And with that realization, Don lost his footing, which caused him to let go of the rope and drop. His scream echoed off the rocks.
But before he had fallen ten feet, Superman grabbed the rope that was connected to his harness and pulled him back up.
"Supergirl?
Really?" Don nervously confirmed. He forced a grin. "Now,
there's
an adventure!"
"That's the spirit."
* * *
It was a toss-up as to who was more nervous. They met in a suite on the top floor of the tallest hotel in the city, which had been reserved and paid for anonymously, the key left discreetly for Don. The location became no surprise because it allowed Supergirl to make her dramatic appearance on the terrace. Even though he'd met Superman several times, this was his first face to face with the man of steel's cousin, and while he had seen numerous photographs of her, in person, she was . . .
stunning;
tall, statuesque. He'd had no idea she would be so incredibly beautiful.
To Don's further surprise, she had even worn a sexier version of her Supergirl outfit. He didn't even know she'd had such a suit. The neck was cut low to the top of her S emblem and the inside of the shield was cut out around the S, exposing parts of an enticing cleavage. It was breathtaking. Her skirt was already short, but she wore no tights; her legs were bare and seemed to glow, and somehow, that in itself, with the boots, was sexy as all hell.
She sashayed toward him, stopping a couple of feet away. "Hi, Don."
"Supergirl." He extended his hand for lack of anything better to do. "Nice to meet you." Don realized how lame that sounded even before he was finished saying it.
She giggled, shaking his hand, reminding herself not to squeeze too hard. "Don't worry. I'm nervous, too," she admitted. She gestured toward the sofa. "Shall we sit?"
Don watched her ease down onto the couch quite gracefully, but when she crossed her amazing legs, the fact that not only did her short skirt expose most of her thighs, but the added attraction that they were actually bare was almost more thrilling than if she was totally nude. Although, at some point during this meeting they would hopefully get to that. He wondered if she had anything on under the skirt.
Supergirl liked what she saw. Don was handsome, had a nice physique, and so far, hadn't made an ass of himself. And while those were all admirable features, they mattered less to her than how he would perform. He'd come as a gentleman by dressing in a suit, which she found interesting given that the reason for this meeting was no secret. Still, she gave him points for that, particularly since she'd come adorned to entice, which she could tell by his wide eyes, she'd succeeded. She didn't hesitate to use her x-ray vision to make certain he had the tools to do the job. Pleased that he appeared well-endowed, she patted the seat next to her.
Don sat, but not as close as he could have. "I'm glad to hear that you're nervous too. This is a first for me."
"You mean you've never fucked a super girl before?" she asked with a smirk, to lighten the mood.
The notion that Supergirl would have a sense of humor had never occurred to Don, so he didn't take her questions as such. "Uh, no," he responded nervously.
"I was kidding, Don."
"Oh. Okay."
"So, what
was
a first for you?" she asked to make conversation.
"Uh, well, uh, I've never been . . . I've never had an arrangement where—"
"It was strictly for sex."
"Uh, yes."
"Is that why you're nervous, or is it because it's me?"
"Uh, well, mostly because it's you." He was trying to avoid staring at her breasts, which were larger than he had thought and because the cut-out of her S was showing her cleavage. "Why are
you
nervous?"
"I've never been set up just for sex, either. I guess we just need to get a little more comfortable with one another. How about a drink?"
"You drink?"
"Occasionally. Socially. But I don't get drunk."
"Okay, good," Don said, arising. "What would you like?" he asked, stepping over to the bar that had been fully stocked.
"White wine."
Don quickly found and opened a bottle, poured a glass for Supergirl, and out of convenience, poured himself the same. Back on the sofa, they each took a healthy sip.
Though it was only one mouthful, it relaxed Don and gave him the confidence to note, "That's quite an outfit."
"You like it?"
"I do."
"I was hoping you would. I don't wear it in public for obvious reasons."
"Only dates?"
"Actually," Supergirl admitted hesitantly, "this is the first time."
"For
me?"
"Well, my cousin said you were adventurous."
"Yes, I am. He also said
you
might have some ideas."
She twisted away, and the movement answered Don's earlier curiosity: she was not bare under her skirt, but instead of the usual undergarment she usually wore, which looked like the bottom of a fifties-style swimsuit, she had on a bikini-style panty that seemed to be made of the same durable material as the rest of her outfit.
"We'll get to that," Supergirl said. "We should probably start more normally."
With the now vivid image of more than her thighs in his mind's eye, Don asked, "So, did you dress in a hurry, or purposely omit the tights?"
"I wanted to be sexy for you . . . and it's exciting to fly with little on."
"Really?" His mind was filled with a vision. "So, you've flown naked?"
She didn't hide her embarrassment. "Yes. You have no idea how stimulating it is."
