a little under the table oral fun

Suddenly Emma disappears under the table. Her tight body slinks down off its chair and she's on all fours beneath the tablecloth. At least you assume that's what she's doing down there. You can't see her.

"Emma?" You say, feeling odd like you're talking to an empty chair across from you. "What are you doing?"

"No one can see me, right?" She says in her cute British accent. You feel her hands on your legs. "No one can get a picture or a video of what I'm about to do. It's their word against mine, right?" Her hands push your legs open and you sense her body position itself between them. "That is what you said right?"

It's true, that is the point you were trying to make. As long as it's some random person's word against Emma Watson's, Emma has the upper hand.

You feel her hand on your crotch, unzipping your pants.

"But Emma..." you start to say. Then you stop and think. Why would you try to persuade her to stop what she's doing? Sure it's wilder than anything you've ever done before. But as you feel her hand reach into your fly and the flesh of her palm wrap around your hard johnson, pulling it out, you realize that you're about to have the most unlikely and amazing sexual experience of your life. Why would you stop that?

You feel a pair of soft lips gently slip themselves around the tip of your cock. This moment is ridiculous, you think. You wonder if Emma is good at sucking cock. You realize you're genuinely about to find out.

You feel the lips slide down your shaft. Then up. Then down. You feel her tongue dance around the sensitive skin of your member. She's very good.

You try your best to remain composed in your seat. After all, the more you over react the more likely it is that someone will know what's happening here. So you sit still, you stay quiet. But it's incredibly difficult. Emma's tongue licks your shaft up and down and then her lips wrap around it again. You can hear all sorts of sucking and slurping noises coming from beneath your table. You wonder if anyone else can.

The moment is unbearably erotic. And you know you can't hold out too much longer. You wish you could, but you feel your cock erupt and you hear a giggle from beneath the tablecloth.

You try to suppress your deep panting breaths, but it's so difficult. Moments later, Emma reappears in her seat, the spray of your cum visible across her face. She smiles at you. She nods.

You have no words for her. What happened was completely beyond words. You are a little concerned that someone will see her facial though.

And as if answering your concern, your waitress appears at your table. She looks at Emma, then at you, then back at Emma.

"I'm sorry." She says. "But our manager would like to speak with you two, if you don't mind."

Emma gives you a look.