Dirty Little Secret

Superman knew he shouldn't be here but that he couldn't seem to keep away.

How many days had he been coming here? To many to count. Surely someone will spot him, a man hoovering above several stories above the ground staring at the same window. He was careful to remain out of sight and out of the light coming from the streetlights, so no one seems to have noticed so far or asked him what he is doing here. If only presidents were so lucky everyone seemed to what to know what they were doing and thinking every second of the day.

He had learnt that she was now staying here in passing and out of sheer curiosity visited the place that very night. That all it was he said to himself just being curious. Afterall she had deceived him by playing the damsel in distress by perching herself on the crown head of the Statue of Liberty in Metropolis while he had been under the influence of the synthetic kryptonite. He had followed her requested by attacking an oil tanker, crashing directly into the hull and causing a hole in the side. This had caused the oil in the tanker to spill out over a large part of the ocean. All part of Ross Webster's schemes and one that she was fully aware of. So that is all he was doing just being a good hero and checking up on someone who could prose a threat to others… yes that is all he was doing at here.

He also knew that was a lie. He had found himself returning again and again. He was meant to be above this. Meant to be a symbol for truth and justice. He was supposed to be incorruptible and beyond such distractions. At least this is all that was said, written and thought about him. Superman sighed silently as he floated. Part of the issue with being a symbol was the expectation and even demand placed upon him. He could never simply have a bad day or show his temper to someone. No never again not after last time like when he was under the synthetic kryptonite's affects. He vowed never to lose that kind of control again. His thoughts were startled when he saw below someone exit a bus at the bus stop. Walking to the building with a few shopping bags in front of him she vanished in the front door.

He looked up and sure enough after a few moments her apartment's light came on and he saw her enter her the room from the window. Well, he had seen her, a glimpse grant you but still it was something now he should just leave and not come back… like he had promised himself he would do the other night he was here. He watched her from across the street his super powered eyes giving him a clear and detailed view of her as if he were looking at her during the day. She looked abit frazzled and tired, her curly blonde hair a little messy from working all day. She threw her keys on a small tray on a small table by the door and dumped her bags on the small kitchen table. She had an appearance of someone who had been overworked and underappreciated as she thumbs through the mail before tossing it away. Taking off her coat and kicking off her shoes she closed the curtains to the apartment. Which wasn't a problem for his x-ray vision, and he spied her moving straight into her bathroom and stepping inside. His super hearing picked up the sounds of a shower being turned on.

He closed his eyes and shock his head. Really what was he doing here? He couldn't pretend or lie to himself that it was because he was just checking up on her as it was part of his superman duties. Hell, he had even told her that he couldn't recall their night together and that the man she slept with was gone. She believed him after all he was very good at lying as he had plenty of practice at it. He could lie to everyone else about being plain old Clark Kent, but he couldn't lie to himself.

The synthetic kryptonite had affected his moral behaviour but not his desires and by god as much as he was ashamed to admit it… he still wanted her. He was meant to be stronger than this. Stronger than steel they say but every once in a while, quite often he found himself recalling their time together. Her voluptuous body under his, her moans in his ear, the feel of her as he entered her, her lips against his and the taste of her skin. God he was a weak man not possessing the tremendous strength that some thought. Here he was spying on some woman and to make matters worse it wasn't even Lois Lane he was spying on no but rather Lorelei Ambrosia a woman he barely knew and simply had a fling with once while under the effects of kryptonite.

He heard the sound of the shower being turned off and he opened his eyes again. After a couple of minutes, Lorelei appeared again, flipping off the bathroom light as she went. It had been just a quick shower not even her hair was wet, one just to get rid of the day's grind and grime away from one's body. Her long satin cover-up went all the way to her toes, he noticed clinging to her body just so, serving as a temptation and warning about dangerous curves ahead. He couldn't help but recall that body with his. Touching her here, stroking there, bringing her to the point of no return. She in turn had pleasure him bringing him to ecstasy with her hands, mouth and body. Thinking of her in that way was wrong, so wrong he thought as he watched her unaware of her nocturnal visitor check her messages on her answering machine and put away her groceries.

