At the top of the flight of stairs to her apartment Lorelei Ambrosia stopped taking her weight onto one foot and then the other. Usually, she was comfortable in a pair of high heels, able to wander around in them like a pair of sneakers. But every now and then her feet would flare up in agony even after years of high heel numbness. Right now, they were throbbing at her reminding her that she had endured a bad day at work and a bad day on this planet.

She was so over her job. A meaningless, unimportant, degrading, unfulfilling secretary temp job in some big office. The kind of job she had done in her 20s and the kind of job she thought she had ditched when she caught Ross Webster's eye. Sure, she had to play the dumb, ditzy part while she was with him. Hiding her intelligence at moments whenever her man and his god-awful sister were in the room but it better than spending much of her day pouring coffee and answering the phone. She was conned Ross, but it wasn't her fault that he brought her act hook, line and sinker! She was just using all the advantages she had. Now at wrong side of 30 she was stuck back in the gutter where she crawled out of, if not worse. True she still received the dirty leers of her male superiors but that was only because she continued to wear low-cut tight-fitting dresses to work. Flaunt while you still got it, after all it would all fade in time. She wasn't interested in any of them as they all talked a good game but in reality, were most likely useless where it mattered. However, to the young women in her office she was a dinosaur and a grandma.

Lorelei grinded her teeth at the thought of those office bitches and their catty comments behind her back and sometimes to her face. The disgust and jealousy written all their faces whenever they interacted each other and to think she read somewhere that women were meant to stand untied together! Piff that was a joke! They were worse than sewer rats, crawling over each other, biting each other and desperate to get out of his hellhole of level 3. A decade ago, she had been one of them just as bad as they are snipping, backstabbing and sucking up to right people. Now she was destined to be trapped in that dead-end job forever as with her record no amount of sucking up would ever lead to a promotion. She was destined to end up as Mrs Waltham, the 60-year-old typist from her last office who sat there and never did anything but type. Never went on holidays, never spoke to anyone, never got invited to nights out, just typed… and typed. God, she hated that old woman.

The day had dragged on and it seemed even time was against her as she could swear no matter how many times or when she checked her watch it still read 11:30am. But it remained stubbornly like that for much of the day. Too early to take a lunch break just to annoy her. The only thing that had gotten her through a day like today was the idea of seeing him tonight. Her current squeeze, her little secret, her bed fellow. She knew why none of the managers were not interesting to her in the slightest as they all paled in comparison to her current honey. She smiled at herself recalling how he grimaces slightly at her every time she calls him that. Which is why she did it so often.

She almost smiled at she had a revelation in the afternoon while doing some boring and pointless typing. It was there anniversary of sorts, a feat quite incredible given theirs was an affair she would have never picturing happening. Suddenly she had a lifeline to cling onto and something to look forward to. She made plans in her head of what she might do and get when she stopped off at the shops to buy something special for tonight. It had filled her with a warm feeling as suddenly not everything was so bad anymore.

She unlocked her door and entered with renewed purpose. It might have been a bad day, but it was going to be a much better night.

XXXXX

Hearing the sound of the window in her bedroom open Lorelei Ambrosia smiled knowing who that would be at this time of night. He had said he would come by around this time and ever the boy scout he was right on time. Switching off the tv and moving into a sexier pose on her couch. She was greeted to the sight of Superman opening the door and stepping into the room. "Hi honey," she smiled at him.

Superman took a look at her and couldn't help but shallow hard. She was wearing a flimsy low cut white dressing gown not unlike the one he found her in after he had completed his mission of attacking an oil tanker when they first met although this one had no white tassels on it. But it was as ever naturally glamourous and form fitting… oh boy was it form fitting Superman thought looking at her. Baring her naked leg to him and lying back on the couch she looked so desirable and the picture of beauty.

"Hello Lorelei," he said rather awkwardly. Lorelei stopped herself from rolling her eyes. He always seem to start off like this a little stiff and stuffy, but she knew how wild and passionate he could get. Oh yes! She knew alright it was just about getting him let loose and relax a little. She wondered how it would play out tonight would he play the noble hero and force her to do the seduction work. Probably as that what always seemed to happen. Just once she would like him to simply throw her over his shoulder Cave-Man style, take her to the nearest bed or flat surface, and fuck her until she came with his name escaping her throat in raw, husky grunts… maybe she would suggest it to him later.

