All Good Things with Emma Watson

**dgfcb** · 01-10-2012, 03:16 AM

All Good Things
With Emma Watson
Written by dgfcb
Codes: MFF, Romance, Creampie

Disclaimer: This story is 100% fictional; all characters mentioned within are entirely fictional. It is only suitable for those aged 18 and over. Names are used for entertainment purposes only. If you are offended by adult content, do not understand that this story is not real, or are below the age stated, please stop reading immediately.

We hadn't had the best start to our journey, beginning with a long delay on our first flight due to an engine issue - which hardly filled us with confidence, then heavy fog at the stop-over kept us on the cold airport floor until it cleared. By the time we arrived, what should have been a 14-hour trip had taken over 24-hours and left us utterly exhausted. Sophia, my long-time girlfriend had reluctantly fallen asleep on a short train ride, and again in the final leg of the journey - the cab to the hotel. The cabbie was the talkative type; unfortunately, I don't know what he was talking about. His regional-English accent may as well been from another planet let alone a different country, I pretended to understand him and agreed with the occasional understandable word. One thing he did say was clear and stuck in my mind to help formulate a plan.

'Snow in the morning'

Having checked in and calculated enough time for the jet lag to wear off, I had a wake-up call in the early A.M, where I rushed Sophia to get dressed to take her outside. She was still totally worn out, rubbing her eyes and yawning all the way, but that disappeared the second we stepped through the main doors. Neither of us had ever seen real snow before, and now it was covering our shoes and the flakes were falling on our heads. It was the perfect setting for what I had already had planned to do.

Two days later, we were still receiving congratulations from the resort staff on our engagement, with Sophia - now my fiancée - proudly sporting a huge rock on her finger.

Having spent the morning fucking each other senseless, the way pretty much all our time had gone so far, we agreed to finally put this expensive and well-equipped resort to good use. I more than enjoyed having a leggy blonde give my full body a massage, and watching her near-identical colleague glide her oiled hands all over my beautiful fiancée, praying that she would 'accidentally' let her hands slip onto my bride-to-be's private areas. We had a relaxed relationship, neither of us were shy about leering at whoever we found attractive because we knew that the other would ever cheat - it was only looking.

While she was loving the relaxation of what was on offer, and wanted a facial and pedicure to complete the experience, the thought of Sophia and the blonde getting intimate had left me very much invigorated. After leaving there a very happy man, I stopped one of the nearby employees and had him point me in the direction of the gym.

I could see from far away that it was completely empty, as was most of the hotel since we had got here. At times, it was eerily quiet, but a welcome atmosphere compared to the hustle and bustle at home, though it would have been nice to see someone not wearing hotel uniform. As I passed the sauna, my wish came true.

The door swung open, and amidst the escaping steam emerged a young woman dressed only in a fluffy, white bathrobe and clutching a towel which she used to quickly run through her short, chestnut-brown hair. She hadn't seen me with the towel in front of her face, but I made sure that our paths were going to cross.

"Oops, sorry, I wasn't looking," she apologized after elbowing me in the arm, her charming English accent was just that - charming.

"Don't worry about it, no harm done," I shamelessly flexed my arm to show no marks. She smiled and carried on walking down the hallway, but briefly turned her head back to make sure I was checking her out, which of course was the case.

There was nothing that seemed to tire me the way a gym workout normally would, this vacation really had rejuvenated me. The lack of atmosphere in the exercise room was starting to become tedious after a while, plus, there was a nagging feeling in the back of my mind about the sauna woman, something I couldn't quite put my finger on. Deciding that there were better ways for me to burn calories, I headed back to our room, where only steps away did I realise - she was a celebrity, and I knew exactly who.

With the astounding lack of guests around, we had taken liberties with the level of noise coming from our room, making as much as we liked, including obnoxiously loud music. Sophia was playing some awful Indie crap right now as I opened the door to reveal my surprising news, only to be surprised myself.

"Honey! You will never g-"

"So, this is the lucky man," Our visitor shouted above the music

Sophia turned down the music so we didn't have to yell, "Lucky man for a lucky woman. Vince, this is Emma, we met downstairs."

Despite my near-hysterical entrance, I played it cool, making a joke of shaking her hand. The two were sat on the side of the bed, both wearing matching robes and toe separators that told me exactly where they met. They thankfully ditched the crappy music and continued to talk while I took a quick shower, all the while thinking how crazy it was to have Emma Watson in my hotel room, as I stood naked just feet away.

Unfortunately, she was just leaving as I came back in and saw them sharing a quick hug. It was funny to see the contrasts between the two, Emma with her pixie cut and fair skin towering over Sophia, who was petite in every way, with flowing auburn hair and a golden tan. Both women simply gorgeous in their own ways. As the door shut, I lifted her up so she could wrap both legs around me; the robe struggled to stay shut with gaps exposing some very interesting lingerie.

"You do know who that was, don't you?" I asked

"Yeah, and I guess you do,"

"Of course. What was she doing in here?!"

