A Transparent Tryst

Mark admired the dappled sunlight on the leaves above him as he walked along the hillside. The complex play of light and shadow through the narrow leaves seemed to create the impression of dozens of leaves from only two or three, and that effect was magnified uncountably by the canopy above the narrow cliffside path he walked along. He very occasionally checked his footing, reaching to the short, rock-and-tree outcropping to his right to steady himself lest he tumble down the tall, steep cliff over the bay to his left. He checked the path ahead too, in case he had to pass someone. On this narrow path, that could be dangerous for both parties. That said, meeting someone up here was rare these days, he rarely saw others on the path at all let alone on this short stretch of cliffside. He saw no-one and lost himself in thoughts of the latest super battle which had annihilated the bridge beside his city, marvelling at how simultaneously no one had been killed but tens of thousands of people could no longer get to work. He let his mind wander aimlessly, mind saturated with the play of the light on the leaves in the pleasant weather. He wondered later if he should have been paying more attention. Later still, he was glad he wasn't.

He felt someone bump into his right shoulder, and tried to step to the left to let them pass. He had a split second of weightlessness before he started to topple from the cliffside. He threw out his arms to catch whatever he could on the path, and managed to barely get hold of a rock with both hands. He looked up to at once scream for help and in frustration at the person who had knocked him over, and found the sounds die in his throat as he looked into the face of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. An angel in a blue summer dress and black glasses.

Where did she come from

, he wondered. The path had seemed empty a few moments before.

After a few moments he realised she was talking to him. Or rather, was repeating "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry", over and over, while pulling at his hands. Mark forced himself to remember he could fall to his death at any moment, and paid attention to the burning in his arms and hands as he clung on for dear life. He focused on the task of survival.

"Hi, yes, listen, I seem to have fallen."

"Oh my god I'm so sorry, here let me help" the physical incarnation of beauty replied, extending her hand to grab his wrist.

Mark shook himself again. Focus. He looked at the woman, estimated she was about 5'5" and maybe 120 lbs. Not small, but maybe not so much help against his tall, if somewhat gangly, frame. They would need to work together, and carefully. He managed to get a foot into a rock below to stabilise himself, but it was too far down to push up from. The woman grabbed his arm, and started to pull. Mark pushed with his other arm, and scrambled with his legs, and found himself back on the path much more easily than he had expected. He lay on his back, staring at the sun through the trees, thankful to be alive.

His view was intruded upon by a further radiance; the young woman checking to see if he was hurt. He found himself staring for a moment, before scrambling to his feet.

"Hi, I'm Mark, it was good to bump into you", he said with a half smile.

The woman flashed him a brilliant smile back, quickly replaced with a concerned look. "Are you hurt? I'm so sorry! I should have been paying more attention. I could have killed you!"

She reached out to him as if to make sure that he was in fact still alive, and Mark noticed her hands were shaking. He realised his were too; before he had become totally enraptured with a woman he didn't know beyond a moment of mildly violent physical contact, he had been in danger of dying a fairly unpleasant and terrifying death.

"Nah I'm fine". Mark congratulated himself on his smoothness in the face of death, certain that the nightmares would fade within several months, a couple of years at the outside. "Don't worry about it. I should have been paying more attention to the path. What's your name?"

"Sorry, I'm Kate."

"Please, stop apologizing. I'm fine, really. I am going to go back down the cliff though. The long way. You going this way too?"

Kate nodded, and Mark turned and began walking. Within a minute the path had widened more than enough so that he could wait for Kate, a few steps behind him, and walk alongside her. Kate's face still wore a guilty frown, and she opened her mouth to speak, before catching herself and falling silent. Mark caught her eye and grinned. "Thank you for not apologizing again. Really, no harm done. At least none that say, dinner tonight won't fix?"

Kate recoiled in surprise, but quickly returned his grin. "Yeah that would be nice. What did you have in mind?"

"Something easy, there's a great Mexican place on the south end of town, right by the college campus, Los Taquitos, you know it?"

"I love that place! It's already getting kinda late, do you wanna go there now?"

Mark was surprised by how eager she seemed, but was more than happy to agree. "Sure, I need to swing by my place to change into some jeans. Cover up the scratches. But I can meet you there in an hour?"

