Harry's Perfect Summer (Ch. 5 - Groping Emma) (Patreon)

Harry and Emma stepped out of the manor, and were greeted by a beautiful summer's day. The sun was shining brightly in the clear blue sky, casting a warm glow over the sprawling grounds of the Potter estate. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze.

In other words, it was the perfect day for a little bit of flying.

Emma looked excited as she gazed out over the vast expanse of green lawn, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Harry couldn't help but feel a thrill run through him as well. He had always loved flying, ever since he first learned how to control a broomstick as a young boy. There was just something about soaring through the air, feeling the wind whip past you, and seeing the world below from a bird's eye view.

And now, he would get to experience that feeling pressed up against Emma.

"Are you ready to take to the skies, Emma?" Harry asked, turning to her with a grin.

"Absolutely!" Emma replied, practically bouncing up and down with excitement, her big breasts jiggling enticingly in her crop-top. "I can't wait to see what it feels like to fly!"

Harry couldn't help but notice the impracticality of Emma's outfit, given the occasion. Sure, the tight crop-top and short shorts looked great on her, accentuating her curves and showing off her long, toned legs, but they weren't exactly the best attire for a flight. All it would take was a gust of wind to catch the fabric of her crop-top and send it fluttering away, leaving her bare chest exposed to the world. The thought of that happening made Harry's cock throb in his pants, and he had to adjust himself discreetly to hide his growing arousal.

"Well, let's get going then," Harry said, as he summoned his broom from his room. It came soaring out of the house, hovering gracefully in midair as it waited for its master to mount it.

Emma watched with wide eyes as the broom came to a stop in front of her, hovering invitingly at waist height. Harry could tell she was nervous, but also eager to give it a try.

"Ladies first," Harry said, gesturing towards the broom with an elegant wave of his hand.

Now, normally, guest fliers sat at the back, hanging onto the flyer for dear life as they soared through the skies. But Emma didn't know that, and Harry wasn't about to correct her. No, he wanted to be the one touching her, feeling her body press up against his own as they flew together. So instead, he suggested that she sit in front, with him wrapped around her waist, holding onto her hips.

Emma, oblivious to his ulterior motives, readily agreed, climbing aboard the broom and settling herself comfortably in front of Harry. As soon as she was settled, Harry mounted behind her, wrapping his arms around the smooth skin of her thin waist and pulling her close. He could feel her soft curves pressing up against him, her plump ass pushing back against his swelling cock.

"Ready?" Harry asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned in close to Emma's ear.

Emma nodded, her heart pounding with excitement as she gripped the handlebars of the broom tightly. Harry could feel her trembling slightly, whether from fear or anticipation, he couldn't quite tell. But he knew that whatever the reason, it was a good sign.

Harry gripped the broom with one hand, the other wrapped securely around Emma's waist, holding her close as they took off into the sky. The wind whipped past them, rushing through their hair and clothes, making Emma's crop-top flutter and her short shorts ride up, revealing more of her toned thighs. The sudden acceleration caused her perky butt to push back against Harry's crotch, rubbing against his hardening dick.

Harry couldn't help but grow to full mast as he felt Emma's firm bottom grinding against his swelling manhood. He could feel her soft curves pressing up against him, her full breasts pressing against his arm. The sensation was intoxicating, and Harry couldn't help but grow even harder as he held her close. He had been forced to leave Hermione with a severe case of blue balls earlier, and now he was determined not to make the same mistake again.

"Oh my god, this is amazing!" Emma cried out, her voice carried away by the wind as they soared higher and higher into the sky.

Harry couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm. She was having the time of her life, and he was glad to be able to provide her with such a unique experience. And as they flew, Harry couldn't help but think about all the other ways he could make her scream out with delight.

Eventually, after reaching cruising altitude, Emma relaxed against him, resting her head on his shoulder and leaning back into his embrace. Harry held her hips, enjoying the feeling of her curvy ass pressing back against his crotch as they flew. With each bump and twist of the broom, he could feel her plump butt moving against him, teasing his already rock-hard erection.

