Note from author- This is a short entry, a prologue if you will for my proposed series with Yvonne Craig (RIP), as Batgirl from the iconic 60's tv show. If readers respond in good favour I plan to continue.
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Barbara Gordon leaned over her tub and watched the water run, hot and steamy. She unhooked her lacy bra and her perky upturned breasts tipped with the puffy nipples were freed. As the bathroom misted up she stepped out of her skimpy panties and pushed them over her round ass to the tiles then dragged her fingers in the water to feel the temperature. A quick glance in the full length mirror at her reflection pleased her and she smiled. Thanks to her father Commissioner James Gordon she had taken ballet lessons since the age of six and had developed a fine dancers form. Toned legs and stomach and tight buttocks on a perfect five foot three frame and silky pale skin were her reward for years of hard effort.
Barbara dimmed the electric light and lit some candles, laid in the tub and let the water run over every delectable inch of her sensuous body. She poured out some of her favourite bath salts scented with blue fig and orange blossom into the bath. One hand moved from her firm right breast to her stomach while the other stroked her lithe leg which she raised up in the air. Her skin tingled and her muscles relaxed as the warmth covered her. The water foamed up and only her pert boobs floated amongst the bubbles as she luxuriated in the bath.
Her thoughts went to the end of her College years and to her regular boyfriend Murray and she wondered where he might be these days since their graduation in 1966. Barbara had discovered at an early age she was a sensual and sexual kind of person and had experimented with Murray several times in the bedroom. She adored her own person and her fingers had found their way to her vagina instinctively at a tender age. She raised her hips out of the water and reached down to her trimmed dark mound and rubbed her pussy flaps gently. With eyes closed she slipped her fingers inside her soft hole and probed deeply. The warm water felt wonderful as it lapped against her and she made circular motions over her exposed clitoris. Her large nipples that looked like brown cups hardened as she teased them both and her mouth opened in a silent moan.
She remembered Murray and how he would stroke her pussy lovingly and run his fingertips along her inner thighs before he would place his lips on her and lick the tiny nub between her legs. How she wished he were with her now as she rubbed her clit hard over and over. The pleasure was intense and her toes curled at the end of the tub as her legs widened and stretched out.