"Just as I was about to get my nails done, she came in and asked if anyone could do her too. To be honest, when she came in I recognized her and thought she was going to be a real bitch. But, we got to talking, and she's really cool actually, very down-to-earth."

It only took one arm to hold her diminutive frame up; I used the other to untie the gown and nuzzle my face against her chest, pulling at the bra with my teeth.

"She invited us to dinner, too."

"Really? Like a double-date?"

"Nope, just the three of us. She wasn't sure if it was weird, since we just got engaged, and said to ask you before giving an answer."

Sophia pulled down the cups of the bra, and I happily took advantage by kissing and licking her nipples, causing long and deep sighing to escape.

"Is she here alone?"

"You can ask questions or you can fuck me right here, right now. FYI, only one of those ends up with you cumming inside me."

***

And so, having blown a load in my new fiancée for the umpteenth time in only a few days, we had a note delivered to Emma's room agreeing to our date. To paraphrase her own words, it was a chance for them to talk for a while longer, and a chance for me to leer at one of the most beautiful women in Hollywood. Sophia was quite energetic having had her customary post-orgasm nap, her small frame always needed time to recuperate since she always came so hard.

The restaurant was a much more intimate environment, its low-hung ceiling and log fire burning in the middle of the room made us forget how sparsely populated this place was. An age-mismatched couple sat at the corner table opposite to ours, far away enough for us to talk freely without being eavesdropped by the gold-digger and cradle robber. Truth be told, they wouldn't have heard anything with being so engrossed in openly flirting with each other, but even they stopped to look when Emma finally joined us. Sophia and I had been gently holding hands beneath the table, but she almost broke mine as we too got a glimpse of our new friend.

"We were under the impression this was a little get-together?" I said a little nervously

"It is, I just love getting glammed up. Besides, it's not as if you two haven't got dressed up."

"Yeah, but not like that. You look-"

"Stunning." Sophia interjected, her hand trembling in mine. Emma took a seat opposite us and adjusted her black-lace dress beneath the table; Sophia was hypnotized by the black push-up bra on show through the transparent material. I had it easy, a pricey shirt and jacket fit any occasion, while Sophia flaunted her slenderness in a black pencil skirt and narrow-fitted lilac blouse.

"You okay, sweetie?"

"Couldn't be better."

She looked very anxious once I had taken her out of the trance, almost unable to look at Emma who was very bubbly and not shy of talking.

"How long are you here for?"

"Another day or two, then we are going to do some sight-seeing,"

"Off to London, then"

"Yeah. So, what's your story?"

"Me? I come here by myself a few times a year, it's a great place to just get away from everything. There's no phone signal, no internet, and it's too remote for anyone to just stumble upon."

"That must be why it's so dead around here."

"Oh, no. You just picked the right time to come, sometimes this place is swarming."

"Ugh, I bet it's not nearly as nice as it is now."

"Wrong again, Vinny! All year round this place is kind of like that saying, 'What happens in-'"

"...Vegas, stays in Vegas."

"Exactly. Look at those two," She points towards the couple in the corner, "why do you think they are together?"

"Because his will has a lot of zero's?"

"Close. She is his secretary, and he has promised her the moon, including leaving his wife. I know this because she told me, and that's because no one cares what anyone gets up to here."

I playfully teased "Is that why you're really here? To get away with things?"

She joked back "Of course. What do you think my chances are with the old guy?"

By the time our desserts arrived, it felt like we had been here for an age, chatting with Emma was like being with an old friend. Despite the small size of her meal, she insisted that we try it and even got up to hand over her dessert fork. Stood between us, we were both intoxicated by her perfume, and as Emma delicately placed her fork between Sophia's lips, the whole situation became too overwhelming. She excused herself and hurried for the bathroom, Emma looked startled as she sat beside me.

"Is she okay?"

"She's fine, been feeling kind of iffy for a while now. Nothing to worry about."

That wasn't all entirely true, the reality wasn't something I should just blurt out, since it was shocking enough for me to barely handle. Although she couldn't admit it, all of the signals were there, Sophia was lusting after Emma, horny as hell for the beautiful stranger we had befriended, and who could blame her.

Using our manners, neither of us ate another bite until my hard-up fiancée briefly returned to say that she was going back to the hotel room. I got up to escort her, but she firmly insisted that I stay here and that everything was okay. We kissed, but Sophia quickly broke it off and left as Emma got up to offer a hug, her swift exit was justified as the smell of her sex was blatantly apparent. I could only imagine what had gone on inside that bathroom, and what was likely to happen in our empty room.

"Have I said or done something to upset her?"

"Trust me, you guys are fine."

Once she was sure everything was okay, we finished off our meal, still laughing and joking between ourselves. I couldn't help but stare as she ate, seeing Emma's flawless skin up close, those pretty freckles scrunching together each time she smiled at me, her lipstick-pink lips pouting on every bite, and to top it off - my fiancée had knowingly left me here with these delights.

