No, I'm Superman's friend...

"No," you say with a chuckle, "I'm not Superman. I'm just a friend of his. He had some important business to attend to in outerspace and he asked me to meet you here so you wouldn't get lost, seeing as how you're new to the planet."

Supergirl's look of confusion quickly turns to gladness. "Well, that's awfully nice of you! I don't know what I would have done if no one would have been here to welcome me..." The lithe blonde stretched out her body, raising her arms above her head, and arching her back, which thrusted her perky young breasts towards you. "Oh, I'm kind of stiff from sitting in that pod for so long..."

"You didn't have any injuries from your flight, did you?" You ask in a concerned tone.

"I... I don't think so," Supergirl says and tilts her head to the side. "Why would I be injured?"

"Oh, all kinds of things could happen to you," you say, spinning your story as you go along. "Space turbulance, cosmic rays, or even astro-mites..."

"Astro-mites? What are they," she said, sounding worried.

"Oh, they're tiny little bugs that live in space. Sometimes they crawl into spacecraft and then cling to their passengers. If they bite you, it can cause quite a rash..."

"Oh my," Supergirl yelps. She quickly begins brushing her stomach with her hands and then looks up at you. "I don't have any on me, do I?"

"Let me check." You step closer to her and happily begin looking closly at her delicious body. You start at her long toned legs and lightly pass your hands over them, move up to her tight belly and then up to her beautiful face. "I don't see any," you say, "But..."

"But what?"

"They might be under your clothes. I can't tell if they're under there, while you still have them on..."