Somebody's alarm...

‘Sorry, sorry, sorry…’ Emma Watson mumbles, her back to you, as she fumbles for her phone. This isn’t easy, because it’s trapped in her bag, which is shoved underneath the front seat of your car, and also, she’s naked –

Emma Watson is naked in your car –

The lovely curve of her arse arches as she finally gets hold of her phone. ‘There! Sorry…’ She turns, and fixes you with a guilty smile. ‘Alarm. Forgot to turn it off. And you looked so peaceful, I wanted to let you sleep a little longer…’

‘Um,’ you say, intelligently. ‘Fucking hell, hi. I mean, thank you.’

Emma’s face creases into a smile. ‘Hi. I mean, you’re welcome.’

She’s teasing you – and with that, the events of last night slam solidly into place. Holy shit. ‘Sorry,’ you stammer, tripping over your words a little. ‘I just – I mean, I thought I was… dreaming…’

The moment the words are out of your mouth, you wince, because it sounds so stupid – but Emma bites her lip adorably, looking charmed. ‘Well, aren’t you sweet. But, no, I’m real. See?’ She jiggles her breasts up and down – and it’s so cute, you could die. ‘Famous tits and everything.’

Your cock chooses this moment to wake up, unsurprisingly – and Emma notices. ‘Oh, good,’ she giggles, dropping back onto the seat next to you. ‘For a moment, I was worried you were having second thoughts. But I see someone isn’t.’

‘No,’ you manage, through several layers of morning arousal, befuddlement and shock. ‘God, no, Emma – I mean – I still can’t believe you’re real –’

‘You already did this last night,’ Emma reminds you, prodding you playfully in the chest. ‘I don’t mind, though. Tell me how much of a fantasy I am again. It’s kind of hot.’

Then her face clouds, suddenly, and she glances down at her phone…

‘Oh, damn. Just realised why no one’s texted me. I was wondering slightly why no one seemed to care that I’d vanished off the face of the earth…’

Emma kisses you on the cheek apologetically. ‘Sorry. Give me five minutes? I just need to let people know that I’m not, you know, dead in a ditch somewhere, okay?’