Knowing he was an admirer of her legs she ran her fingers over her bare leg and along her tight. "Busy day? I saw you on the news earlier," she said innocently.

Superman nodded trying to avoid staring at her leg but failing miserably. He cleared his throat and tried to answer her. His voice cracked loudly, and he had to start again. Lorelei smiled at him smugly enjoying the effect she had on him. "Yes, there was a bank robbery in Gotham City, a few hostages were there so I helped as best I could." Understatement he had saved the day, however his lack of ego was refreshing to her given her experiences with men.

"More dangerous than the one in London last week?" She asked and he groaned at that. That had been one where despite his instructions to the camera man filling him to stay away, they had not listened and had nearly gotten shot by a stray bullet. He understood pictures of him had an appeal and an interest but trying to get a shot of him while doing his job was just stupid. Jimmy Olsen showed much better sense.

"Oh no this was worse there was a man with a freeze ray," Superman recounted. "I had to carefully thaw some hostages out of blocks of ice without hurting them."

"My hero!" She said getting to her feet and moving towards him. "I guess you deserve a little something as a reward." She smiled and pulled his head down for a deep kiss. I'm giving him a good kiss to start his engine up, his tongue is being sucked by a tongue sucking expert. He slides his hands down my back and oh yeah! There it is he is squeezing the booty I know he wants so bad. Oh yes, she is going to enjoy this! She loved his height difference he had on her. At 6 feet 4 and she a mere 5 foot 4 he towered over her. The masculine way his body wrapped around hers as they embraced, she could imagine it protecting her from any danger she might ever face. She could feel her body react to his. Her nipples were hard against both the robe and the bra she wore underneath. Moaning she rubbed herself against his chest trying to relive some of the tension.

Superman moans as he feels her pressed up against him. She's his special elixir. His 'fix' when he needed to stop pretending to be what the world wanted him to be or expected him to be. He was far from the perfect man everyone thought he was. This was not the first time he had done something selfish as not so long ago he had defied his true father Jor-El's warnings not to manipulate human history instead accelerated around the Earth, traveling several minutes backward in time to prevent Lois's death while also undoing the damage caused by the missile and earthquake. His moments with Lorelei were stolen, hidden away from everyone else but blissfully they were his. He didn't have to act like a bumbling Clark Kent like he did Lois, indeed Lorelei often encouraged him to not at like the stiff heroic Superman. She wanted him to be him… there was something to be said about that.

He broke the kiss looking back at her before nodding across the room. "What with all of this?" He asked her. He was referring to the rose petals laid out on the floor, the strawberries, chocolate and champagne he saw x raying her fridge and the soft jazz playing in the background. She seemed to be making an extra effort this evening.

"Well, I know we usually just get right to it and believe me anytime you feel like grabbing me throwing me on the bed is fine by me!" She winked and he shook his head playfully. She ran her finger slid down the side of his throat until it casually travelled over his chest, "But I realised today it's been a month since we started… this thing." Superman frowned as he considered it but yes, she was right the dates worked out. "So, I figured why not have a little romance with some champagne and snacks before," her eyes darkened, she bit her lip and smiled wickedly. Her hand reached southward stopping her exploration just south of his belt buckle "Before we fuck each other senseless."

Suddenly, she's swept in his arms, swung around, and thoroughly kissed long and loving. Her feet aren't even touching the floor. She's giggling against his lips by the time he finally set her down again. "This is… I mean you didn't have to… I'm speechless!" He confessed looking at her in slight awe and guilt. "You really didn't have to go to all this effort."

"I wanted to," she smiled up to him.

"I umm… didn't get you anything," he confessed looking nothing like the strong heroic hero he was known as and more like a schoolboy who had forgotten his homework.

