Supergirl

You think over your rapidly expanding superheroine Rolodex and when it comes to finding someone you want to rub your hands all over, none can top your first partner: Supergirl. You give her a buzz and ask for her help prepping for a mission. Before you can even explain, she agrees and says she'll be right over. Almost immediately there is a knock at your door. You open it up to find Supergirl, dressed in a thin white robe. Her hands are full and she hands you their contents as she enters your room: a folding massage table and a small caddy with some towels and bottles of oil. "How did you know?" you ask her.

"Batgirl was talking about her latest investigations and I recommended you to back her up. Then you called me for help. I just put two and two together."

"And you just had all this stuff lying around?"

"Okay I might have done some advanced planning. Took you long enough to call, by the way." She gives you a fake mad look and you respond with an 'oh come on' eye roll of your own. But not wanting to keep her waiting any longer, you unfold and set up the table then start looking through the other goodies she brought. Meanwhile, with her back to you, Supergirl shrugs off her robe. You almost drop the bottle of oil you are holding when her robe falls to the floor, revealing that she had nothing on underneath it. You can't help but stare at her perfectly rounded ass as she mounts the table and lies face down. Per massage protocol, you grab a towel and drape it over her exposed bottom. "You really don't need to do that," she turns her head and says.

"Page 3 of Ye Olde Massage Handbook here says I am required to preserve the modesty of my clients, so sadly, I do need to cover you up. Not all massagees are going to be as forward as you." She crinkles her nose at you, but doesn't protest further. "Also, it's going to be really hard for me to focus on the massage if I'm staring at your ass."

The towel shakes side to side as Supergirl wiggles her ass underneath. "I don't have a problem with that."

"Yeah, but then Batgirl would kick my ass when I fail in my masseuse interview in the morning."

"I don't have a problem with that either." You give her a playful spank on her toweled ass for that one. "Hey! What does it say in your little book about abusing your client?"

"****?! That was supposed to be a tension-relaxing strike! Maybe I did it wrong. Here, let me try again." You give her another spank. "Better?" She just sticks her tongue out at you. "Alright alright. I wanted to run through the basics and work up from there. That work for you?"

"Sounds good."

"Just let me know if I'm hurting--causing you any discomfort." You catch yourself when you remember who you're talking to. You give your hands a quick rub together to warm them up and get down to business. Sans oil for now, you begin to explore the body before you with your fingertips. Supergirl's skin is absolutely immaculate: silky smooth and blemish-free. After giving her a quick once-over, you pick out a bottle of massage oil and drizzle a thin trail down her spine before spreading it out with wide strokes from your hands. Starting up at her shoulders, you apply a little more pressure and begin to knead her powerful muscles. You've never really thought about it before, but for someone who packs such a powerful punch, Supergirl somehow still has a beautiful feminine figure instead of looking like a roided up body builder. And surprisingly, for having virtually indestructible bulletproof skin, she feels very soft and tender. You work over the graceful curves of her back, occasionally getting a little feedback as you find a tiny knot or two that need a little more attention.

Working your way lower, you stop when you reach the top edge of the towel and skip down to her legs and feet. You apply a fresh supply of oil for her lower limbs and rub it out to evenly coat her. Starting up again with her feet, Supergirl gives you a little giggle as you massage the areas along her arches. Ticklish, eh? You file that away for potential future use. Continuing with the massage, you work through her calves and then upward to her hammies. You notice as she moves her legs slightly farther apart, giving you better access as you slide your hands up her inner thighs. Her breathing quickens a bit as you slowly inch your way higher between her legs. You reach the bottom edge of the towel and end your progress there, much to her disappointment.

"So, ready to move on to the next technique?" you ask her, tongue in cheek.

"Ahem! I believe you missed a spot, sir," she replies. Removing any ambiguity, she reaches down and removes the towel, fully exposing her rear. "See?" It already stands out as the only non-oiled part on her backside, but she gives her ass a shake for you for emphasis.