Touch Herself

In the dark, holding those slender, womanly hands by the wrist, Lois Lane hesitated. She knew she had to go deeper..and yet, if she were honest with herself, a part of her was curious. Thrilled at the possibilities. Wanted to see how far she could go.

She moved her right hand, folding the arm against her chest. The fingers, warm and smooth, strange little calluses right at the tip, hugged the reporter's small, pert breast. Lois shifted it lower, the fingers trailing, then grasping onto a nipple, tugging gently.

Emboldened, the reporter lowered the left arm until the fingertips just touched her thigh. Felt that little bit of unexpected roughness from the callused fingertips against her soft skin. Moved it up and over...

As though reading her mind mind, the fingers brushed through the small, carefully trimmed pubic hair, rubbing against the sensitive clitoris in its hood. Lois began to move the hand in small circles, panting gently. A part of her wanted to laugh, mind automatically going to those games played as children, rubbing your belly and patting your head at the same time, until your mind and body got confused.

Raising herself up on her toes, Lois began to grind and bump her ass against the hard abs behind her, cock still trapped between her thighs. When she dipped down low, she could feel the blood-warm heat of it against her labia, her juices dripping down her thigh. The strange hands grasped nipple and rubbed clit, building the excitement inside of her, and the naked reporter wondered how far she would go...how far she dared to go.

Acting on instinct, Lois brought the right hand up from her breast to her mouth, lips seeking out those long fingers, sucking on them gently, tasting...she didn't know what. Earthy, salty flavors, some kind of spice or incense. Within moments she was virtually fellating one long finger, her lips going all the way up to the knuckle, the other hand still rubbing at her clit, ass rubbing against the cock between her thighs.

Rubbing and patting, patting and rubbing, until somewhere she lost track...and stopped, lips wrapped around the finger in her mouth, as she unwittingly slid too far on the cock, the prick popping free from between her thighs, then pushed back, slipping her the tip into her folds...and froze.

The head of the throbbing cock was in her now. So much hotter inside of her than it had been on her skin, her body quivering at the sudden intrusion. And a part of her desperately wanted to take it further, to give in and fuck. After all, she'd come this far.

"You stand on the brink," Blaze whispered in her ear. "How far will you let me in?"