It was one of the most surreal experiences of my life. It had started off as a relaxing day of fishing out in the Bristol channel on Rory’s boat. Work had been a nightmare lately and I needed to just unwind a little. I had no idea of what was ahead of me that day. We had come back into the harbor and moored up before saying good bye to James and Michael who had accompanied us out. As usual they were the first to disappear to the local pub once we were back leaving me and Rory to tie up the boat and unload the gear. Rory’s boat was almost thirty three foot in length with a large wheel house at the front and a long open back ideal for our casual fishing on the odd occasion. It was hardly a romantic setting for any liaison.”Look at that!” said Rory looking up at the car park overlooking the harbor.I looked up to see what it was Rory was talking about. A brand new Bentley had just parked up near the edge of the dock, its black paintwork glistening in the afternoon sun. The door opened and a woman stepped out before closing the door behind her. My eyesight has never been excellent so I couldn’t quite make out her face from that distance but I could see she was wearing a pair of blue denim jeans and a white t-shirt sitting underneath a leather sleeve-less jacket. Her attire hugged her features smartly revealing that she had an above average body but that was it. I always liked that however. I’ve always hated women who just show everything and leave nothing to the imagination. What stood out more than anything however was her dark blond hair that hung over her shoulders.I felt hypnotized by the sight of her. I couldn’t help it. It was like there was a powerful force pulling me towards her. I watched her as she slowly walked up to the handrail and began to lean on it looking out at the boats moored in the harbor. Suddenly I saw her head turn towards us. I knew I was staring and that she was looking at me but I didn’t care. It took a thump in my right arm from Rory to snap me out of it and I returned to unloading the boat. I glanced back every so often and saw her standing there. Every so often we saw each other looking at one another again but only for a few çankaya escort seconds. Then at some point she was gone but the car was still there.We carried all the stuff up to Rory’s van and loaded it back up. He never kept anything on the boat that could be swiped by someone passing by. Once it was done I went to the nearby shop to pick up some stuff for a night in in front of the television; a perfect end to a chilled out day – or so I thought. I went into the shop and walked up to the alcohol section. I picked up two bottles of whiskey, a crate of Budweiser for Rory and some rather unhealthy snacks. I paid for my stuff and walked out through the door.I nearly dropped everything I was holding as I left the shop. Outside was a set of benches where people could buy ice creams and sit and watch the boats going into the harbor. Sitting on one of the benches was the woman I had seen get out of the Bentley. What stunned me was I recognized her! I couldn’t believe what I was seeing at first and wouldn’t believe what my eyes were telling me but the more I stared at her the more I came to believe it. It was Emma Watson.She saw me standing there like a right idiot and I felt compelled to acknowledge her. I rather nervously nodded a hello in her direction and she smiled back. The smile was half hearted and I suspected that she was afraid I was going to go rushing over to her like some crazed fan. Not wanting to seem anymore like an idiot I just carried on and walked passed her feeling like I was in some kind of wierd dream.”Having a night in?”My head seemed to snap back in the direction from which the voice came. It really was her asking me the question.”Yea,” I replied still in disbelief, first that it was her and now that I was actually talking to her. “Just a chilled out day today.””I know the feeling,” she said looking away momentarily. There was something in her voice that portrayed sadness. It was familiar somehow like we were both just looking for an escape from our everyday lives for just one day.”What about you?” I asked.”I’m sorry?””What are you doing down this way? It’s not exactly Hollywood,” I said immediately wishing rus escort I hadn’t since I now sounded like just another fan.”Just went out for a drive and this was where the land ended and the sea began,” she said looking out at the sun that was now just slightly above the horizon turning the sky orange.”Well,” I said not wanting to overstay my welcome. “Enjoy the view.” She smiled a thank you and I walked away towards Rory’s van. My face was absolutely beaming when I returned to the van.”What’s the matter with you?” asked Rory. I tried to explain when suddenly I was interrupted by a voice behind me. It was her. She had followed me.”Excuse me,” she said. Rory’s eyebrows almost shot into his hair as he saw Emma Watson walking towards us. “You have a boat, right?””Uh, yes,” I replied on Rory’s behalf. She reached into her pocket and took out her purse. Stuffed inside was a bundle of twenty pound notes.”I have three hundred pounds here,” she said handing them to us before we had even agreed to anything. “I’d like you to take me out to that island over there.”The island she was referring to was a large rock about five miles out from shore. We had been fishing around it all day and was looking forward to going home for a shower but I found myself unable to say no. It wasn’t the money. I just didn’t want this bizarre experience to end. Rory felt compelled to agree and soon we were back on board the boat heading back out to sea as the sun continued to go down. For the journey out me and Rory stayed in the wheelhouse only occasionally looking back at our passenger who sat at the end of the boat looking out at the sea and listening to the Sea Gulls hovering around us hoping to scrounge a few pieces of fish off us.We reached the island and Rory cut the engine to allow us to float around it. In my rush to go back to sea I had taken the bags I had bought in the shop with us on the boat. As the boat bobbed up and down in the sea a bottle of my whiskey rolled out across the floor and stopped by her feet. She picked it up and looked at it before asking me, “Do you mind?””No, go ahead,” I replied. Before I could offer her anything to water eryaman escort it down she had taken the top off and swigged the bottle back. Her face twisted as it burned her throat but I was impressed by the volume she had consumed. She handed it to me as she wiped away some of the excess from her lips before giggling. I started to laugh before I too took a sip although it wasn’t quite upto her standards. She was obviously accustomed to drinking spirits.Rory stayed in the wheelhouse almost afraid to come out. He stayed there watching us as we stood at the back of the boat handing the bottle back and fore. Before long the two litre bottle was half gone and I could feel myself feeling quite tipsy. I suspected she’d had most of it but couldn’t be sure. I kept waiting for her to say something but she just kept handing the bottle back whenever she wasn’t having any. I had seen this look before on people who were drinking. Its the look of someone trying to forget something.”I don’t know your name,” she suddenly said. I was about to answer when she suddenly threw her finger to her lips and said, “Sssshhhh! I don’t want to know.”Holding the bottle she walked up to me. She moved the bottle towards me and lifted it up to my lips forcing me to drink it. I swigged it back for several seconds before my need for oxygen forced me to cough out the portion in mouth. I stumbled backwards much to her amusement. She lifted it up to her lips once more but this time she kept her eyes on me as she drank another mouthful. The bottle was almost empty now and once she was done she threw it into the sea.Having watched it go in I turned back to her and found her walking towards me with eyes that made me feel like I was the object of attention for some kind of predator. She started to take off her sleeve-less jacket and dropped it on the floor. Suddenly, in one quick move she took off her white t-shirt and allowed it to slide down her arm. Underneath she wore a small black bra that cupped her shapely breasts so perfectly it was as if it were painted on. I was both excited and scared but whatever I was feeling I could feel myself stiffening up. It was like electricity was emanating from the sight of her topless and flowing through my body to my cock.She walked up closer to me until I could feel her breath tickling my neck and she whispered into my left ear, “Have you ever done anything really stupid?””More times than I care to remember,” I replied.