Her flat was modest and pretty small. The living room combined with the kitchen if that is what could be called that pathetic sight. She didn't have many processions or furniture but then she had only just been released from jail. He guess this place was all that she could afford. The clothes in her wardrobe were clearly where she spent her money as she always seemed to have a good outfit or item on. Even now as she moved in her satin cover up, he suspected it was one of the finer ones in the market however he was not an expect on woman's clothing. Food packed away he watched as she weary walked into her tiny bedroom. It was small processing only a bedroom, a wardrobe and a small chest of drawers. Opening a drawer, she produced some body lotion as she massaged her shoulders. He watched as she squirted out a dollop of scented cream into her hand as she sat down on the bed.

She raised her left foot on the bed and slowly began smoothing the lotion over her skin. His mouth watered as he saw her unintentionally display her leg and thighs to him as he watched with his x-ray no better than a peeping tom. He recalled how he had kissed her from her ankles all the way up along her inner thigh before he kissed her enflamed clit during their time together. A guttural groan sounded as he watched the blonde caress every inch of her gorgeous legs and supple thighs with that lotion. Lowering her foot to the floor after completing her task and moving onto the next leg. He cast his mind back to the rumpled sheets on the bed as they had sex. His mind taunted him with a barrage of memories of their previous night; Lorelei crouching over him as she rode him hard, her nipples arching to his touch, her giggles as he kissed and sucked on her pussy.

He didn't even realise what he was doing as he floated ever closer to her apartment. He just wanted more. No pressures of how to act or what to say. No world ending threats to worry about. He just wanted to do something for himself… like that other superman had done. Bang. He looked down in panic. He hadn't realised it, but he had flown over to her apartment an banged his food against the fire escape next to her bedroom. Looking up startled he could see that she had spun round in his direction. Slowly and carefully getting up with eyes ablaze like suspicion she moved to the window. He should speed away. Yes, fly far away faster than the speed of sound. Alas for some reason he was rooted to the spot like a deer in headlights. He could only watch as she opened the curtains.

"Superman!" Lorelei exclaimed started then frowned remembering she hated him. Opening the window and looking around. "What are you doing here? Checking up on all of us evil types?"

It was clear she wasn't impressed or pleased to see him. But now spotted Superman had to say and do something rather than simply fly away. "That's… it exactly." He uttered before straightening and adopting a more commanding tone in his voice. "That is exactly Mrs Ambrosia just making sure you are not getting up to any more trouble." He said as he stepped gracefully on her fire escape.

"Oh please!" She rolled her eyes and wandered back into her apartment. Superman frowned as she left the window open. Guessing that was her way of invitation and deciding he had nothing to lose and couldn't really leave the conversation there he ducked his head and stepped inside her bedroom. He saw her leave and go into the living room and followed her.

She turned back to face him with a look of anger and disgust. "I had to pass three evaluations just to even get out of the slammer! Now I have to check into the local police station at the end of every week and fill them in on my every move! And I have folk checking my bank accounts to see what goes in and what I'm spending my money on. Isn't that punishment enough!?"

"With all due respect Mrs Ambrosia, you were well aware of Mr Webster's plans and were in fact an active part of them." Superman said wandering into her apartment and firmly crossing his arms looking very much proud, righteous and a little smug in her view.

"Oh yes… how could I forget my little part in it all?" She said smiling sarcastically at him and winked at him. Superman blushed a little and seemed uneasy, score for the ditzy blonde bimbo! She thought to herself. Rolling her eyes at him she opened a cabinet, grabbing a wine glass and pouring herself a glass from a bottle on the kitchen counter. "You're lucky I don't sell my story to the tabloids! I can see the headline now 'How I spent a night with Superman!' It would take more than saving a kitten from a tree to save you from that kind of PR disaster!" She muttered darkly.

Superman actually gulped at the idea. It would be true, Lorelei's… detailing their night together would taint his image as a brave and kind-hearted hero with a strong sense of justice. He was already having to work hard to undo the damage that he had done while under the influence of the synthetic Kryptonite. He was now working more closely with governments and had agreed to hand over a piece of real Kryptonite to the US government in case ever an… event of him losing control ever happened again.