"I can only imagine," Don said, doing just that. "Maybe sometime I'll get the chance."
That piqued Supergirl's interest, and she turned rapidly to him, not caring what she exposed. "You'd really like to do that?"
He couldn't help but now notice that what he previously took to be a bikini-type bottom was more like a thong. Even though barely covered, her pussy was as beautiful as the rest of her. Every fold and crease perfect. He was surprised that she shaved down there, but also glad that she did because just his brief glimpse was breathtaking.
She cleared her throat to recapture his attention from her intentional flash.
"Uh, well, I understand you saw my video."
"Yes. It was exhilarating. But I can do better."
"I was hoping you could."
She downed her wine and stood. "You want to get right to it, or do you need foreplay?"
Don got to his feet also, bravely pulled her to him and pressed his lips to hers. He was pleased that she responded. After several seconds of passionate kissing, he drew back. "That'll do for foreplay for me if it will for you."
"Works for me." Her eyes were wide with excitement. She slipped her skirt and panty off and his eyes widened. When she lifted her top over her head, leaving the cape, she asked, "You going to join me? It's way more fun nude."
Stripping down completely, Don asked, "What about your cape and boots?"
With a grin, Supergirl remarked, "I like it kinky."
"I
love
kinky."
She led him to the terrace. "Are you sure you're ready for this?"
He took a deep breath and nodded.
"Hold on tight." She embraced him in a bear hug while looking deeply into his eyes. She saw no fear and was comforted by the feeling of his hard cock sandwiched between their abdomens.
He wrapped his arms around her, the feel of her naked skin arousing him deeply. Their ascent was so smooth it wasn't until he felt the air brushing against his naked skin that he knew they were airborne. He felt a chill, but their bodies pressed together instantly warmed him up; that and the feeling of her magnificent breasts mashed into his chest. Her grip on him was firm, to prevent him from falling, he knew, but he also felt smothered. Peripherally, he could see the lights of the city become smaller as she tilted them to fly away. In seconds, the lights were no longer visible, he believed because she had flown them over the ocean; perhaps to be away from eyes on the ground.
"What do you think so far?" Supergirl asked in a raised voice to be heard over the wind.
"Great. But it is chilly," he reported, even with them hugging.
She wrapped her cape around them, adding, "Then we'll have to build up some body heat."
Tightening her grip around him with just one arm, she reached down between them and grabbed hold of his cock. She pumped it gently to make certain he had a full erection. Apparently, the cooler upper atmosphere had caused it to wane. When she felt he was completely hard again, she spread her legs and slipped his rod in. "Oh, yesss," she murmured.
Surprisingly, even though she felt incredibly good, Don didn't think she felt any different or better than any other woman he had fucked. He could feel her pussy muscles massaging his shaft, and that felt wonderful. He'd never had a woman capable of doing that. But the way she was holding him, he couldn't even thrust. He was beginning to feel almost as though he was just a human toy for her.
Supergirl was pleased so far. Don's cock filled her as well as she had hoped it would. She realized that he was reliant on her to keep him in the air and that, as such, he was unable to actually fuck her, so she grabbed him under his arms, her hands holding him around his rib cage as a mother would hold a child. She was then able to move him in and out in a fucking motion. It was almost what she had envisioned an aerial fuck to be, but it would have been better if he had been able to hold his own. She was getting so into it, she momentarily forgot about how it might be affecting him.
She risked a quick glance at his face and couldn't decide whether she saw utter fright or sheer delight. She wanted to believe it was the latter and hoped it was because she could feel her orgasm approaching and didn't want to lose this rare opportunity. She felt she had finally connected with a man who could satisfy her. In fact, so excited was she to feel her climax building that she started flying in a corkscrew, and then when she experienced that long-awaited magic moment, she was performing loops at incredible speeds.
Her body shivered and shook at the immense pleasure she felt. This was a more intense orgasm than she had ever had, and she wanted it to last a long time. But that came to a shrieking halt when she heard the screeching scream that quickly faded.
Instantly, she realized what it was. In the throes of her mighty orgasm, she had carelessly let go of Don. Not good. With a deep breath and a shake of her head, she dove into high-speed flight straight down. Her keen hearing picked up his continued screaming before she saw him. Seconds later, she once again had him safely in her grip.
"Are you
fucking crazy?"
he yelled in a high-pitched voice. "Get me the fuck
out
of here. Bring me back to the hotel!
Now! Hurry!"
But by the time he finished his ranting and raving, she had him standing on the terrace. "That wasn't
adventurous
. That was . . . Superman didn't tell me you were a
lunatic!
" He gave her the dirtiest look and ran inside. He dressed rapidly and recklessly, and then stormed out.
