A SUPER MAN (IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE)

Clark relished the joy of finally being able to fly. The wind rushed through his hair as he flew through the clouds. He just couldn't help the huge smile on his face as he made his approach towards the Daily Planetand slowly descended to the roof; lightly landing on the ledge of the building. He was about to step off when the door to the rooftop slowly creaked open.

"Hey, you," she said with an equally huge smile on her face as she closed the door behind her and slowly approached him.

He stepped off and strode towards her with his red cape softly blowing in the wind. "So did you get your interview with the President?" he asked as they met up in the middle.

"I sure did," she replies, "But let's not talk about that," her fingers lightly tracing the \S/ on his chest. "Let's talk about the fact that you're able to fly...Superman," gazing lovingly into his eyes.

"Superman? I didn't know you read Nietzsche?"

"Hawkman reminded me about the Übermensche when I went to Africa," a sadness in her voice as she remembers their fallen friend. "But when I saw you flying up towards the plane and I saw the \S/ on your chest, I knew the name would be perfect," the sad tone replaced by a soft and sultry one.

He eyes her curiously. "I know that tone," his voice low and husky as he lowers his fingers to the belt of her trench coat ad slowly unties it. "Something tells me that a certain young lady has less than honorable intentions," pulling it open.

She steps away from him and shrugs the coat off her shoulders. "You like black?" standing before him wearing a sheer black bra with a very short black skirt that comes just above the crotch of the matching sheer panty. "I was originally going to wear pink, but-"

"I like it very much," he interrupts as he grabs her waist and pulls her flush against his chest. "I think we should get rid of the panties though," sinking to his knees.

"I think you're right," she replies with a mischievous grin on her face as his fingers hook into the sides of the panty and pulls it down her long legs. She lifts each foot one at a time so he could remove it, then tosses it aside. "That's better," he smirks as he once again stands up.

"So what would you like to do now?" she asks.

"I want to do this," he replies as he spins her around so her back is pressed against his chest.

"Whoa, head rush," she exclaims as her hands come to rest on her waist and hip while he softly presses his lips to her shoulder.

He lays his own hands over hers as his lips travel down her upper arm, then back up to her shoulder where he grabs the strap of her bra with his teeth and pulls it down her upper arm.

"Oh wow," tossing her head back so he could have access to her neck; her hair thrown to the side and gently blowing in the breeze.

"I'm not finished yet," his hands moving up to cup her breasts and play with her nipples through the sheer fabric until he feels them harden against his palms. "Mmm," he murmurs as he slips his hands inside and touches them directly.

A soft sigh escapes her lips as he continues to squeeze her breasts. "You like that?" he whispers in her ear.

"Uh huh," she whispers back.

"How about this?" he asks as one of his hands moves down her flat tummy and beneath the black skirt.

"Ahh," her eyes fluttering closed as his fingers lightly stroke the soft, curly dark hairs of her exposed pussy and presses against her clit.

"I thought so," his fingers moving faster. "You are so wet. I like that," slipping a finger inside her.

She begins to pant as his finger thrusts against her most sensitive spot. "More," she whispers.

"I'll give you more," slipping not one but two more fingers and shifting into super-speed mode.

"Son of a bitch," throwing up her arms to link her fingers behind his neck as the vibrations from his fingers coarse through her body.

"That's nothing," he growls as he rubs his hardening arousal up and down against her bare backside at the same time.

"Ohh!" her knees beginning to shake as her orgasm hits her hard.

He continues to thrust his fingers through her orgasm, then slows them down and finally removes them. Her head falls back against his shoulders as she collapses against his chest. His hands quickly grip her waist to steady her as her body continues to shudder.

They stand like that for a few minutes while her erratic breathing returns to normal. She cranes her head to look up at him with an astonished expression in her eyes. "That was just...super," winking up at him.

"I am Supermanafter all," giving it right back to her.

"So," turning in his arms. "I think I just got my first exclusive with Superman," standing on her tiptoes to kiss his lips.

"You want a second one?" arching an eyebrow after they pull apart.

"You better believe it," she declares, then her eyes widen. "I just had an idea for a story," the smile on her face widening.

"A story?" a slight frown on his face. "You're thinking about a story now?"

"Just the title," she replies. "The story can wait until later."

"That's a relief," he replies. "So what is it?" both of his eyebrows arching at her next words.

"What do you think about I spent the night with Superman?"

TO BE CONCLUDED