"But you are out now!" Superman said trying to avoid the subject idea of a tell all book being published. "The authorises have let you go on a count of good behaviour and…"

"And your good word." She finished for him eyeing him with distrust as she sipped her glass. No one had actually explained to her why Superman had done that. It had simply been the case of one day she had glanced at a piece of paper which had a paragraph written by Superman explaining that she had been naïve and easily led by Ross and his sister Vera. She had no idea why he had done that when she knew that he had one so for the others apart from Gus. She turned back to look at him and her anger resurfaced. "But still, I'm stuck working as a temp at an office in a dead-end job and no hope of promotion thanks to my record! So, don't act like the do gooder who did me a favour!"

Superman sighed with sympathy "I did what I could Mrs Ambrosia, however You- "

She cut him before he finish. "Stop calling me Mrs Ambrosia. My third-grade teacher called me that! And don't dare give me the 'you made your own choices' speech! I made my mistakes I will admit it! But what kind of justice is it to be reminded of it every single day and never given the chance to redeem myself!? Don't tell me I have a chance now because I don't not really! Can barely afford to keep this place!" She growled at him and he lowered his eyes in apology.

He looked around her apartment unsure what to say. It was modest to say the least but then he frowned when he saw a book on the coffee table. He went over picked it up read the title out loud. "Critique of Pure Reason by Immanuel Kant" He said puzzled turning to her. "I wouldn't expect you to by reading this."

Lorelei glared at him and stalked over snatching the book out of his hands. "Why because I'm some blond bimbo with more intelligence in my breasts than my head?" She bitterly. Just what she needed yet another man who had judged her by her looks and condemned for being an airhead for the rest of her life… or at least until her looks started to fade. So, she liked to dress beautifully and maybe a little provocatively. She liked to look good that's all. Naturally, that is all men ever noticed how she was dressed not what she was reading.

Sensing that she was speaking from bitter experience Superman was quick to apologise. "Sorry I ummm… didn't mean… I was only commenting… ummm I mean I…" He trailed off lost for words. God, he felt like such a fool! He was meant to be Superman now not Clark Kent!

"I know what you meant!" Lorelei sneered putting the book away out of sight.

He felt more sympathy for her plight. It was clear that she has been treated and expected to act a certain way based on her good looks. He doubted she was hired by Webster because of her opinions and ideas. Indeed, he suspected she was not regularly given the chance or the opportunity to express them. And now he had judged her unfairly just as many others had done. "So… umm is it a good book?" He asked casually unsure what to say or do.

"Hell no! He says that Pure Categories have no objective meaning in Transcendental Logic! I mean what about what about synthetic unity?!" She outcried in horror before noticing his somewhat impressed look in his sharp face and the face that his gaze had lowered somewhat to her breasts beneath her robe. Frowning she looked at him and he blushed. Since when did the real Superman steal a glance?

"Then why do you keep it?" Superman questioned keen to move the subject on and curious at why she would keep such a thing that provoked such a negative reaction. "If you hate it so much why keep reading it?"

"Because I think it engaging and it offers me a chance to come up with an alternative view," She looked at him smiled slightly at him softening her fierce stance against him but frowned raising an eyebrow at him standing next to her. "Isn't there something better you should be doing right now? Some nuclear bomb you should stop. Some bank robbers to freeze with that super breath of yours?"

"Ummm… not actually got my super hearing working and no calls for help!" He laughed lamely at his own joke and her frown increased. He was acting odd… maybe he was under the affects of some other kryptonite. That must be it! I mean what else would explain why he was here late at night in her apartment engaging her in small talk about her interests and beliefs. If she didn't know any better… NO WAY! Not wanting to believe it to be true with her eyes slightly wide she tighten her robe against her and edged away from him. "What's wrong?" He asked concerned.

"Nothing… it's er… nothing," She blushed looking at him. His jet-black hair with a natural curl in front, and his rugged bodybuilder's physique with a square "hero's jaw" that gives him a noble physique. No, she was crazy. This is Superman after all. Champion of truth, justice and the American way. He didn't have fantasies or lusts. He was a boy scout, the ultimate one at that. She was just imaging things.

