Go to a hotel

Your mind goes blank. You hadn't really expected this, not realistically. Your didn't honestly think your plan would work. Besides, exhibitionism was never really a bit part of your perfect sex life. Then again, fucking Emma Watson always was, so... you figure you can make it work.

The first thing you decide is that you've got to get out of this terrible store. You try to remember the naughty texts you'd sent. Obviously they made an impression with Emma, so that's a good place to start.

You remember the promise of a window and fucking Emma up against it. But your apartment doesn't have a big window. So you'll have to improvise.

Emma stands before you, waiting for you to suggest something. She rubs her hand on her neck and cheek. Clearly she's hot... hot standing here in front of you.

This is like a strange surreal dream.

"A hotel" you say. "We're going to a hotel." You look around the store. Can you just leave your post? Fuck it. "Now"

And Emma smiles.

But your mind flashes on something else. "No!" You stay and Emma stops, looking at you confused. "We need to find something for you to wear first." Your mind races. Lingerie. You texted her that you'd send her out in lingerie instead of real clothes.

So you race into the lingerie section of the store and flip through a few options, eventually landing on a cute little lace number, white with pink polka dots, with a totally sheer top and a very short skirt on the bottom. You yank it off the rack and run it back to Emma who's still waiting in the front of the store, watching you silently with an animal's eyes.

You toss the outfit at her. "Put this on."

Emma catches it and holds it up with a smile, then starts to look around the store for a place to change.

"Right now" You say, feeling yourself settling into this new dirty role as the exposer of Emma Watson. "You don't need a changing room."

And before you can wonder if Emma will actually obey, her sweater is up over her head, then her bra is off and on the ground, her b-cups in front of her eyes again. And then her pants are on the ground, her panties too, exposing her pretty bald twat.

For the first time you're looking at Emma, completely exposed, nude from head to toe, before you. And you can tell she's enjoying it, taking a moment to let your eyes run over her body before dressing in her new outfit.

And even though you'd seen her breasts and pussy already, you don't think you could have imagined putting them together into such a perfect image as the one that stands before you right now.

Dressed in her new lingerie, Emma's perfect breasts are still perfectly visible and her bare ass peaks out the back of it when she turns to head out the door. You follow.

All the way to the hotel, sitting next to a barely dressed Emma Watson in your car, driving through the street, you can't quite believe this is real.

In the hotel lobby, when the desk clerk asks if you have a reservation and you respond "No", he glances over your shoulder to see Emma, half-exposed, standing sheepishly and, with an empathizing smile, gets you a room.

Then it's up the elevator, with another couple, the man can't stop looking at Emma. You wonder just how turned on she is by this. And your curiosity is answered, when the two of you step into the hotel room and Emma immediately runs up to the big window, pulls open the curtains, places her hands on the glass and arches her back, preventing her inviting, smooth, glistening twat to you. Then she turns her head over her shoulder to look at you.

And you think, this is the moment. This is the moment you've been imagining for the past three weeks, ever since Emma first set foot in your store and sweetly flashed you her naughty bits.

You pull down your pants, boxers, tear of your shirt and step up behind Emma, naked, breathing heavily, fully erect, place on hand on her hip, under the skirt of her lingerie and grab your manhood with the other and guide it into her soaking wet slit.

You start to fuck.

As you thrust your body into Emma's, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, small squeaks of joy squeezing from her throat, you decide to get to know this starlet that you're fucking.

"You like exposing yourself?" You ask, an obvious question.

"Yes!" she answers, mid gasp.

"When did you start?" You say loudly over the sound of Emma's panting.

"When... I was... twenty-one" Emma says, pressing her face and breasts against the glass of the window.

"To who?"

"Everyone... I... could."

Your cock feels amazing inside Emma's tight pussy, as she grinds herself into you.

"What happened?" You decide to keep going.

"I... got kicked... out of... college." Emma thrust herself back into you over and over.

You place a hand on her sweat covered back, rubbing her perfect flesh. Fucking harder and harder.

"How many men have you fucked?"

"Sixteen."

"How many have made you expose yourself to others."

"Seven... god don't stop!" Emma arches her back more. You fuck her even more furiously.

"Have you ever fucked a woman?"

"Just... made out" Emma's accent is still sweet in your ears.

"Have you ever fucked more than one person at a time?" You feel yourself close to exploding.

"No.." Emma's face and hands leave wet sweat on the window. Both of your bodies are drenched.

"Would you like to?" You can't hold on much longer.

"Whatever... you... say"

And with that you cum into Emma's sweet pussy. It feels amazing. And you need to take a moment to breathe and truly appreciate what just happened... if that's even possible. Which it's not.

You pull out of Emma who immediately flips around, a big smile on her face. You realize you might be finished, but she's still eager to go.

"You want more, don't you?" You ask, flopping down onto a chair.

"I want you to expose me." Emma says, licking her wet, sweat-covered lips. You couldn't have imagined just how insatiable she is.

So you cook up another idea.