With a little bit of flirting, Emma had managed to convince our waiter to let us take Sophia's uneaten dessert out of the restaurant. Since it was still reasonably early, or too early to just give up on the night, Emma had an idea where I would take it back to the room and see how she was feeling, if everything was okay, we could hang out again. As we left, our path out led us by the couple, who were surprisingly still there, and both strained their necks to watch as Emma passed by, she couldn't have seen it, but must have known.

"And there's your answer,"

She looked back at me, "What answer?"

"Your chances with the old guy? Guaranteed. The woman, too."

There was no verbal response; the telling grin on her face said everything. I walked Emma to the door and said I'd call to let her know what the situation was. Fumbling to find her swipe key, I was stood right behind her and watched with hope as she was unknowingly leaning further forward to get more light into her purse.

With each passing second, inch after inch of her glorious, slender legs were being exposed to me, the black pumps on her feet only further accentuated their incredible tone. I prayed that the key would never be found, as now the dress was beginning to ride up so far that her panties were sure to peek out. And then... damn.

"Finally found it!"

As we leant in and hugged, she caught me off guard with a kiss on my cheek and then held me tightly. I took my chance and kissed her like-for-like, absolutely loving the feel of her soft skin on my lips. This small token was as close as I had ever come to cheating, and knew that it was time to leave before my restraint gave way. I had begun to walk away when she called out,

"Thank you for a wonderful evening, I haven't had so much fun in a long time. Tell Sophia I'll be thinking of her."

***

Back at my own luxurious suite, I closed the door behind me and found my betrothed lying perfectly still under the plush bed covers, staring at me like a deer caught in the headlights. I climbed on and sat beside her, the dessert plate on my lap.

"Don't let me stop you,"

Instantly the cover started to ruffle as she continued to frig herself like there was no tomorrow. I scooped up some of the cream onto my finger and let Sophia slowly lick it clean.

"How many times have you come?"

"Three, working on four,"

"Emma said she would be thinking of you,"

"Oh, shit,"

"Probably didn't think you'd be doing this." Another scoop of the cream, "She really did look amazing tonight, wouldn't you say?" Sophia whimpered as I teased with the dairy and started to put ideas in her head. "God, you should have seen the way her legs looked from behind... fucking incredible,"

"Ugh,"

"And the way her lips feel-"

"You kissed her?" That was the kind of question I would have expected to be said with anger, but she kept masturbating furiously, looking for more details.

"She kissed me on the cheek; her lips are so soft,"

"Mmm, yeah?"

"And then I kissed her on the cheek. Do you want to taste?"

Sophia kissed me hard on the lips, and suddenly began to scream "Holy fuck! Four! Four!"

***

She lay in my arms for a while, her pulse eventually fading as we stared up at the ceiling.

"So... women, huh?" I asked

"No, no, just her. There's something..."

"I know, I know. Kind of funny, though,"

She looked up at me "What is?"

"A newly-engaged couple both smitten with the same woman. Not the way it's supposed to go. "

"You two were getting on like a house on fire, I thought she was in to you."

"Is that why you left? And, hey, you're the one she wanted to see."

"You know why I left. Having an orgasm in the middle of a restaurant just seemed... inappropriate."

"So, have you 'got it out of your system'?"

"I... I'm not sure. Why?"

"Because she wants to meet us again"

"What?! Tonight?!"

"Well, yeah. And it would have to be soon, or she might think we're not coming."

"Hurry up then, let her know!"

***

As I made the call, Sophia cleaned herself up and picked out a deep-red, silk dress - devastatingly sexy. Finally ready, she held me close and looked up into my eyes, shocking me with an unexpected proposal.

"I want you to know, if something were to happen tonight between you two, I wouldn't be mad."

"Whoa! Hold on, getting way ahead of yourself, no one ever mentioned sex."

"I know, but there's a vibe between you both, chemistry. It could be on the cards. And besides, at least it would be with such a nice, sweet girl like Emma, and not some dirty whore."

"You're serious?!"

"Of course. Look, do you love me?"

"More than anything in the world"

"Could anything ever change that?"

"Nothing, ever. I promise."

"Well then, I love and trust you unconditionally. So, anything you do or say is fine by me. But, this is just a onetime thing, after tonight - you are all mine."

"Okay, then, I won't be mad if something happened between you two - just for tonight."

"Glad to hear it. Deal."

And, so there we were just minutes later, walking through the corridors hand-in-hand with that staggering preposition running over and over in my mind. I knocked on the door and Emma swiftly answered, thankfully she had not changed out of that outfit and looked every bit as delectable. Being the closest, she grabbed my arm and pulled me inside; I still had Sophia's hand in mine so we both flew in.

"Sophia, wow. You look absolutely... perfect. Are you feeling better now?"

It was funny to see, she still seemed to be completely spellbound by Emma's beauty and froze still as she gave her a hug.

"She's fine, it's just that --"

"Emma, will you sit with me for a minute?" Sophia finally came around

"Of course. Is everything okay?"

They both sat on the side of the bed, with one leg tucked under to face each other.

"About before, I wasn't..."

"Wasn't what?"

"I didn't really feel ill, it was just that..."