Lorelei looks at him confused and he can't help but feel like she is calling him like a siren, wearing clinging wisps of silk that in his view reveal more than they conceal. her long hair wild and untamed, her eyes sparkle like fabulous jewels, her parted lips glisten. He is meant to be resolute, with a firm knowledge of right and wrong. He is not meant to have any temptation at all at least that is what is expected of him. To be good and pure. She has no idea how hot she looks when she is blushing. Oh no now she is biting her lip.

She bites her lip as she recognises the look of desire in his eyes. She has long learnt and seen the desire from men when looking at her. Made her peace with it and even used it on more than one occasion. But never did she expect it from him of all people! Not the real him! "Superman," she whispers softly.

He abandons his reluctance and moves forward crushing her into his arms and kissing her deeply. Clutching and grasping at her he moves his lips over hers with need and desire as she moans startled. His actions and the strength of his passion surprises her as she feels the chemistry between them is overwhelming. She breaks away from the kiss, a million questions dancing across her lips as she stares at him wide eyed in shock. He decides to pull her in for another kiss instead of waiting for her to talk. He is fed up with talking. Talking will only come with him losing his nerve. He wants her and so he must have her. She kisses him back her hands running over his shoulders as she gives into the lust and passion he is projecting. They clash furiously battling each other with lips, teeth, and tongues.

Her back hit a wall as he loomed in front of her trapping her there offering her no escape as they break away from kissing each other to catch their breaths. Her palms braced against his strong arms marvelling at the strength she felt underneath her fingers. She eyed him hungerly as he did her only, she noticed his eyes were lower. Again, he was checking out the curve of her breasts, her panting meant her chest was rising up and down rapidly. She had nothing on under that robe and her nipples were straining against the material. A sultry smile spread across her lips as pressed into her, she can feel what she's done to him. She raises a bare leg and wraps it around his, running it along his leg. "I hope you're not using your x-ray vision on me," she teased licking her lips.

Moaning in need he reached behind her head to draw her closer, indulging a long deep kiss that sent her blood racing. His tongue was gentle at first, then hungry and demanding. Okay this is so new and so fun she thought to herself as she matched his desire as his became more insistent, moving around her mouth. She wants to enjoy herself to the maximum right now as this is by far more entertaining than the microwaved tv dinner she had planned. She cups his butt and give it a nice squeeze, and she giggles and smiles against his lips when he yelps. Hmm...I wonder what else I can do to make him cry out like that. She raises her hands back up again and pulls hard at his cape. Using all her strength she tugged and stained against the material until finally it seemed to give, and it fell to the ground.

She felt his fingers against her side moving down to her waist where her robe's belt was located. He looked at and she stared right back in fascination with the chemistry between the overwhelming as he began to slowly undo the knot. He felt the thrill of anticipation as he pulled the belt to one side, and then dropped it to the floor. The robe had fallen completely open, revealing her breasts and belly. God, she had an amazing body, her breasts were firm and large for her height, her small brown nipples hard for his attention, her toned flat stomach... the lush bare flesh of her womanhood, glistening already for him. Eyeing him Lorelei shimmied out of the robe leaving herself completely exposed to him as if to dare him to make the next move. She stands before him naked, gorgeous, desirable and unashamed her hands on her shapely hips as she looked directly at him. "You're move Superman," she told him licking her lips.

Superman said nothing, his reply came in the way he swept his arms under her and carried her all the way back inside her bedroom as she giggled at his actions. He laid her down on the bed and then stood up taking off his boots before removing his costume. Being a superhero certainly agreed with him she thought as she watched him undress stretching before him on the bed. His arms, shoulders and chest bulged with well- developed muscles, his stomach and torso were lean and tight, and his legs and butt looked *quite* nice in her not-so-humble opinion, and she grinned with appreciation as her eyes lingered for a moment on his already semi-hardened cock. Naked as she is Superman moves forward as she rises sinuously on the bed to her knees before him. His arms slipped around her slender waist and they embraced, deeply and passionately. His mouth was hungry for hers as his tongue forced it's way between her lips, seeking her own, delving around it.