"You probably had some damsel in distress to save," she teased but he could tell that she was only joking. "It's okay. I confess it only occurred to me late this afternoon but if you want to make it up to me before we open the bottle…" she trailed off suggestively. Without a word, Superman picked her up again and set her on the couch dropping to his knees before her. Reaching to untie her robe, letting it open in the middle and admiring her sinful, tight underwear she wore underneath he smiled at her as he pull down Lorelei's underwear down as caressing her stunning legs as he went. The woman gazed down at him through half-lidded eyes as she leaned back on the couch making herself comfortable. Superman smiled faintly up at her, then grasped her by the hips and began to slowly kiss his way up the woman's inner thigh. Lorelei quivered with anticipation and closed her eyes. This was exactly what she wanted… then she frowned when she realised, he was not moving anymore.

She opened her eyes and gazed down at his face with wore an expression full of apology. "I have to go someone is calling me," he confessed.

Lorelei's eye's went wide. "What?! Who?! Where?!" she cried. This cannot be happening.

"Someone far away." He said getting to his feet staring off at a distance trying to locate the sound. "It sounds like there is more than one of them… and they need my help."

"I need your help right here!" She growled at him gesturing to herself on the couch.

"Lorelei, I have to go!" Superman told her.

"But can't you stay a little longer!" She cried desperately covering herself with the robe. "Another hour isn't going to hurt anymore! Or maybe just 10 minutes till you bring me off and then you just fly there faster!"

"Lorelei, I have to go now I have no choice!" He said shaking his head and straightening himself. He turned back at her as she stared at him in outrage and disbelief. "I will try and make it back soon." With that he went into her bedroom and took off flying from the window. Lorelei stared open mouth around her trying to understand what had just happened. Before doing something that she hadn't done in a long time to relieve the stress, high emotions and tension she was feeling… she screamed loudly in a pillow.

XXXXXX

The champagne was on ice, strawberries in the fridge, rose petals laid out on the floor, some soft jazz being played in the background, but Lorelei was in no mood to enjoy herself as she gulp back another glass. The object of her affection, the one who she was planning on spending the evening with had been called away some emergency. Any other man and she would say that was a pathetic excuse but in Superman's case any emergency could be world ending so off he went. It would seem having a little sex affair with the world's greatest hero was not going to be easy. And after all the effort I had put into tonight! She fumed thinking about it. I had bathed, washed my hair, waxed everything that I wanted waxing, exfoliated and moisturised, plucked and preened and blow-dried. Spent half an hour doing my make up. I had lit the candles and waved the smelly incense thing about a bit and he only stayed for a few minutes before dashing off!

She glared at a dent in her far wall which served as a reminder of what could have been tonight. Caused by when Superman had up against the wall outside her bedroom, with him fucking her so hard pictures fell to the floor and his forearm may have dented the dry wall. No instead of any of that tonight he had flown off with the excuse of saving people. Typical! She understood that he had obligations. The Last Son of Krypton life was one of immense responsibility and constant danger. His duty to serve and protect the world was nearly incomprehensible. It was clearly something that meant a lot to him and something he saw as being his reason. She understood all that and wasn't about to corrupt him or prevent him from doing any of that… just why couldn't he make her cum first before doing it!?

They always fucked like there is no tomorrow. Desperate. Uninhibited. Aggressive. Deep and hard, forcing noises and cries from her throat she hadn't thought she was capable of producing. She gave him as good as she got making him cum as much as her. Checking the time again she shook her head and pushed away her empty glass. God didn't her mother warn her about getting involved with men who were too attached to their jobs? Probably but it had just been one of many rules that Lorelei had broken. This was meant to be thrilling, bedding the man of steel making him moan, cum and beg for her. She bet no villain he ever faced made him beg the way she does. Instead, here she is stuck in her bedroom all alone waiting in the off chance he might come back. Pathetic much?

She held a noise and opened her eyes blinking in the darkness. There was a figure in her bedroom! She was about to scream then noticed the gape and figured out who it must have be. She blinked and seemed to wake up a little. Rubbing her face, she glanced at the clock by her bedside table. It read 3am. She must have fallen asleep. "You're just back now?" She asked sleepy.

"Yes, I am sorry," Superman confessed as he closed the window behind him and closed the curtains. "There was an emergency in Australia some forest fire which had gotten out of control," Superman explained. Well, that explained why he smelt of smoke she guessed.