"It's okay, whatever it is, you can tell me."

Emma held Sophia's hand in hers, but with the look she gave back, it may as well have been her heart.

She glanced up at me "I told you, such a sweet girl," and then back down to Emma "Maybe it's best if I just show you."

Without any warning, my beautiful lover leaned in and gave Emma a heavy kiss on the lips, so forceful that she fought to keep herself upright. It was pretty much a one-sided encounter, and a very unexpected one for everyone besides Sophia, and I doubted even she would have planned on doing this. As they parted, Emma slowly turned away and stared aimlessly at the floor, almost entirely devoid of expression, her cheeks becoming as red as my fiancées dress.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have done that," said Sophia, who got up and stood by me, seemingly ready to leave, "I just needed to say that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

Not getting any response, it didn't look good. We made our way to leave when Emma sprang from the bed and stood with her back against the door, keeping us both inside, frustration in her tone.

"You can't just come in here all dressed up, kissing me, telling me I'm beautiful - and then just walk out. No, no way."

"Look," I said calmly, "Things... got a little out of hand. It's okay, just open the door and we will pretend this whole thing never happened."

"What?! What the -- oh, nevermind. I don't want you to leave, for crying out loud."

"What, then?"

"How about an explanation? Why your suddenly again-silent fiancée put a whole new outfit on at a time everyone else is taking theirs off? Why she ran away because I dared to offer food?" Emma casually wiped her lips, "Why she wanders in and kisses me like that?"

She said the silent thing to try and lighten the mood, but she was right too, Sophia had frozen up again, and I had never seen her behave like tonight. Emma was not going to be moving any time soon, that was for sure, but even though I knew the truth, I wasn't about to throw my petrified fiancée under the bus. Instead, I escorted her back across the room and seated her on the bed once more, Emma laughed when I made my way back and started up a casual conversation to end the silence.

"So, how's things?"

"Oh, y'know, can't complain,"

And out of the blue, we both had our attention taken away

"Vince, remember our agreement - we won't get mad. Tell her the truth."

Sophia's 'serious face' meant that I was suddenly expected to explain this weird situation to someone we had known for less than 24 hours. What the hell was I supposed to say?

"Tell me what?"

I let out a deep sigh, racking my brain to find a good way to explain, and a quick glance around the room gave me an idea.

"Come with me," I said to Emma, taking her by the hand into the bathroom, "Stand here."

Looking straight into the large mirror, she stood up against - and placed both hands on - the marble counter, waiting curiously for my next move.

"Now, I want you to tell me what you see."

She shrugged her shoulders, "My reflection? The other wall?"

"Look harder"

"Hmm, I should have fixed my hair before you came 'round... eyeliner, too."

I groaned "You, young lady, are hard work."

"Well, why don't you tell me what you see?"

"Gladly." I moved in close and stood right behind her, our bodies so near to touching. There was an instant spark between us, an undeniable energy. The temptation to grind my cock against her ass was hard to resist, but this had to be done right. Emma looked into the mirror, watching me closely as I drank in what was on show.

After about a minute of silence, with me just enjoying the moment, she couldn't take it anymore. Her voice begged, "Tell me"

"I see... everything a person could possibly wish for. Flawless, delicate, ivory skin from head to toe. Bright round, beautiful eyes. Such daring, kissable lips..."

She finally looked away, turning her head to try and disguise a mischievous grin.

"A smile that can stop hearts from beating. Legs --"

"You can't even see my legs --"

"I don't need to; they are etched in my mind as the most perfect pair in existence," She gasps with a mixture of shock and excitement when I place my hands around her tiny waist. "A body that is out-of-this-world, and this," I took a small step forward and finally got to press my crotch into that magical ass, "there simply no words to describe how this looks... how this feels."

My weight was holding her firmly against the solid counter, with my arms wrapping themselves fully around her waist; I could feel her trembling from arousal. I whispered in her ear,

"She's beautiful, too. Isn't she?"

Emma could only nod her head

"She wants you." My cock was getting pretty hard now; I slowly ground it against her sweet butt. "I want you. But, we won't make you do anything you don't want to. Just say the word, and we will go."

I left her alone against the counter and sat next to Sophia, who kissed me hard as she stroked the crotch of my pants, gripping my pole. Facing the opposite direction, she had no idea but I could see Emma soon enter the bedroom and stunned both of us.

In one swift move, she pushed me away and straddled Sophia's thighs, draping both arms around her shoulders and delivering one of the most heated kisses in history. Despite what she said earlier, my bride-to-be took me by surprise when she reciprocated by forcing her tongue deep into Emma's mouth, both groaning as they embraced each other.

Had I ever dreamed of seeing this, it still could not have compared to actually seeing perfection suck face with perfection, their bodies linked together, their breasts separated by the flimsiest of material.

Sophia moved her hot little mouth away, kissing across Emma's cheek and down to her neck leaving loud, wet noises as she sucked the sweet skin of her new lover. I was more than content to sit and watch these two go at it for as long as they wanted - or could, but Emma soon changed my mentality.