With every passing second their kissing turned ravenous and bold. The heat of his growing erection pressed into her belly, causing her to feel lightheaded as his hands fell to firmly cup and squeeze her backside. Her nipples hardened in response. She took hold of his tongue in her mouth and began to suckle it for the longest time until she needed so much more than this. He broke the kiss on a gasp. "I want you so much!" He growled finally expressing his feelings out loud.

She smiled slowly and with her nimble fingers slid her hand between them to grasp his manhood firmly. His sudden intake of air against her lips made her smile oh so naughty. She loved how her touch alone caused his eyes to shut. "Then take me Superman!" She drawled. His cock absolutely throbbed in anticipation.

He pushed them down until they were on the bed making out with her hotly their bodies making full contract. His hands slid down and groped her tight ass as he lowered his mouth taking one of her nipples in his mouth. Lorelei giggled pushing more of her breast in his mouth as he sucked hard as she rubbed herself against him. He softly kissed his way across her chest and then curled his tongue around her other nipple, just before inhaling it inside the heat of his mouth, sucking intensely while she moaned her approval. Her hand lovingly caressed the back of his head while he nursed at her breast.

He moved back and looks at her, panting in the tangled sheets, full figured, her hair, tangled, beautiful. He can't wait any longer. She sighs and smiles up at him as he carefully moves her legs apart. He puts the tip of himself inside her and sinks into her, slowly, wanting to feel every detail of her lips, her tight, slickened channel. He started off slow, gently rocking her, like she was made of glass. Fearful he'll misjudge his strength and damage her he sets up a careful rhythm, steady as a metronome and safe as a rocking chair. It's driving her mad, the excruciating slowness. She grabs at his hips, trying to pull him in, to hurry him, but he refuses fearful of losing control. In… Out… In… Out. She can't stand it anymore and leans up biting his ear. "You didn't bring me here for this," she taunts.

With a growl and a pull on her slim hips, Superman crammed every inch of his cock into her fully. She drew a long, rasping breath as he began a fast tempo and powerful strokes set up brassy squeaks in her bed springs that marked their passion. Her nose crinkled up and her lips curved down into a sneer so sexy she felt his body shiver. "That's more like it," she moaned, seething through clenched teeth. Her fingers sifted lovingly through his hair at the temples. "Uh, uh, uh, yes Superman, yes harder!" she ordered in a darkly sexy voice. She was moaning almost continuously now, a soft, mewling sound of pleasure. Her pelvis moved languidly, up and down, in circles, as if it were not a part of her. He made her feel so full, buried deeply within her heated, clenching core. She could hold him fully, pulling, her body greedy tight around his.

The bed bounced with each thrust, the springs rebounding with each withdrawal from her body. She stroked his chest and arms lovingly, her eyes misty as she felt him throb deep within her. His short rapid thrusts seemed to drive her breath away. She bent her knees and arched upward, giving herself to him fully. Her legs came up and wrapped around his back, her arms encircled his neck, and her mouth pressed against his, open and wet. They're totally entwined together. "Oh god! Superman! Superman!" She gasped as she came hard her body arching and tensing for a long moment before she collapsed back on the bed. He pulled out staring at her blissful smile on her face and she opened her eyes to see him staring down at her.

Intertwining her legs with his, she rolled them both over, with Lorelei winding up on top of him, straddling his stomach. She bent over and kissed him hard, caressing his face, his neck, and his shoulders until her right hand reached between them and grasped his cock at a high angle. She lifted over him, and slowly... agonizingly slowly sank him inside her, pumping a few sweet times until she he was no more, trapped within her snug heaven. "Uhh… yes!" he moaned against her as his hands settled over her hips, followed by hers settling over his.

