Emma Watson Bathing Suit Novels & Stories

William hugged Emmy’s slender waist from behind. "Okay. What color should I pick? The transparent pink one looks like a p**n star’s outfit!" Emmy joked, teasing her husband who had wild fantasies about her. William grabbed the transparent pink lacy lingerie and pulled Emmy to the bathroom to shower quickly. He’d been longing to be close to her all day while she was teaching at the campus. Emmy deliberately didn’t get her hair wet since she’d just washed it the afternoon before, so they finished their shower together quickly.

Colton winked at me and I was glad dark blue bikini bottom didn't get darker when it became wet. "Anyone got a ball?" Eva asked. She was dressed in a white one-piece swimsuit that made her chest look bigger than it already was. Her boobs were bigger than ours and right now I wasn't surprised that Nathan could barely take his eyes off her. "I have two." He mumbled. Eva blushed fiercely, splashing his face with water. He smirked at her and winked. "Oh, it's on." And he stepped forward, splashing water on her.

“Well, you don’t have much of a choice, do you? Unless you’d rather wait until your aide is back tomorrow. Or maybe you’re planning to skip bathing altogether?” Ethan’s glare could have melted steel, but Emma stood her ground. After a long pause, he muttered, “Fine. But don’t make it weird.” Emma grinned. “Trust me, I’ll be professional. Mostly.” Ethan sat in the large bathtub, his shirt already removed, revealing the chiseled physique of a man who clearly didn’t skip upper-body workouts. His gaze was fixed on the wall, his jaw clenched as Emma bustled around, gathering towels and adjusting the water temperature.

Wooden tubs, carved with wolf motifs and spaced generously apart, stood filled with warm water, their surfaces dotted with crimson rose petals that floated like blood on snow, like a small oasis of luxury that felt like a mockery of their servitude. Attendants stripped the Omegas of their linen garments, handing each a lump of jasmine soap and a rough washcloth before guiding them into the tubs. Scarlett eased into hers, wincing as the water stung the welt on her calf still throbbing from Odessa’s strike. She sank into the water, the heat soothing yet foreign, her silver hair fanning out like liquid moonlight.

Not so much because they were dangerous, but more so because they were young, arrogant, and careless. When she woke, Matt had already left for work. She took a shower and was looking for clothes to wear on her special trip. She chose a zebra-patterned bikini with an American flag T-shirt and a white cover skirt to go over her swim suit. She was both nervous and excited at the prospect of seeing those two enormous cocks out in the open and not sticking through some strange hole in the wall. Robbie texted her on her cell: 'Ready? We will be at lake by 11:00.'

Although, it was still warm enough that she decided a quick swim would help her relax. Emma stripped off her shorts but left on the baggy t-shirt and stepped into the water. Once she got deep enough, she let her feet float out from underneath her and floated around the water on her back. She closed her eyes and let the water carry her body along with the gentle current. She was truly enjoying her moment of leisure, not knowing when she would get another one. Emma! Where are you?! Logan’s voice flitted through her mind. She knew he was going to be angry with her, but she hadn’t cared at the time.

She replies. I pick her up and carry her into the bathroom, sitting her on the counter while I bathe her. I drop in a blackberry vanilla bath bomb and set her into the tub. I make sure she is comfortable before I climb into the shower. I grab a towel and dry myself before wrapping it around my waist. I noticed that Sienna was no longer in the tub and entered our room. She pulled down a dark blue off-the-shoulder sweater dress as I walked out. She already had on a pair of beige leggings and a pair of knee-high black boots. Sienna had left her hair down, falling down her back in soft waves. I loved the fact that she wore very minimal makeup. She didn’t need it; she was naturally beaut

Natasha was happily paddling in the water together with Venus and the other models. They are all in a two-piece bikini except her. Luckily, Venus didn't really push her to take off the shorts and shirt over the swimsuit she was wearing. She took off her glasses and left them in the cottage as well so that she could freely dive under the water. It was good that when she fell earlier, she quickly grabbed the glasses so as not to lose them, it was like her instinct. When they all got out of the water, the models lay down on the sand one by one. She just stood there and looked at them.

And when she stepped out of the bathroom dressed in the black swimsuit, all thoughts of sleep fled from his mind. He’d already seen her naked when she’d been bloody and injured. Now she was wearing only the skin-tight black Lycra suit, which seemed to be even more revealing than if she’d been fully nude. It outlined every curve of her full breasts and did nothing to hide the peak of her nipples under the thin fabric. Seeing that he was staring, she blushed and wrapped one of the fluffy white towels around her chest. As if that really helped anything — he still had an eyeful of her long, bare legs.

"The ocean was loud." Lily raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it, but before she could press further, Emma walked into the kitchen. Marcus's breath caught. She was wearing a new swimsuit, a black bikini that left very little to the imagination. Her skin was already lightly tanned from the previous days in the sun, and her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail that emphasized the elegant line of her neck. She looked confident, beautiful, and entirely too aware of the effect she was having.