Epilogue: Date Night

Lois Lane was putting dinner in the oven when Intergang attacked the warehouse district. She grabbed her camera bag on her way out the door, already planning the best route to get there and catch the action. This was page one business...and Diana would almost certainly be there...

Four hours later, both of them grimy and weary, the reporter pulled what had been a rather nice lasagna out of the oven.

"How do you feel about takeout?" She asked.

"That would be lovely," Wonder Woman stretched, vertebrae in her back popping. "But for now, I would bathe."

Lois watched in a sort of fascination, unable to look away as the Amazon undid her straps, removing the breast plate.

"Oh, you're hurt!" The reporter started forward, seeing the bandages wrapped tight around the heroine's torso.

"No, it is..." Diana blushed. Lois blinked, watching the rosy glow spread over the Amazon's cheeks. She hadn't known Wonder Woman could blush. "...that is to say, I am too ample to fit in my armor otherwise."

The reporter stared at the tightly-wrapped mounds. She swallowed hard. Having never had much in the chest department herself, breasts had always been a kind of weak point for her...and Diana had always looked like a natural D-cup in her armor, so if she had to tie them down...

"Are you...how big...I mean..." Lois felt herself blushing.

"Why don't you disrobe," the Amazon said pointedly. "We could both use a shower."

"Oh...oh!" The reporter smiled. "I mean, I thought...I know we called it a date, but..."

"I think we both know what we want," Diana said, through heavily-lidded eyes, a little smile on her lips. "It is...good that you find me comely. Your form is lovely as well."

Lois pulled her dress over her head, tossing the soot-stained garment in the general direction of her hamper. Wonder Woman, a warrior to her core, was more methodical in removing her armor, laying it out on the kitchen table. As Lois peeled off her panties, she noticed that Diana's undergarment was little more than a strip of red cloth girt about her loins...and that she hadn't undone the bandages yet.

"You shave?" The reporter asked, referring to the Amazon's bald mound.

"Yes," Diana said. "In war, you can get lice and other pests, so it is best to—"

Heart thumping, feeling bold, Lois strode forward and grabbed the bandages. Diana raised her arms and allowed the reporter to unravel the heavy muslin straps. Each course brought more and more of the cleavage into view.

"Beware..." The Amazon said....but it was too late. Some critical threshold passed, and the whole set of wrappings unraveled at once. A sort of boobsplosion happened in Lois Lane's face, fat heavy tits suddenly springing free from their confines, slick and dripping with sweat.

"I have to wash under them, or I get a rash." Diana said, arching her back so the reporter could get the full effect of the ample tits, so the parts not exposed to the sun so pale that they almost seemed to glow from within, the nipples large but of a delicate shade of pink.

Lois stepped forward and smashed her face between them, her lips finding their way to the Amazon's sternum, her tongue sucking up her sweat, tasting her musk. With a chuckle, Wonder Woman grabbed Lois by the hips and lifted her up. The reporter's thighs settled on the heroine's hips like they were made to be there.

"We shall wash," Diana declared. "And we shall dine. After that...ah!"

Lois Lane's mouth had found a hard pink nipple.

"A-after that...we shall engage in the rites...of Aphrodite...if you wish."

The reporter released the nipple, a wicked grin splitting her face. "Me want snu-snu."