"Sor- ah- yeah. I'll see you in an hour Mark".

Mark made the short trek back to his car with his mind full of Kate's smile, her sparkling eyes, the way her dark hair perfectly framed her face. He made it home, quickly changed and somehow made it to the Mexican place on time despite the distraction.

Kate was already sitting at a low table outside, basking in the last rays of the summer sun next to the verdant college campus, still in her blue summer dress. As he sat someone came to take their order, and quickly left the two of them alone.

"So look," Kate began, "I know you said not to and so just one last time, I wanted to apologize for nearly killing you. I should have been more careful."

"Really, it's fine, I should have been more careful too. I didn't even see you on the path, I'm at least as much to blame. Let's forget about it alright?"

Kate lowered her eyes and looked a little embarrassed, but nodded.

"OK great, so let's start over Kate. I'm Mark, it's great to meet you."

Kate beamed back at him. "Why hello Mark, I'm Kate, it's great to meet you to."

Mark couldn't help but grin at the forced formality. "What brought you up to the hillside today? Mondays are my day off so it's usually quiet, and I don't normally see anyone else up there these days. Most people seem to want to spend the day off watching the skies to see if they can spot supers off to save the day, or whatever else they do."

"Yeah right? It seems like no one else wants to enjoy the world around them any more. I'm off on Mondays too, my job has me cooped up inside all day so I can't wait to get out and see some life."

"I'm indoors all day too, I work in a bank and you know, it's not bad, but you can only look at a desk and a computer for so long before you go a little crazy. One day I swear I'm going to go up to the cliffside and start screaming. But once I'm up there, I feel so calm, it's like an oasis."

"Yes that's the perfect description! It's a little calm oasis that no one goes to. No one but us."

Mark found himself staring at Kate as she spoke, and as she finished, he felt she was staring back. He felt he could get lost in her eyes, like he was falling forward and if he stared a little longer he would pitch over the edge and never come ba-

"Bunch a tacos! You guys ordered a bunch a tacos yeah?" Mark and Kate tore their gazes from one another and stared drunkenly at the guy with their order. They nodded absently, and he placed two trays of tacos on the table before ambling off to loudly greet another set of customers.

"Yeah tacos great". Mark said. "I think nearly dying must give you an appetite cause I'm gonna warn you, I'm eating a lot of goddamn tacos tonight."

"Maybe nearly committing murder makes you hungry too cause if you don't eat quickly I'm stealing yours."

"Better get started thenmnmmm" Mark said as he stuffed a taco into his mouth.

They fell into a happy silence as they ate for a few minutes.

"So what do you do Kate?" Mark asked.

"I work for the government." Kate replied. No follow-up, no embellishment. Mark was instantly incredibly curious.

"Sooo just 'work for the government'? What do you do? Do you hunt bad guys? Do you file paperwork? Do you save school buses from burning children and devastate local bridges?"

Kate let out a low laugh, and Mark was even further enchanted. "No, I just can't talk about it. I sign all these forms. I promise it's very boring."

"Well all right, maybe you can tell me some other time."

They had finished their food, but Mark was eager not to let the night end any time soon. He wanted more time with Kate, in any form. "You want to go for a walk through the college campus? It's nice in the evenings, all the students are already either at a bar or inside glued to a computer, so it's probably pretty quiet."

"Hmm I dunno. You seem pretty nice, but you might be an axe murderer. Or a knife murderer. Or even a hand murderer. How could I tell?" With this she leaned forward across the narrow table, staring directly into his eyes. "Are you any kind of object murderer Mark? I really hope you aren't, I think you're pretty nice and I'd really hate to be wrong about that."

Mark found himself staring back, bewitched by the woman in front of him. He clasped her hands in his, a move that felt so natural, so right, and said "I promise I haven't murdered any axes, knives, or hands."

Kate scrunched her face in mock thought. "That'll have to do," she said, "let's go!"

They quickly left more than enough to cover the check on the table and began to wander through the campus, close enough to be almost touching. Mark could feel the warmth from her hand, an inch from his.

"So Mark, did you study here?"

"Yep, three years of being here. Maybe thirty minutes of studying."

