supposed to be bad luck to open a brolly indoors."
Emma laughed as she danced in a circle with the thing above her head.
"But we're in an English garden!"
She jumped onto the prop bench waving the parasol."
"Look, I'm Mary Poppins!"
With that she jumped up from the bench and then landed on the floor using the prop like a parachute.
Rupert couldn't help but grin as he was caught up in her infectious gaiety. He also had a very good glimpse of her tantalising milky thighs as her dress rode up as she leapt into the air.
"Oh, yeah! Well I'm Bert, and here I come!"
The red head chased Emma around the bench twice as she feigned a frightened shriek and then veered off into the bedroom set. By that time Grint had caught up with her and both fell onto the large circular bed in the middle of the room. Both panted as Rupert got the upper hand and pinned Emma on her back, her wrists above her head. His prick roused in his pants as he stared directly at her breasts that rose and fell as she breathed deeply.
"Unhand me good sir, I implore you!" She said between giggles.
"You are mine to toy with!" He answered in an exaggerated gruff voice.
He settled his weight on the petite girl as she thrashed her head from left to right. Then he got the chance as she looked up and they both gave in to their desires and kissed. Immediately Emma relaxed her body and took him into her arms, totally abandoned to his sweet lips.
"You don't know how many wet dreams I had about you in the past.
Said he as he gazed into her doe like brown eyes and her perfectly groomed brows and pressed his mouth to hers again. Emma closed her eyes as she surrendered to his warm embrace, her arms firmly around his neck. She also had harboured thoughts of him during those times they had acted together and had felt rather nervous about that screen kiss they had shared. He shifted and her dress rode up her legs, baring her slender thighs, and his hand brushed her overheated skin lightly. A frisson of excitement gave her goose bumps and Emma thrust her hips up as the young man left butterfly kisses on her collarbones and shoulders.
"We need to catch up, don't you think?" She said in her velvet voice.
Emma felt her heart hammer against his chest and felt his distinctive bar on her left thigh through the thin fabric of his suit.
"Is that your Weasley Wand? Or are you just pleased to see me?"
She pushed up at him and a moan rose in his throat at her soft frame writhing under him. His fingers moved up the nape of her long and enchanting neck and slid through her wavy hair, her scent made him dizzy as he inhaled her essence deeply. Their tongues moved in a sensuous twirl, their lips wet and warm on each others. Emma nibbled on his lower lip and her breath made his cock strain in his trousers. Without thinking her hands skimmed down his back and grabbed his butt tightly.
"Are we really going to do this, here?" She wondered aloud.
Rupert leaned back and Emma propped herself up on her elbows.
"I haven't slept with a woman for nearly a year." He admitted with a trembling lip.
"We have an hour, so get naked."
Neither he nor she even remembered stripping off but in an instant they were naked in front of each other. The sight of the glowing Emma was a dream come true for Rupert as he was face to face with the adorable girl. Her long light brown hair was swept to the left side of her head and dissolved in loose waves. Her breasts were medium, but round and with pointed nipples that stood proud from soft brown areolas. He tried to keep looking into her half lidded, come to bed eyes but his gaze came down to the sensuous curve of her neatly trimmed muff which protruded at the alluring gap at her upper thighs.
"You're an angel." He gushed and she smiled demurely.
Grint had been working out on and off for years and had developed a nicely shaped abdomen and pectorals. He had a ginger trail of hair that ran from his navel to his mass of curly pubes. Emma opened her mouth in awe at her first look at his erection, almost nine inches in length and curved up to his belly. Several veins protruded on his shaft from the base all the way up to the circumcised glans that flared out like a mushroom.
"My gosh, Rupe. I had no idea! Now lie down."
The smile on his face was huge as he laid on the round bed and put his hands behind his head. The tiny naked girl came to the edge of the bed and knelt between his spread legs. Her slim fingers rubbed his stiff stalk up and down slowly as she locked eyes with his. Each time her little fist passed over the big knob he let out a satisfied sigh.
"Such a delicate touch." He mumbled as he quivered on his butt.
Then he gasped as Emma popped his cock into her eager mouth and swirled her snake of a tongue around and around in a spiral motion. She spent a minute like this before licking his shaft from the bottom up, lingering on the saliva coated head and then devouring him once more.
"Fucking hell Emma! Where did you learn that?"
The grinning babe stopped with her grip on his aching cock firm and tight.
"Well, it wasn't drama school."
She sucked his hot cock again, taking his generous length to the back of her throat until his balls slapped on her chin. Spit ran out in a stream down his prick and bathed his ball sack. As her head moved back and forth she gagged with an obscene slurping sound, she dug her nails in the pale flesh of his upper thighs, leaving scarlet coloured drag marks.
"This is like a dream."
Emma released his shiny tool and jerked him with both hands, one above the other, and just about managed to cover the enormous length. She looked at the delirious man directly as she wanked him with rapid twists of her hands until his head leaked pre cum. He grabbed handfuls of sheet and his toes curled in the carpet under his feet until he cried out.