With my fiancée in a world of her own, enjoying the soft flesh between her lips, Emma was staring deep into my eyes. A look so intense that I dared not blink for missing it, but, again she overpowered me. Her mouth slowly and silently mouthed,

"I... want... you."

With that, my next move - scooting closer to touch her - was completely justified, but she mouthed once more, those perfect lips ordering,

"Not yet. Just wait."

I could not argue with that, she clearly had a plan and I was happy to go along with it. I lay across the bed and watched as Emma slowly pushed the shoulder straps from Sophia's shoulders, letting the dress fall just enough to expose her humble chest. Sophia's decision not to wear a bra clearly startled Emma, whose eyes were transfixed on the dark, hard nipples before her.

It wasn't much of a surprise to see that -obviously - Emma had never been with another woman before. The way she delicately ran her fingers and hands across Sophia's bare shoulders and down to explore her taut breasts was incredible to see, and evidently incredible to feel.

Sophia sighed with every touch; her head must have been spinning when she fell backwards onto the bed lying parallel to me, though, with the look on her face, I'm not sure she realised I was still around. That quickly changed when I reached across to take her stiff nipples deftly between my teeth.

"Holy shit" she gasped suddenly as, unbeknownst to me, Emma had dropped to the floor and was parting Sophia's knees, and then it was her turn to gasp. My fiancée had obviously been thinking carefully about this, going unsupported without a bra, and leaving her crotch exposed to the elements without any panties. Seeing Emma's eyes as she had her first encounter with a new set of tits was one thing, her expression at a bare, utterly bald pussy was a whole different ballgame.

Still lapping at Sophia's areola, I slithered my hand down her taut body and wiggled my finger inside her soaking wet slit - right in front of Emma's face, and then back up to my mouth to taste her juices. Perhaps that served as inspiration, as that pretty little cooch was soon filled with probing British fingers, exploring what I had been lucky to have for so many years. I yanked the bottom of the dress over her hips to give me a better view, and the sight of seeing another woman pleasuring my girl almost made me shoot right then and there.

"Please," Sophia sighed "please eat me," reaching out to grab a pillow for something to grip and draping her legs over Emma's shoulders. Emma looked up at me, seemingly looking for guidance.

"Do whatever you would want her to do to you. Make my baby feel good."

That image was all that it took for her to stop with the foreplay, and get her first taste of womanhood in all its glory, slowly gliding her tongue from bottom to top of moist slit. She savoured the taste, making sure that every droplet on her lips had been tasted, but that wasn't enough. She buried the entire length of her tongue deep inside Sophia's snatch and did just as I had said to do.

I whispered in my lovers ear, "I know you can feel that, she's eating your pretty little pussy, baby, and fucking loving it too."

"Yeah,"

"Yeah, she wants to make you cum, she's going to make you cum. Tell her how good she makes you feel. Think of her beautiful, soft lips enjoying you, and tell her."

She opened her mouth to try and say it, but the words could not come out. Her back was in a constant arch, and breathing the way that told me she was close to getting off.

"Mmm, Sophia, you taste so wonderful" said Emma before nuzzling her tongue back inside, what she lacked in experience, she more than made up with enthusiasm, and that eagerness soon paid off. Still gasping for air, and trying to say anything at all to the woman between her thighs, it all became too much. She covered her face with the pillow to try and drown out the loud squeals, her legs bucking so wildly that Emma had to move away as the orgasm went on.

"Wow," I said to Emma, "Good job."

She stood up and looked down at her handiwork still squirming, and over to me, smiling almost in disbelief. I took the pillow from Sophia's face to see how she was doing, only to find that she had blacked out completely.

"Wow, excellent job!"

"Is she alright?"

"I'd say so! She can normally only stay awake for a few minutes after an orgasm, you just knocked her out cold! She'll sleep for a week now!"

I slipped off her dress and put Sophia under the bed covers to recover in comfort, kissing her on the forehead.

"You really love her, don't you?"

"Of course, always have."

"So, are you sure that you want to do this? I don't want to do anything that might cause a rift,"

I laughed "You didn't seem so concerned with her legs wrapped around your head! And no, I promise you - no rift. I'm not looking for a replacement. Our relationship works so well because we are completely honest with each other, and if we were not in total agreement about tonight, it would never have gone so far. Plus, this was all her idea, not mine; she would tell you that herself... were she conscious. Convinced?"

Emma smiled, nodded, and extended a hand out in my direction.

"Shall we?"

"Let's."

I walked over to the other side of the bed where Emma stood, and we held each other closely, I gently stroked her back and inhaled her perfume. She held my neck and pulled my head down, pressing our lips together softly and slowly. Just kissing Emma made my heart race, but the taste of her mixed with Sophia's juices made my heart absolutely pound.

"How you do you want to do this?" I asked

"How do you?"

Just as before, I took her by the hand and had her rest against the bathroom counter. She shuddered as I stood behind, lightly and carefully skimming my fingers up and down her arms in no rush whatsoever.