"Ha ha ha, I don't believe it for a minute. I bet you were top of your class weren't you? I bet you studied... something with computers?"

Mark was taken aback by how accurate she was. "Yeah that's right, how did you know?"

"I'm super psychic Mark!" She put her hands to her temples and made low wo-wo-wo noises, before the two of them burst out laughing. "It was just a guess. You kinda look nerdy, but a cute nerdy. I like it. I like it a lot."

She put her hands around his arm and let one of them slide down to entwine her fingers in his. They had stopped walking, and Mark now found himself almost face-to-face with this impossibly lovely woman who for some reason seemed to like him back. He felt her breath on his lips, felt her fingers squeeze his, just a little, and he moved his lips to hers. The feeling as they touched was like electricity. Her soft lips moved against his, parted, their tongues met in an almost tender caress. Mark wrapped his arm around Kate, let his hand slide down her back. Kate checked behind them and Mark saw an empty space among the well kept trees and bushes of the campus. They moved as one.

Kate turned back to Mark and gone was any hesitancy, their tongues lashed one another in a fervid kiss, their hands roamed each other. Mark pushed Kate softly against the tree behind her, as they continued to make out like horny teenagers. His hand found her ass as he ground himself against her, and she ground back. She raised her leg to pull him in closer, his arms wrapped around his shoulders, and he reached down, feeling a smooth thigh uncovered by the short sundress. He ran his hand up, past her panties, to the smooth supple skin of her side. Kate broke the kiss. Mark was about to apologize for going too far out here in the open before she interrupted him.

"I live just around the corner. Let's go. Do you want to go? Let's go. I mean, if you want to."

Mark couldn't help but grin at her barely contained eagerness. He felt it with all of his body. He looked down. Yep, all of his body. "I would love to."

The short distance to her apartment was a blur to Mark. So was the brief journey in the elevator. The hallway just inside her apartment was another blur of frantic kissing and touching. Kate broke their kisses again and dragged him to her bedroom, where she turned to kiss him again, this time pulled back from his body. She let her hands work down his chest while he continued to explore her with his hands, roaming from her neck to her ass, until he paused as she began to rub his cock through his jeans. Mark felt like he was about to cum then and there.

Evasive action!

he thought. He pushed her back onto the bed, and lay halfway on top of her, kissing down her neck, down her chest, over the tops of her breasts still concealed in the dress. He continued down to where he had pulled the dress to her hips, and started to kiss from the ridge of her hip down her leg, gradually tracking inwards.

Her legs slid apart as she knew his intentions, and he was more than willing to follow them. He kissed further up her thighs, towards the edge of her panties, before quickly pulling them down and spreading her legs again. He took a moment to take in the sight, and found that Kate was absolutely soaked. He could see the moisture glistening on her shaved lips, see her clit almost throbbing below a tight landing strip of dark hair. He dove in happily, and was met with a low moan from Kate. As he licked and lapped, savouring the taste of her, the feel of her on his own skin, he realised this hadn't done much for his own arousal, which was responding to even the slight friction from his jeans with dangerous exuberance. He didn't have time to dwell on this long before her fingers twined in his hair, pulling his mouth to hers for a deep kiss. With their faces pressed together, Kate said the words.

"Fuck me now Mark, I need you."

Mark ripped off his jeans and shirt so quickly he tried to remember to check them for tears later. His underwear followed as Kate pulled the dress over her head, further tousling her already sex-scrambled hair in a way Mark found completely irresistible. He took a moment to drink in the sight of her body, as she did for him, and then he dove in. He moved on top of her, and felt her at once kiss him passionately and reach down to line up his cock with its target. Her hands were in his hair again as he felt himself push in the slightest amount, and the two paused to look into one another's eyes. The hypnotic effect was broken after a moment when Mark felt himself pushed in.

He sank as deep as he could go, fully seated in her soaking pussy and feeling every single inch of it. She wrapped her legs around him so tightly Mark found it almost difficult to slide back out, but eventually he slowly did, and slowly sank back in, all to the accompaniment of delighted sighs from Kate. Mark couldn't keep the pace low for long, and worried he would soon cum, but was granted brief respite when Kate wanted to switch to being on top.