No longer needing to have a hand on the broom, he let it relax on Emma's thigh instead, gently caressing her smooth skin as they flew. His other hand was busy exploring the rest of her body, tracing patterns on her flat stomach, brushing against the underside of her large breasts, and occasionally dipping lower to play with the hem of her short shorts.

"How are you doing up there, Emma?" Harry asked, his lips almost brushing against her ear as he spoke. "Are you enjoying the ride?"

"Yes, it's amazing!" Emma replied, her voice breathless with excitement. "I never imagined flying could be so much fun!"

"Glad to hear it," Harry said, smiling to himself. "But I have a feeling we can make this ride even more exciting."

With that, he increased the speed of the broom, causing Emma's curvy ass to push back against his crotch even harder. The friction between her firm bottom and his swollen cock sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body, making him groan softly with desire.

Emma let out a low moan over the wind rushing past them, grinding her luscious ass back against Harry's throbbing cock. Harry could tell she was enjoying this just as much as he was, if not more.

"Faster, Harry!" Emma cried out, her voice filled with excitement. "I want to feel the wind whipping past us even faster!"

Harry was more than happy to oblige. He pushed the broom to its limits, soaring through the sky at breakneck speeds. The wind roared past them, tearing at their clothes and making Emma's short shorts flutter wildly around her thighs. Harry felt himself getting even harder as he watched the fabric fluttering around her skin, teasing him with glimpses of her smooth thighs and the hint of her lacy underwear.

Then, without warning, Harry made a sharp dive, sending the wind rushing past them at even greater speeds. Emma gasped as the cool breeze rushed into her cleavage, pushing the fabric down and exposing her bare breasts to the world. Her nipples were stiff and sensitive, standing proudly at attention as the wind blew across them. Harry couldn't help but stare, transfixed by the sight of her beautiful, bare tits.

But Emma was too busy clinging to the broom for dear life to fix her top, leaving her bouncing breasts exposed to the elements. Harry's eyes were drawn to the sight, unable to look away as her delicious tits jiggled enticingly in front of him. Up and down he soared, making sharp turns and twists, sending her curvy figure flying every which way. Each new movement sent her voluptuous body rolling and bouncing, her heavy breasts jiggling and shaking as they went.

By now, Harry's cock was rock-hard, straining painfully inside his pants, and he was certain that Emma could feel it pressing against her ass. But rather than being repulsed or scared, she seemed to be enjoying the sensation, grinding her plump ass back against him with renewed vigour.

Finally, Harry slowed the broom down, bringing it to a gentle hover above the lake. They floated there for a moment, taking in the beauty of the scenery below them. Then, Emma turned to face him, her big brown eyes sparkling with excitement.

"That was amazing, Harry! You're an incredible flyer!" she gushed, smiling up at him with a look of pure joy on her face.

As Emma turned to face him, her big breasts came into full view, bouncing enticingly in front of him. Harry couldn't help but stare, mesmerised by the sight of her perfect, round tits. They were large and firm, with dark pink nipples that stood proudly at attention. Harry's mouth watered at the sight, and he couldn't help but imagine what they would taste like.

Emma seemed to have noticed his gaze, for she giggled lightly and blushed, covering her chest with one arm as she looked away.

"I'm sorry, Harry," she said, her voice soft and shy. "I didn't mean to flash you like that. It's just... I got carried away with the excitement of the flight, and I forgot to hold my top down."

"Don't apologise, Emma," Harry said, his voice deep and husky with desire. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. Your body is beautiful, and I wouldn't mind seeing more of it."

At his words, Emma's blush deepened, spreading from her cheeks all the way down to her neck. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly lowered her arm, revealing her gorgeous tits once again. Harry couldn't believe how lucky he was, having such a stunning woman practically offering herself up to him like this.

"Well, you've already seen them once, so I guess there's no harm in letting you see them again," Emma said, a playful smile playing at the corners of her lips. "But only if you promise not to tell anyone about it."

"Of course, Emma," Harry agreed, his eyes locked onto her beautiful tits. "I would never betray your generous trust like that."

As he spoke, Harry couldn't help but caress the smooth skin of her toned stomach, not quite brave enough to cop a feel of her tender flesh yet. But the touch seemed to send shivers down Emma's spine, causing her to gasp softly and bite her lower lip.

