Exercising with Cassandra

Jumping jacking made tits jiggle a lot. Hiro had seen it in porn and for the first time he saw it in person. Hiro gulped. Hiro grinned lecherously.

'This was sooo worth it,' the young perv thought. Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle. Cassandra's tits weren't huge D-cup knockers like Powergirl's but...tits were tits.

Hiro giggled as Cassandra breathed and threw him a smile, thinking he was just cheering her on. She then bee-lined to the weightlifting area. She adjusted the barbell, adding weight plates with ease. The numbers on the plates climbed higher and higher—500, 600, 700 pounds—until she used up nearly every plate in the gym and settled on a staggering one thousand pounds.

This actually caught him surprised. 'D-damn! A thousand! Like...like...damn! Those arms must be so good for handjobs!' Yeah, the genius only had that to say about it. Can't blame him either.

Cassandra crouched down, her toned thighs flexing as she gripped the barbell. Hiro’s breath hitched as she lifted it effortlessly. He cleared his throat and discreetly got a rear angle. Leaning on the treadmill and pretending to fiddle with it, when in reality, he was leering at her ass. Her glutes tightened. Hot. Her bare, perfectly shaped ass made Hiro’s head spin. Her pussy was exposed as she maintained her squat. How is she lifting that?

Hiro's dick started boxing against his kimono.

Up and down, up and down. Always holding down the squat. Always showing her pussy.

After the tenth held squat, his brain started turning the gears.

'Wait, wait, waiiiiit! A thousand pounds? A girl like that!? No way, no way! She's...' He squinted. He saw her muscles tense up. 'Not faking it...right?'

He heard her grunt. Ooh, this was getting hard for her now. He again discreetly rounded to look at her expression completely. She was very much locked in and not noticing Hiro.

'So...she can squat a thousand pounds but it's a struggle...'

Hiro had one of the highest IQ's reported on the planet. Hiro had made robotic replicas of Raven, Starfire and Wonder Girl, for his hot tub room.

So...

'Come on, think! Process of elimination! It's not Wonder Girl or Wonder Woman or anyone like that! One ton is nothing! So...she's more street level. Black Canary? Nah, she's busty and I'm pretty sure has a thing with Oliver Queen.' He scratched his black hair. Hiro was drawing up blank.

Until he remembered something.

'Gotham. They said they were from Gotham. Meaning...'

"Holy shit...Batgirl....!"

It all made sense. She wasn’t just a beautiful woman; she was a superhero. Hiro’s heart pounded as he processed the realization. 'Of course. Cassandra Cain. Batgirl. It’s her.'

Bam! She grunted and put the huge barbell down. Cassandra smiled, satisfied, then looked over to Hiro. “Hiro, want to try!” Her short hair stuck to her forehead with a light sheen of sweat and her smile was oh-so wonderous. “It’s fun!”

Her pussy and her tits were also there for him to leer at.

"Heh." Hiro stepped back, his cheeks flushed. “I… uh… I think I’ll just watch,” he mumbled.

"You sure?"

"Y-yeah..." He looked away, just so that it was obvious he wasn't looking at her tits. "You go, uh, get em!"

Cassandra shrugged and went back to her squat workout. Hiro settled onto a nearby bench, his eyes glued to her as she continued her squats. Her ass cheeks tightened with every movement, Hiro grinned more and more. Man, he loved being a perv...

Then the door to the gym swung open, and Hiro snapped over. Ugh, now they weren't alone!