It was in the weeks after I hooked up with Victoria that I noticed how popular I was becoming, and as a result, I started getting a backlog of messages on my phone that needed to be returned.
I had taken a few weeks off after I hooked up with Victoria in anticipation of what was to come, and it turns out I couldn't have been more right about it.
I hadn't really thought about my services requiring me to go elsewhere, but that was the situation I was soon faced with upon returning the first of my many calls that I had on my phone.
But as soon as I heard the voice, and the name behind it, on the other end of the line, I was quite sure it was all going to be worthwhile in the end.
Because the voice belonged to Emma Watson, and she was calling me to accompany her to London for the premiere of her next movie.
"I'm flattered you want me to fly over there with you Emma, but don't you think you need to get to know me first?" I asked her, wanting to slap myself in the face as soon as I heard the words coming out of my mouth.
"All those rumors I've heard about your "services" are more than enough for me to feel like I know you already," she told me as she let me know her flight information, leading to me assuring her that I would be able to make it there on time.
"Looking forward to it baby. Don't keep me waiting like most of you cheeky American boys do," she teased me as we ended the conversation, hanging up to get ready to catch her flight, which I did, as well, since we had only a few hours to spare.
I arrived right as Emma was boarding and she managed to hold the plane up long enough for me to make it on board, and after several minutes of her teasing me about my lateness, we got down to business as the flight took off.
"I've been a fan of yours for a while now, Emma, so I was thrilled to hear that you had called me," I told her as we conversed, finally focusing in on how Emma looked in a simple grey sweatshirt and loose-fitting pair of blue jeans.
"I've only just met you John, but I'm a fan of yours too, my filthy little American boy," she teased me, giggling as she winked at me and placed my hand on her thigh.
"Everything you've heard about me is true Emma," I whispered to her as I licked her ear, hearing her stifle a moan and push me away as we got to talking some more, but a few minutes later, when I started doing it again, she let it linger until I was kissing her all over her neck.
"FUCK. Your lips feel good on my neck John," she whispered, looking around to see how much of a scene we were making as I slid a hand between her legs.
"Bloody hell. I don't know what's come over me but let's not do this here," she whispered as I undid the button on her jeans, my hand working its way into her panties and running over her pussy lips.
"What's the matter Emma? Afraid you're gonna cause a scene?" I teased her as I fondled her pussy, sliding a few fingers up into her and starting to thrust them in and out of her as she squeezed her legs around my hand.
"FUCK. Those fingers sure do feel good inside me. Makes me feel so bloody naughty letting you treat me this way in front of everybody," she hissed as I drove my fingers up inside of her again, beginning to finger her at a faster rate as I pulled her sweatshirt down off of her shoulder and began sucking on her tits.
"Bathroom. Now. OHGOD," she hissed as she squeezed her legs around my hand and came for me, throwing her head back as she fired her juices out onto my hand as I thrust my fingers in and out of her a few more times, then got up and followed her to the bathroom at the rear of the plane.
