Supergirl Taxi Service

"Sure, let's go." You finally responded, deciding to risk it. "Early discharge seems nice. And the Supergirl Taxi Service sounds way better than sitting in traffic."

Supergirl smiled brightly, floating off the ground for a few inches. Her cape fluttered gently behind her, despite the lack of any visible breeze. "Great!" she chimed cheerfully. "Climb on my back. Just hold onto my shoulders. It will be more... convenient. I discovered that males are uncomfortable being carried."

Following her instructions, you got up from the bed and moved toward her. Your hand hesitated for just a moment before grasping her strong shoulder. Then you wrapped your other arm loosely around her waist for balance. The feel of the tight, smooth material against your skin was intoxicating.

As she lifted off, the air rushed around you, whipping through your hair. The world outside the window zoomed past until you reached a height where the city stretched out beneath you like a vast model. The sun glinted off the skyscrapers, creating a dazzling display of light and shadow. You gripped tighter, holding on for dear life as the wind whistled around you (not that she wouldn't catch you should you fall).

Your cheek pressed against the back of her neck, the warmth of her skin seeping into yours. The scent of her shampoo mingled with something uniquely her own that seemed to stir your senses. And then what you feared began. A movement in your groin, a wave of heat that rolled through you at the proximity to this powerful woman in her incredible form-fitting costume.

You twisted your torso to avoid... touching her with your increasingly hard dick, but in this pose, there wasn't much you could do. Every movement seemed to bring you closer, every shift of your weight making you acutely aware of the firmness of her muscles beneath the thin fabric.

She suddenly banked sharply to the side, forcing you closer still against her back. Her shoulders tensed under your grip. "John?" She sounded concerned rather than irritated. "You're too tense... Is it the height? I always forget that many humans are afraid of it."

"Yes," you lied, with your dick almost brushing against her thigh now, "This is... high."

Was she truly oblivious, or simply choosing to overlook the obvious out of her almost unreal politeness? You swallowed hard, your hand tightening around her waist almost reflexively. The wind whipped through your hospital gown, providing some relief as it cooled the sweat gathering between your shoulder blades. Some, but not enough.

"I..." she suddenly whispered after another minute of flight, her voice dropping to a low, changed tone. "I'm afraid the mask doesn't provide full immunity. Can I... break the window in your apartment to land faster? Hope I got the address right..."

"I wanted to change my windows anyway..." you managed to say, the words feeling difficult, your mind struggling to focus on anything beyond the overwhelming sensation of her body against yours. The risk of coming right there, into the hospital gown that offered no protection, felt increasingly real.

Within seconds, Kara burst through the glass into your living room. In any other circumstance, you might have wondered how you emerged unscathed from such an entrance, but currently, you had more pressing concerns. As you landed, you slid slightly down as Supergirl's balance wavered for a moment, probably from the arousal, and your hard cock ended up poking directly at her ass.

For a moment, neither of you moved. The only sound was your ragged breathing and the distant hum of the city. After ensuring that you firmly stood on your legs, Supergirl took a deep breath and carefully stepped further away from you. "I... I will come back later... after more research." Her flustered face was beet red as she made a step towards the broken window.