"Hey, Harry, why don't we land over there, by the lake's edge?" Emma suggested, pointing towards a secluded spot obscured by the nearby forest. "It looks like a nice place to rest for a bit, and I have a problem I need to take care off."

Harry nodded, turning the broom towards the spot she had indicated. They glided slowly over the water, watching the ripples spread out in their wake, until they reached the secluded area. Harry brought the broom down gently, landing smoothly on the soft grass.

As soon as they landed, Emma climbed off the broom, stretching her arms above her head and arching her back. Since she seemed to have no intention of fixing her crop-top, her magnificent tits swayed freely in front of her, capturing Harry's complete attention. He watched with rapt fascination as her globes bounced and shook, totally hypnotised by the sight.

"What seems to be the problem, Emma?" Harry asked, trying to sound casual, even as his eyes remained fixed on her naked breasts.

"Well, if have to fly another fifteen minutes with that monster of yours pressing against my core, there's no telling what I might end up doing," Emma replied, looking down at Harry's crotch with a mischievous grin. "And since I'm a married woman, I would prefer if we could do something about it before I do something I might end up regretting later."

Harry's heart skipped a beat as he realised what she was getting at. He glanced down at his crotch, where his enormous erection was clearly visible, tenting his pants in a most obvious manner. Emma's words had awakened a raging desire within him, and there was no way he could keep his cock in check for much longer. He could feel himself growing harder by the second, as the blood rushed to his throbbing shaft.

"But know that this is just a one-time thing, okay?" Emma added quickly, as if sensing Harry's thoughts. "This is just a special treat, because you took me flying today," she explained, giving him a wink.

With those words, Emma dropped to her knees, crawling over to Harry as she undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants. She pulled down his pants and boxers in one swift motion, freeing his massive erection to the cool breeze. It sprung free, nearly hitting her in the face as it waved proudly in the air.

"Oh my god, it's huge!" Emma exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at Harry's massive manhood. "No wonder Anastasia wanted a go. This thing must be nine inches long and thick as a club! How did you ever manage to hide this monstrous tool inside your trousers without everyone knowing about it?"

Harry couldn't help but swell even further at her praise, growing longer and thicker than before, pressing heavily against her face. Emma's eyes widened even more as she felt the sheer power of it. Harry's cock throbbed and twitched, pulsating with desire, as if begging for more attention.

Emma licked her lips hungrily, unable to resist the temptation any longer. With trembling hands, she wrapped her fingers around Harry's girthy shaft, marvelling at its size and weight. Harry let out a low groan as she began to stroke him, savouring the feeling of her delicate fingers running along his length.

Emma spat into her hand, lubricating her grip as she continued to stroke Harry's monstrous cock. Harry watched in amazement as she massaged him, her fingers tracing patterns on his steel-hard shaft. Harry's breath grew shallow as he felt the first signs of pleasure shoot through his body, waves of ecstasy building up within him.

He had been holding back all day, ever since his encounter with Hermione, and now he could hardly contain his excitement any longer. His balls were already boiling with cum, ready to explode at any moment. But still, he held back, savouring the sensation of Emma's soft hands on his cock, teasing him with every stroke.

"God, Harry, you're so big and hard," Emma moaned, her voice filled with awe. "I've never seen anything like this before. I can't even fit my whole hand around you!"

"You're doing great, Emma," Harry said, his voice strained with pleasure. "Just keep going, I'm almost there."

Emma nodded, her eyes locked onto Harry's cock as she continued to stroke him. She licked her lips again, her mouth watering at the sight of his massive erection. She wanted to taste him, to feel him inside her mouth, to feel him fill her up completely. But she held back, knowing that she couldn't afford to get carried away. Not yet, anyway.

She needed him to blow fast, before she lost control of herself. So she increased her pace, stroking him faster and harder, pumping him with renewed vigour. Harry's breath came in ragged gasps as he felt the pleasure build up within him, his muscles tensing as he prepared for the inevitable release. To speed things up, Emma started talking dirty, whispering filthy phrases into his ear as she rubbed him off.

