A fan on the beach - you! (male)

You were walking along the beach alone, as you often did during the day. Today was a Tuesday, and as most people didn’t have the day off like you did, the beach was otherwise completely empty.

It was a nice, sunny day. It was often sunny in this city. You loved it here. The weather was good, the city was full of nice people, it had great views, plenty of opportunities… Plus, it was under the protection of your favorite superhero. The ever-confident busty blonde bombshell known as Power Girl - never defeated, never in danger, never nervous. You wouldn’t want to live anywhere else.

You really admired the Justice League newcomer. Something about her bright, positive attitude, and her confident independence, really inspired you. In your free time, you sometimes found yourself checking in on the online Power Girl forums, or various Power Girl threads on superhero discussion boards. Not very frequently, and you lurked more than you posted, but you would occasionally comment on how much better you think she makes life in this city, and what a good example you think she sets for everyone. One time you got in a heated debate over whether or not she could beat Wonder Woman in a fight - of course she could, Power Girl’s got twice the power and twice the tenacity! Wonder Woman was great, but just because she had been around longer didn't mean she was better. Power Girl might be younger and newer, but she could probably knock Wondie out cold if she wanted to.

Other than that, it was mostly just looking at cute pictures of her from time to time, and leaving small comments appreciating her beauty. You weren’t obsessed with her, not by any means, but you certainly admired her one heck of a lot. She was a true **** for good, in your opinion, and the world was definitely a better place because she was in it. The two of you would likely never meet, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be an inspiration for you.

As you were walking, you noticed a small piece of trash on the sand of the beach, and went to pick it up. Seeing it was just some plastic water bottle label, you scrunched it up and stuffed it into your pocket, then carried on with your walk. Next time you saw a garbage can you would throw it away.

Except, you didn’t carry on with your walk. Instead, you froze. Just in front of you, floating a bit above the sand and wearing a broad smile, was Power Girl. You gawked. You’d lived in this city for five months now, but this was the first time you’d seen her in person. Where had she come from!?

Without permission from your brain, your eyes immediately went from her pleased face down to stare at the huge breasts bulging her pristine white costume. Then to her exposed, bare legs, gleaming in the bright sun. God, she had legs for days. But was it just the shining sun, or was that a small bit of moisture poking out from the pussy of her costume, and a bit of anticipatory glee in her expression?

Eventually, your eyes traced all the way back up her body to her beautiful face, beaming down at you. The midday sun made it appear as if her short blonde hair was glowing, and you were close enough to tell how soft and silky it must have felt to the touch. It was truly like you were standing before a goddess.

You were awestruck as you took her all in. She didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to just be waiting there, hovering above the ground, giving you time to get your fill of her. After what she must have considered a decent enough pause, but far from the double eternity you would need to actually get your fill of her, she spoke up.

“Hey there,” she said simply, carrying an amused, comforting warmth in her tone.

“W-Wow, Power Girl! You’re like… My hero! I’m a really big fan.” you said, the words rushing from your mouth. A knowing smirk crossed her lips, and she nodded.

“Oh, are you now?” she asked, teasingly.

“Yes!” you nodded enthusiastically. “It’s so awesome to meet you! Wow. You really make the city a better place, you know. Not just safer, but… better. ****. It’s… really great to meet you.”

Power Girl’s smile changed to a broader one of appreciation, clearly thankful for your words. “Thank you,” she said, voice still carrying that warmth. “But you aren’t so bad yourself. I thought it was sweet of you, helping that man on the street get his motorbike running again…”

Oh, right. A stranger on the sidewalk was trying to fix his bike’s engine earlier today. You’d stopped on your way to the beach to help him out. Had she seen you?

“…And how you paid for that old lady’s groceries at the store…”

You paused. That had happened two days ago. An older woman’s card had declined at checkout. How did Power Girl know about that?

“…And I thought you were pretty cute, making brownies for the whole floor of your apartment building a few weeks ago.” Power Girl smiled at you, with something like prideful admiration in her eyes.

“Uh… Y-Yeah. Thank you,” you replied, a bit overwhelming by all of this.

“You want to have a quick fuck?” Power Girl asked bluntly, reaching up to cup her large breasts and give them a bounce for you.

Your jaw dropped. What? Did Power Girl just ask you to- fuck? Had you heard her right?

“W-What?”

Power Girl smiled. “I’m asking if you’d like to fuck me,” the blonde superheroine repeated. Her beautiful, smiling features were scanning your own, drinking in your stunned reaction and enjoying it immensely.

“I… I… Yes?” you tried, mouth feeling dry. “Are you… Alright? You’re not brainwashed or something, are you?”

Power Girl laughed cutely, bringing a hand to her mouth. It was the most spontaneous sound she’d made so far, and she was clearly greatly amused by you - enough to briefly slip from the way she’d planned for this interaction to go. She shook her head, her short and soft blonde hair shifting with it.

“Nope, this is me asking. Would you like to put your dick in me?”

You were lost for words. Power Girl waited, clearly enjoying by your reaction. Still flying, she leaned back slightly and crossed her arms under her big breasts as you formulated your response. Your brain worked at a million miles an hour, trying to think of what to say as the beautiful woman that you thought of as the nicest, most powerful person on the planet floated just in front of you.

“Yes!” was all your overworked mind could eventually come up with.

“Perrrfect,” Power Girl flashed you a cheerful smile, gloved hands going to her cocked hips and straightening her flying posture up again. “Consent is super hot. But you have to promise not to tell anyone about it, ‘kay?” she winked.

You nodded quickly, as if she might rescind her offer if you took too long.

“I’m still pretty new to this, and I don’t want people thinking I’m some kind of whore,” she explained warmly, getting back onto whatever internal ‘script’ she’d half-built while awaiting this interaction. “If you’re a good boy, and you don’t tell anyone, I might just come back for seconds.”

“I won’t tell anyone!” you assured her quickly. “And I’ll make sure it feels great for you!” you announced, not certain in your ability with someone like Power Girl, but certain in your conviction.

Power Girl suppressed a giggle and considered your words, with a thoughtful smile.

“I don’t know, I’m pretty tight… I’m not even sure you’d be able to last.” Power Girl said, running a gloved hand over the pussy of her costume. You stared, still processing this whole interaction. “Don’t feel bad if you cum right away, mkay?”

With that, and a bright smile, Power Girl lifted you in a bridal carry and hovered a few feet higher above the ground. Taken by surprise, you instinctively put your arms up around her neck for support, though you didn’t really have to. Her strong arms made the task of carrying you like it was nothing.

In this position, you couldn’t help but notice that her big soft boobs sat neatly in your lap. Their gentle softness pressed right into your little soldier, which began pressing back, separated from her famous breasts only by fabric. You couldn’t help it as your dick stiffened against them.

Once she had a good hold on you, and you’d had enough time to adjust to the flying, Power Girl looked down at you. You stared back, in deep awe, into her amazing blue eyes.

“Hold on, now,” she smiled, then began flying you across the city, back to your apartment bedroom.

She was taking you slowly and carefully, to allow you a chance to experience the amazing view of the city with her, and really enjoy the flying. But you barely paid it any attention. Your mind was racing, as your bulging dickprint grew harder, and pressed deeper into her soft boobs. It throbbed against her breasts with all the blood your pounding heart was sending it, thumping like a hammer against her superheroine bosom. If she noticed, which she certainly did, she didn’t react.

Could this really be happening? Was Power Girl really about to fuck you, just because she liked you? Wait, did Power Girl like you!?