She doesn't hesitate

I didn't even have time to hold my breath and pray, her reaction was so quick.

"Oh shit, sorry. Nearly forgot."

With no hesitation, the young woman grabbed the top of her suit, and pulled downwards. Instantly, her perfect boobs popped out through the top, spilling out into the fresh summer air.

I'm not exaggerating when I say these were probably the most amazing tits I had ever seen in my life. Perfectly sculpted Double-D's with excellent firmness and a sinful amount of bounciness. A tantalizing sheen of sweat covered them, making them look slippery and soft. And on the end of these perfect breasts were beautiful caps, perfect pink perky nipples standing proudly at attention.

Despite my absolutely gobsmacked state however, the goddess in human flesh hadn't stopped after revealing her sweater puppies.

After a few minutes of waiting for me to take the picture. She turned towards me and glared.

"Well? Are you going to take it or not? I don't have all day ya'know."

Finally shaken out of my stupor, I manage to raise the phone and take the selfie.

As soon as the photo is taken, the playoff grin she had put on for the camera slipped off her face.

Looking down at my phone, I saw the image I had taken. My screen showed an absolutely gorgeous woman with her perfect tits out, flashing a peace sign, and grinning at the camera. She looked like the sluttiest Superhero on the planet.

"Finally! Alright we're square now right?" Not waiting for an answer, the girl begins to walk away, hoping I'll take the hint that the interaction was over.

Unfortunately for her, I decided to ignore her obvious hint.

"Wait just a minute." I said, walking quickly over to where the girl was about to fly off. "I never got your name." For a moment she glares at me, before a sense of confusion washes over her face.

"Wait, seriously dude? You don't even know who I am? Then why'd you want the selfie?"

Deciding to ignore the fact the SHE had been the one to offer the selfie, I pushed forward.

"Well just because I don't know you now doesn't mean I won't know you later. Come on, who would turn a selfie from a Superhero? Even a D-Lister like you." That extra bit in the end was added on purpose, I was hoping to raise her annoyance. And just as I planned, it worked.

"D-Lister!? I'm Powergirl bitch! I'm a Kryptonian, and I'm Superman's cousin. Ever heard of HIM?" She said, nearly growling at me now. "Whatever, now you know who I am. Can I leave yet?"

Powergirl. That made a lot of sense. I'd heard about her on the news. Apparently she was Supergirl from another dimension who had decided to set up shop here. No wonder I didn't recognize her though, she was much taller and _ahem _bustier than Supergirl was.

"Not quite yet. You said you were Kryptonian?" I asked, as if she hadn't said as much twenty seconds ago. "Then it's a good thing I stopped you. I can't let you leave without fulfilling an important Kryptonian custom after all." I smirked nastily at her.

For a moment she looked disconcerted at my facial expression, but then she seemed to realize she could bench press a planet and sneered back at me.

"Oh yeah? What's that?" She glared challengingly at me. "I'm a Kryptonian myself y'know. I doubt you've remembered a custom that I forgot about."

"It's such an obvious one that I'm surprised you forgot about it. Do you really not remember that it's normal for female Kryptonians to give sloppy blowjobs as a way of apologizing?" Powergirl gaped at me in shock. "If you're really sorry about earlier, why don't you drop to your knees and roll out the red carpet, huh?"