"You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to take a man like you inside me," Emma confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "To feel you filling me up completely, stretching me wider than I've ever been stretched before. I bet it would be amazing, don't you think so, Harry?"

Harry groaned deeply, his hips bucking forward as he thrust into her waiting hand. The thought of being inside Emma, of feeling her tight pussy clenching around him, was enough to send him spiralling towards the edge. He could feel his orgasm building up, tightening in his balls, coiling up from deep within him. Any moment now, he would explode, releasing a torrent of hot, sticky jizz.

"Yes, Emma, I'm almost there," Harry gasped, his voice hoarse with pleasure. "Just a little more, just a little more..."

Emma pressed her full breasts against his leg, rubbing them against him as she continued to stroke him. Her nipples were stiff and sensitive, brushing against his thigh as she moved. Harry could feel her hot breath on his cock, the soft whispers of her voice as she urged him on.

"Come on, Harry, give it to me," Emma pleaded, her voice dripping with lust. "Give it all to me, fill me up, I want to feel you ejaculate all over my chest. I want to see you coat me in your hot, sticky cum. Come on, Harry, do it, come for me!"

With those words, Harry finally reached his limit. He let out a loud, primal roar as he exploded, sending a torrent of hot, white jizz shooting out of his cock. The first jet hit Emma right in the face, splattering across her cheeks and forehead. She gasped in surprise, then giggled lightly, spreading the spunk around her face with her fingers.

The next few shots landed on her large, round tits, covering them in his seed. Emma squealed in delight as she felt the warm liquid hitting her skin, mixing with her sweat and making her breasts glisten in the sunlight. More and more jets followed, painting her entire upper body in Harry's creamy load. By the time he finished, Emma was covered from head to toe, marked by his essence.

"God, you came so much!" Emma exclaimed, staring down at her chest in wonder. "It's all over me!" She scooped some of the spunk off her chest with her fingers, then brought it up to her lips, sucking on them with a dreamy look in her eyes. "It tastes so good, Harry. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think I might actually enjoy the taste."

Harry laughed, watching as Emma played with his cum, smearing it all over her body. He watched with fascination as she spread it over her tits, painting them in his essence. Then, with a wicked grin, she dipped her fingers into the mess on her chest, then brought them up to her mouth, sucking on them clean.

"Mmm, it's so delicious," Emma moaned, her eyes half-closed in bliss. "I could eat this stuff all day long."

"Should have thought of that sooner," Harry said, grinning wickedly. "And you could have had a taste straight from the tap."

Emma laughed, slapping him playfully on the arm. "Oh, you're such a tease, Harry. You'll have to make it up to me sometime."

Harry raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Really? Didn't you say earlier that this is supposed to be a one-time thing?"

"Well... maybe I changed my mind," Emma admitted, looking down at her chest, where his cum was still glistening in the sun. "But only if you promise not to tell anyone about this, okay?"

Harry nodded, a sly smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Of course, Emma. Your secret is safe with me."

Emma smiled, looking relieved. "Good. I'm glad we understand each other. Now, let's get back to the manor before anyone starts asking questions. We've already been gone for a while as it is."

Harry nodded, mounting the broom behind Emma once again. He couldn't help but cup her bare tits, however, finally giving into the temptation he had been fighting since they first took off, while also gently reminding Emma to fix her crop-top before they arrived at the Manor. Emma didn't seem to mind, letting him play with her soft flesh as they flew back to the manor, before finally fixing her top.

As they landed back at the manor, Harry felt a sense of satisfaction and contentment wash over him. It had been a good flight, and with Emma teasing further encounters, he knew that the rest of the summer would be just as exciting.

After dismounting the broom, Emma turned to Harry and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, smiling up at him with gratitude in her eyes. "Thanks for taking me flying today, Harry. That was amazing! I really enjoyed it."

Harry smiled back, glad to have helped. "No problem, Emma. I'm glad you had a good time. Maybe we can do it again sometime."

Emma blushed, averting her gaze. "Yeah, maybe. But don't expect anything too soon, okay? I'm a married woman, after all."

Harry chuckled, it was going to be a fun summer indeed.