"I hope you don't mind me taking my time,"

"Mmm, not at all."

The feel of her body heat exuding through the transparent lace was incredible under my hands as I teased Emma, gliding up and down her belly, stopping at the first touch of panties and up to make the slightest contact with the bra cup.

With a few minutes passed of me exploring the wonderful feeling of her bare arms, kissing her neck and getting ever more daringly close to completely groping her nether parts, we never spoke a word. The increasing intensity of her breathing was all we needed to hear, or so I thought.

"Vince," she sighed, "can you make me feel good? Really good?"

"Anything you want, sweetheart,"

I brushed a few of the cosmetics on the counter away; Emma didn't need any instruction to lean over fully, resting her whole upper body across it. I took a step back could not help blurting "Holy fuck," at the sight of her bent over, ready and waiting for me. She parted her legs slightly wider, the dress fabric tightened perfectly to outline her sweet butt, I dropped to my knees and took each cheek in my hands, squeezing and rubbing every contour.

I should have been speeding things up, but missing out on this was just not going to happen, and Emma didn't quite seem to mind. Her legs were simply exquisite in these black pumps, and were even dreamier to the touch as I finally got my hands on them, stroking my fingers and palms over every inch, embracing the softness from thigh to ankle.

She yelped at the sudden feel of my hand on her panties, caressing her scorching mound beneath. A wet patch had developed along the crotch, and I knew at that exact moment - now was the time. Having lifted the dress over her hips, I peeled down the sexy lingerie and let them drop to the floor, pooling around Emma's ankles. She lifted each foot up and kicked them to the side, looking across her body to see - and feel - me fondle her neatly trimmed snatch as I stood up directly behind.

"Vince?"

"Yes, beautiful?"

"Make love to me" she said in the sweetest voice imaginable

I freed my cock from my pants, letting it spring up mere inches away from her bare skin, expecting to wake up from this dream. But, that didn't happen. I moved forward, guiding the head of my dick at her opening and, as slowly as possible - pushed every inch inside Emma's pristine twat. The snug walls held on firmly until the incredible moment I finally bottomed out, my hips meeting her butt and a sweet sigh of relief from both of us. I held it there to look down and admire the view, knowing that beneath Emma's round ass, my cock was hidden away in a place most had only dreamed of.

She lifted her head up to look in the mirror, leaning back slightly to make sure there was nothing left of me. I ran my hand down from her neck, feeling the curve of her back and idly dragging my fingers over the creamy skin of her ass. Without warning, or even realising it, I pulled back quickly - nearly popping out - and thrust myself back inside burying the entirety again. Emma moaned at the top of her voice, the sound echoing through the room, her reflection screwing up.

"Oh, shit. I'm sorry, it --"

"No. Don't say sorry - ever. That felt so good. Do whatever feels right."

She rested her head back onto the counter while I put both hands on her hips and pulled back once more, using the extra hold to slide my way back in.

"Ugh!" Emma grunted.

I waited. And again, I thrust

"Yes!"

A little bit quicker. Again.

"Fuck!" She cried

I don't know whether it was seeing my shaft glisten with her juices, or that it was the first time she had swore, maybe both, whatever it was lit a fire under me. The sound of our skin slapping together, our grunts, our heavy breathing all began to flow as I wailed into her from behind. My cock was in a constant battle to push through her cunt, I could not ever remember being inside a woman this tight, she was milking me dry. It did not slow me down; I continued to pound away, my hands were leaving red marks from gripping her hips so hard.

This was not love making, but it felt good. It felt right, just as she told me.

It was amazing to listen to her pant like this, sighing and squealing as I drilled deep, over and over. The sound of my knees clattering against the doors beneath the sink almost drowned out the sopping noise from every mind-blowing penetration.

"Emma" I breathed heavily, on the precipice of erupting inside the beautiful Ms. Watson.

"Oh, God" she moaned even louder, desperately reaching out for something to hold onto.

"So close"

She knocked a few things onto the floor and a couple of the complimentary toiletries into the sink, and with one powerful scream, she came - hard. Her entire body shuddered as the climax hit with my cock still buried inside, flooding over the shaft and beginning to seep onto my balls. I had to pull out, experiencing that any longer would have pushed me over the cliff, and having her get off first and needing a little recovery time, left me the chance to regain my composure.

After zipping up my pants, I lifted Emma's lifeless body from the counter and sat her between my outstretched legs, leaning back into me; she took my arms and wrapped them around her neck.

"Emma?"

"I've never..." she fought desperately for air "...no one ever... oh, God"

"They should have"

"Did... did you..."

"Almost,"

I began to laugh quietly, she was in a complete daze and was beginning to mumble incoherently. I reached out and pulled one of the towels hanging from the rail, quickly dabbing my forehead before passing it to Emma.

"Don't laugh at me!" she giggled, wiping the perspiration from her face and then rubbing the towel between and down her legs to soak up the girl juices. "My head is all over the place, give me a little while."

