Pillow Talk

They panted in the darkness beneath the bar, listening to the clink of glasses and whisper of conversation. Lois Lane could hardly believe she'd done that—sex with someone she'd just met, almost in public, where anyone could discover them...it made her smile to think of it. The kind of wild, devil-may-care attitude she thought lost with her days at college, but here she was...

Here they were.

Angelica Blaze played a finger around the nipple of Lois' left breast. Not a caress or a tease so much as just a playful moment, watching the tear-shaped tit quiver slightly, the softening nipple start to harden again.

"Thank you," Blaze whispered. "You have a great hole. I enjoyed that very much."

Lois stifled a laugh. "Your cock wasn't half-bad either," the reporter said with a grin when she could talk again. It was true, Lois realized. The flaccid length of Angelica's cock was resting against the reporter's thigh, the seed a warm mush inside of her, a feeling that Lois rather enjoyed sometimes...even if it meant later on tonight she'd probably be douching and rinsing cum out of her panties.

"Do you have to go back to work?" The reporter asked.

"I'm due for my break soon. The ladies can cover things for a while. I'd rather...ah...get to know you better." Blaze laid her hand on Lois' chest, right between her breasts, as though feeling her heartbeat. "I...know that was rather sudden. Did you enjoy it?"

"I said I did," Lois found herself peeling back a curl of dark hair from Angelica's forehead. The heat wasn't any less in the darkness of the cubby beneath the bar, and even without the physical activity they'd both be sweating. This was the first time Lois had been with someone who was...what? Trans? An hermaphrodite?

"This was my first time with someone like you," The reporter whispered. "I don't know what I was expecting. It was good. Hard and fast. I like that, sometimes. When there's an itch to scratch."

"I know what you mean," Blaze blinked slowly, her hand moving south, exploring the little valleys beneath Lois' breasts, the line of her ribs, her belly button... "There are times when there's just an...instant attraction. You see someone and want them. Want to kiss, to explore, to taste..." The barmaid blushed. "I'm sorry if that's too forward."

"I think we're past being too forward," Lois whispered wryly, thinking of the jizz slowly leaking out of her. "Although next time, I wouldn't mind doing it somewhere a little more private...where we can take our time."

Angelica's fingers had slid down to just above Lois' crotch, hovering above the reporter's carefully manicured patch of dark pubic hair.

"So you want there to be a next time?" There was a bit of hope and surprise in the shemale's voice.

Lois gave a coquettish smile and raised an eyebrow. "If you're up for a repeat performance..."

Blaze licked her lips. "I'd like that. But...and I know this is sort of reverse of expectations...how would you feel about getting some dinner?"

The reporter froze. That wasn't what she had been expecting...but part of her felt flattered. Lois was used to being pursued romantically, but it was nice to see that someone who had gotten into her pants was interested in something more.