As soon as she mounted him, they shared another gaze. Their hands found each other and clamped tightly together. The tender moment faded into the background as she began fucking him with wild abandon. She slammed her body up and down, her breathing rougher by the moment. Mark was torn between soaking in the vision before him and thinking about baseball, difficult math, and remembering important historical dates. He shut his eyes, sensed that Kate was close, and wanted to be sure she finished first.

"Oh fuck Mark your dick is amazing. I'm gonna, oh fuck Mark, I'm ah, I'm cumming!"

Mark felt her clamp down tightly for a few seconds and somehow held back from blowing his load at the incredible sensation. After a moment, he opened his eyes, to see.

Nothing.

She wasn't there.

That's... the first time I've fucked someone into atoms

, Mark thought

He realised he could still feel her on his cock, her thighs on his hips, her hands in his. Then she flickered. He had a brief glimpse of an orgasm-stupefied face before she vanished again, then came back, eyes wide. Mark opened his mouth as if to say something, but found himself at a loss for words.

"Yeah, I'm a super. Sorry. I should have told you." She seemed, sad, for some reason, and Mark couldn't work out why. She moved to get off him.

"Whoa hey wait what's wrong? Are you ok?"

Kate looked puzzled. "Yeah I'm fine Mark, I'm sorry, I know it's tough. Guys don't like super women".

"What? What guys have you been with? This is fucking cool!"

Kate looked nonplussed for a moment. "All the other guys I knew would be weird about it. I'm sorry I meant to keep it secret."

"I mean you don't have to tell me but why be weird about it! It's amazing! You're amazing." Mark reached out a hand to caress her face, and propped himself up to kiss her. "And I in no way find it a turn off."

He flexed his cock inside her, and she smiled back at him, kissing him again. "You're not just saying this? It doesn't bother you?"

"No I think it's cool. I wanna know more about it. Later." He thrust against her in emphasis. She giggled, and started to slide herself along his length again.

The interruption had given him time to cool off. Mark explored her body as she ground herself on top of him. He ran his hands up her smooth thighs grabbed her ass. He cupped her breasts, modest and perfect, leaned up kiss her nipples, suck on them, eliciting a delighted sigh. He kissed further up to her neck, across to her mouth, and lay back down, pulling her with him. They made love, as he caressed her back, sliding in and out of her still-tensed pussy, slowly at first but gaining in pace. Eventually they broke the kiss as they started to rut in earnest, the wet slap echoing around the room as he lost himself in her body.

He felt himself approaching the climax again and felt her breath rough on his neck, and knew she was close too. He slammed up into her as hard as he could, moments away from his peak, when she came on top of him and vanished again. He came himself, and watched his cum jet a short distance from his cock, pooling inside Kate, before slowly vanishing.

A short while later, they lay curled in bed. "I think I really like you Mark."

"I think I really like you too Kate." They smiled at one another and shared a short kiss. "So, you wanna tell me more about your super cool super powers?"

"Yeah if you're interested."

"Of course I'm interested!"

"OK. I can turn visible."

"Invisible?"

"No, visible. My default state is invisible, ever since I was about seven or eight years old. I have to put in a little effort to turn visible. I've gotten pretty good at it. I even do it automatically when I'm asleep. But if I get...

very distracted

-"

"If you cum your brains out?"

"Among other things, yes. If I get distracted, or get too wrapped up in something, I turn invisible again, and have to turn myself visible."

"Cool! What about my cum? You turned it invisible, can you turn me invisible?"

"It doesn't really work like that. If it's part of me, I can turn it invisible. 'Part of me' is kinda fuzzy. Food and, yes, cum, I consider a part of me pretty quickly. They vanish within a few seconds, but long enough to not be too nice to watch when I'm eating while invisible. Clothes and jewellery take the longest. How long does it take you to forget what shirt you're wearing? Maybe ten minutes? That's how long it takes me to think of the clothes as part of myself, and turn them invisible. If something changes within me that can take a second to adjust to as well."

"That's amazing. Can you do anything else? All these supers... all YOU supers I guess, seem to be able to do a few things like fly and be incredibly strong."

"That's just a stereotype Mark, we're not all the same you know?"

Mark looked chagrined. "Sorry, I didn't mean to offe-"