She smiled sexily at him "Sit back and let me fuck you." Feeling the uneven roughness of his shaft slide slowly past her sensitive nether lips while the head reached deeper and deeper into her body. Her luscious blonde hair fell forwards, shadowing her face as her arms trembled. She licked at her lips, attempting to control the sensations threatening to overwhelm her. He's trapped within her, deep... the feel of which could only be described as an overabundance of fullness. Then she began to roll her slender hips from side to side and around in little swirls, causing him to gasp and her to whimper his name. She stretched powerfully tight around him in a way that sent wave after wave of increasing pleasure up her spine and down her thighs. With every downward stroke she felt his head driving into her deeper, with every upward stroke, his shaft dragged against her sensitive clit. She felt her wetness wash over him. Her hands released their hold on his, and now her nails raked over his shoulder and chest, gaining purchase as her churning backside rode on his lap. His hand gripped her ass as she rode him groaning at the feel of her.

"Mmmm Lorelei, you fuck so damn good." His brash, earnest praise had sunk in deep. Grinning evilly, Lorelei threw back her head with pleasure, her blonde strands falling over the soft skin of her shoulders. Her sex tightened and he felt her passion increasing as he struggled to control his own. Firm and strong, she could feel the heat of his body against her legs and his erection reaching so deep within her. With each stroke she could feel every ridge, every contour of his increasingly hard body as she dominated and commanded it. She threw her arms around him let out a muffled squeal as her strong internal muscles pulsed around him

His cock twitched and throbbed inside her. Her slickness coated him like a second moist skin, allowing for the most pleasurable lunges imaginable. It was all too much for him and he came painfully. He felt his cock burst time after time, filling her with every lasting surge of his essence he ejaculated so deeply inside her. She gasped herself as she felt herself tightening around him and came again crying out loud and unashamed. She fell aside him panting with exhaustion as they dozed off, lying in each other's arms.

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Superman awoke slowly blinking his eyes and frowned when he realised that he was not in his own bedroom. He turned over and found that he was alone in the room but from the sounds of the city outside he worked out that it was morning. He sat up slowly confused and more than a little bit guilty from the memory of last night. When the bedroom door opened, and Lorelei stepped into his view. "How is my Superhoney this morning?" She asked grinning at him.

Superman gulped in shock and not just because of what she had said but also because of her appearance. The red lingerie that the woman favoured left little to the imagination and highlighted her stunning tight body with her breasts standing out like beacons in the sexy bra that showed them to their advantage. He stammers, not sure which word to say first. "Mrs Ambrosia," He uttered as his eyes roamed her body.

Her eyes sparkled with fire and hunger. "Well, I have to say that was a welcome and certainly big surprise you visiting me last night!" She said gleefully enjoying his panicked expression on his face. He couldn't hide from her as she began to take slow, sensual steps toward him, her hips swaying slightly as she walked. The man's mouth went dry as she neared, and he could feel himself getting hard.

He edges away from her as she neared him trying desperately to remain calm his hands gripping the bedsheet. "Last night… was a mistake Mrs Ambrosia, I mean Lorelei and I think- "

She cut his babbling off by bringing a finger to his lips. "Last night was what we both wanted," she said seductively. "I think you liked it so much because you knew you shouldn't do it. Sometimes being a little selfish has its advantages." She leaned down giving a view of her incredible bosom. Superman felt his attraction for her as his hands braced against her hips to push her away, yet only succeeded on grabbing hold of her and almost bringing her closer.

"I'll be your dirty little secret," she whispered seductively as she leaned into him so close there was barely space for a paper between them. He could feel her breath on him. "No one else has to know" she told him. Something inside of him knocks loose, and that one last barrier composed of all the reasons to resist Lorelei comes crashing down. He embraces her, enveloping her in his strong arms, and gives her a savage kiss. He buried any doubts or logic he had in that kiss, there would be no turning back now. He pulls her onto the bed as she giggles into his arms. He kisses and sucks on her neck as his arm slides down palming her wonderfully tight ass. She moans and grinds herself to him feeling his hard length underneath her.

Tearing off her underwear he pushes her on her back as she spreads her legs welcoming with one finger raised beckoning him towards her. He took one look of her before moving over her, covering her body with his own and entering her tight pussy in one hard thrust. Lorelei Ambrosia moaned and gasped into his ear as Superman fucked her as she ran her fingers along his board back.

The world might have Superman to save them, but no one had him like this.