She folded the towel a couple of times and raised her hips to use it as a cushion, pulling down the dress hem for at least some dignity. We kicked off our shoes and continued to sit there for a while cuddling not saying much, Emma would occasionally turn her head back to kiss me as I continued to stroke her soft arms and hands. The room was essentially silent for a while with our breathing back to normal and Emma's trembling had all but gone.

"So, have you ever done this before?"

"Cuddling? No, this is my first time" she said with that sarcastic British humour

"Wow, so funny," I deadpanned back, "I mean with anyone here"

"No. Before you guys I've never met anyone here who got beyond whispering 'oh my God, it's her"

"I think I did that before,"

"Yeah, but, then you started talking to me like a human, that was a welcome change."

"And if someone comes along in the future --"

"No. I would not do it again, it would not even compare to tonight. Something just... clicked between us, and it would be stupid to try and recreate that with someone else. You two made me feel special, the things you said made me feel truly beautiful."

"You are, Emma, that is how you should always feel. We are very lucky to have shared this day with you."

She tilted her head back and we kissed tenderly, our lips tugging at each other, our tongues slowly swirling and gliding in our eager mouths, I caressed her neck with my hands, stroking her smooth, unblemished face. She pulled her mouth away from mine, but reached back with one hand to hold my neck.

"I want one more thing before this night is through,"

"Name it,"

"I want us to kiss while you are inside me,"

"I'd love to."

We stood up in unison, Emma turned and gave me a peck on the lips.

It was my turn to ask. "Can you do one thing for me first, something I won't ask again?"

"Sure"

"Say something really dirty to me?"

She glared at me, trying to hold back a grin "What?!"

"I've only heard you swear once --"

"I do not swear!" The grin grew a little wider

"Maybe not normally, but you did before, screaming a certain 'F' word. C'mon, say anything at all, whatever the first thing is that pops into your mind."

She stood there, stubbornly refusing to say anything at all, looking down at her feet still trying to hide the smirk from me. I stepped forward until our bodies were pressed together and began to unbutton my shirt, slowly and deliberately as she peeked up. I slipped off the jacket and shirt, throwing them in a ball into the corner on top of her panties, and pulled at the belt buckle until Emma stopped me. My arms dropped to the sides as she determinedly unfastened it and the trousers beneath, letting the pair fall to the floor, she yanked down my underwear and my erection sprang up and rudely poked against her.

"Have you thought of anything to say yet?"

She still refused to answer, instead she turned away and bent forward slightly, hinting at me to help out. Like unwrapping the greatest present ever, I pulled down the zipper all the way to the top of her butt and watched as the dress fell open and eventually around her ankles. Emma reached behind and unfastened her bra and let it drop to the pile around our feet, she looked into the mirror and caught my reflection. I was staring and admiring, yet surprisingly, felt as calm and poised as ever.

"Just when I thought you couldn't look any more perfect..."

I put my hands on her hips, and as she smiled, I brought them gently upwards until I was firmly cupping her beautiful breasts, feeling the supple flesh and stiff nipples.

"Vince," she breathed heavily

I held one hand there and quickly placed the other over the small strip of hair above her slit, dragging it teasingly slow across her throbbing clit.

"Vince" she begged as I pushed two fingers in as far as they would go, feeling her wetness, and slowly slid them in and out.

"Say it, Emma. Tell me what you want."

When she couldn't hold back anymore,

"Fuck me, now. Fuck my pussy."

She spun around and kissed me hard on the lips, pressing herself against me so forcefully that I stumbled backwards though the (thankfully) open door of the shower. My back slammed into the wall and Emma's feet slipped, but neither of us relented, groping at anything we could. I lifted her leg up and positioned my cock at her cunt, thrusting inside as fast and hard as I could. She was still so perfectly tight, her pussy hugged snugly with every deep, passionate penetration. I held up Emma's other leg and wrapped it around my waist, letting me pound relentlessly into her snatch, feeling her soft breasts against my chest as she kissed me, long and hard.

With my hands holding her round butt, it was difficult to keep balance, the more wildly she bucked, the more I nearly lost my balance. She reached out as frantically as earlier, looking for anything to hold onto, finding the shower head which instantly started to creak under the pressure. I put one hand out and grabbed the shower knob, inadvertently turning on the water. Emma took her tongue out of my mouth long enough to laugh between grunts,

"Don't pretend that was an accident!"

It was unplanned, but it was fucking awesome too. The water cascaded on our heads, I watched it trickling over her body, huge droplets forming on the ends of her nipples. The heat quickly filled the entire room with steam until all I could see was Emma before me, her face switching between contortion and pleasure as my cock thrust in to the hilt, over and over. Suddenly, her pussy began to squeeze my cock harder than ever, a fresh flow of her honey coating it, she bit into my shoulder and let out a guttural moan.

Her second orgasm was all I needed to have my first, stream after stream firing deep inside her flawless pussy. Pure bliss and euphoria swirling through my mind as I filled her up, and then felt immense pain when my legs gave way and I fell to the floor. Emma's eyes shot as wide as her mouth when she looked at me,

"Oh, my God. Are you okay?"

I winced, thankful that an incredible climax was still washing over me to soak up some of the pain.

"It's okay. I broke my fall."

She tried to get off me to ease the pressure, but I held her down, determined to stay inside for at least a little while longer. With my back against the tiles, she collapsed forward onto me, her head resting on my shoulder. The water was still pouring down onto us, not that we cared.

"Did you do it inside me?"

I hesitated, "Umm... yeah. Is that okay?"

"I would have stopped you if it wasn't okay. I just wanted to know, it was hard to tell with me doing it, too. Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'll be fine"

"I know what will make you feel better." She put her forehead against mine, our eyes looking into each others, our lips so close to touching; I could almost taste the words. "You came inside my pussy. Your cock made me come so hard."

I grinned like the Cheshire Cat "Ah-ha! I knew there was a dirty girl in there somewhere!"

She laughed and snapped back "Yeah, and you came in her, too!" Emma quickly planted a hand across her mouth, so shocked that she had said any of this.

"Dirty, dirty girl!"

She began to laugh hysterically, until I kissed her again. After a good few minutes of passionately making out, we both knew that it was time to get up from the floor, though it was not much fun taking my cock out of her cunt. We dried ourselves off with some fresh towels, and though we never actually discussed it, I would clearly not be getting dressed to leave. Emma led me back into the bedroom where she walked to the other side of the bed and knelt by Sophia.

"Still sleeping" she whispered

I knew better and said at normal volume "I told you. She won't wake up until morning now." I too went over to Sophia, brushing her long hair away from her face and planting a lingering kiss. A few minutes later, Emma and I were under the covers bare naked, her leg draped over my body as we lay face-to-face, reluctantly succumbing to tiredness.

Natural light filled the room the next time I opened my eyes, it was morning and I could hear voices to my side. Sophia was wedged firmly between myself and Emma, the feel of her skin told me she was still completely undressed. I was absolutely exhausted from the night before, and still ached from the fall, but I eventually woke up enough to listen to their conversation. My fiancée had obviously gotten over her stifling infatuation and the pair were openly discussing what happened the night before.

It was so hot to hear it all back, and from Emma's point of view no less. She didn't miss a beat, giving every detail in her own sweet way, refraining from using rude words and answering any questions Sophia had. As the story reached its end, I sat up against the headboard to say 'Good morning'. Both girls were on their sides, Emma was facing in my direction and smiled, Sophia had her back to me but turned her head back to kiss me.

As Emma finished the story with "And, now I'm here with you", I knew something was amiss, the smile they gave each other was not a regular, friendly one, though it was a familiar one.

"Oh my God!" I said with glee as it hit me. I quickly pulled back the bed covers to reveal their bare naked bodies pressed firmly together, and each with a couple of fingers in the others pussy, where they had been toying with each other throughout the story.

"Hey!" Sophia moaned, "You got yours last night, it's my turn!"

They both came at almost the exact same time, crying out from this beautiful experience of mutual masturbation.

***

We spent almost the entire day together as a trio using essentially every amenity this place had to offer. A highlight for me being splashing around in the empty-as-ever pool, despite seeing them both utterly naked it was still hot to see them frolicking together in revealing bikinis. We also went for some soothing rubdowns from the same ladies from last time, though without a third masseur on-hand, I happily opted to sit back and unashamedly watch the show. They would laugh and blush when I made not-so-subtle comments about the situation, though neither knew the truths that I did. The restaurant couple had obviously taken advantage of the lack of guests, too, although they clearly did not expect us to walk in on them screwing in the hot tub.

And yet, despite these and a bunch of other signs, we did not have sex with Emma again, just as we all agreed. I won't lie, there were a few occasions where myself or Sophia would give in to the urge and kiss her, but it never went beyond closed-mouth and touching was kept to a minimum. On our final night, the beautiful way Sophia and I made love told us that everything was back to normal, though I knew it would be.

***

We had arranged to call and meet once our cases were packed, but when there was a knock at the door with only 3/4 of our luggage away, it didn't take much effort to guess who it was. Everything that was on the floor was basically slung into the nearest case to get them zipped closed as quickly as possible. Emma dressed casually, yet looked stunning as ever, in skin-tight jeans and a snug sweater. We didn't say a great deal, everything that needed to be said was done so by the way the three of us lay together on the bed, Sophia and I cuddling her from either side until that dreaded phone call came.

Our taxi had arrived.

It was strange to think that we had made such a close bond in such a short space of time, but it was definitely evident. Sophia was never any good at saying goodbye; she could only bear to leave Emma with a parting kiss before making a swift exit. I left the room with Emma, our arms instantly wrapping firmly around each other as we kissed, it was difficult to stop, knowing that this would never happen again, but all good things must come to an end.

I climbed into the back of the car and watched as the resort gradually disappeared from sight, but with memories of the most incredible week imprinted in my mind forever.

Sophia took one last look through the back window, before resting her head on my shoulder, smiling.

"Vince, I think I know the perfect place for our honeymoon."

"Really? Me too."