Sudden realisation hit her, and she felt shame and panic grip her. "Oh no! For the love of god!" She shrieked as she grabbed the blanket that was over her and covered herself. "What are you doing back here?!" She cried out hiding from him.

"Yes, I said I would," Superman replied looking at her concerned. "What's the matter?"

"Just go away!" She urged him. "Just go away and tomorrow!" She stuck her hand out from under the blanket and waved him away.

Superman looked at her confused and worried. "What's wrong? Are you alright?" Perhaps it was the late hour or rather early morning. He probably should have come round the next day, but he did not want to leave things the way they were.

"I'm fine just go away!" She told him frustrated and clearly angry.

"Not until you tell me what is wrong!" Superman replied.

Lorelei offered a frustrated growl from underneath the blanket. "Fine!" Cursing at him she push off the blanket and got out of the bed. "This is what is wrong!" She told him switching on the light and gesturing at her appearance. How she looked was a far cry from the glamourous, stylish and well-maintained woman he was used to seeing. She was sans make up which was very unusual. A Mrs Ambrosia without lip gloss and eye shadow was not one that she was familiar with. She was wearing baggy boxer shorts and a faded blue t-shirt that looked one size too big and had seen better days with his very own emblem on it. Her hair was plastered to one side, giving her a look of ridiculous cuteness. This was not the Lorelei Ambrosia he was used to seeing and she knew it. "I look awful!"

"You really don't," he replied shaking his head.

"Oh, please stop lying!" She snarled at him. "We both know bedhead isn't a sexy look!"

"You're mad," He stated taking in her body language and expression.

"Wow you just noticed that!" She replied sarcastically. "Which of your powers do you use to work that out?"

"I am sorry about leaving but I had no choice. The world needed me, and I cannot simply turn my back to it and pretend I didn't hear the calls for help." Superman explained to her.

Lorelei rolled her eyes. "Yeah! Yeah! I get it some other thing to do and some other place to be." She said bitterly. Sighing in frustration she sat down on her bed. Felt the weight of him sitting down next to her and turned to him. "Not the sexiest look." She remarked looking down at herself.

"You are making it work for you," He smiled sweetly before looking serious. "What is wrong? I can tell something is bothering you?"

His questioning reached something deep inside her. Something she needed to share with him and get out in the open. Lorelei sighed. "I just had a lousy day at work. It was one of those days that destroys your soul piece by piece. The girls at the office bitching about me, starting rumours about me, the guys leering at me like I am a piece of meat. Most days are like that and most the time I can cope cause hey I messed up! So, I deserved to be punished! But every once in a while, it just gets to me I just can't see an end to it but… then I remembered you would be stopping by last night and the date just hit me. I am saying I have these big lovey, mushy feelings for you or anything… but I just wanted something nice, something that was mine, something fun… and then- "she trailed off.

"And then I flew away," Superman finished understanding. He understood how she felt in a bizarre way. He had wanted to something that was his and been forced to give it all up… he quickly pushed the memory of the one night he had with Lois away. Focusing back on Lorelei he started to speak again. "You know… no one ever asks me how my day is. Small children want to know what is it like to fly not where I go to think. No one ever asks me what I do in my spare time. They just assume I fly from disaster to disaster. No one ever asks me how I am feeling at any time. I mean why would they? I am an icon, an invulnerable superhero I don't feel anything apart from a strong sense of duty and a moral upstanding." He sighed it looked like the weight of the entire world was rested on his shoulders she decided. He was lonely. He was known across the world, but no one really knew him not even her. There were expectations placed upon him without any rewards not that he ever asked for any. To the world he was indispensable now which meant he had to be everywhere at once and yet that meant he had little time for himself. This thing with Lorelei was his and his alone. He wanted it to stay that way just as much as she.

"I'm not sure I think this is one of the longest conversations we have ever had," she smiled softly at him and was rewarded by a smile back.

"We do tend to get caught up on other things." He said leaning in and kissing her softly. Far from the usual lustful kiss this was sweeter and more caring.

Breaking the kiss with him Lorelei licked her lips savouring the taste of him while grinning at him. "So, I'm still making this outfit work for me then?" She asked hotly getting up and posing a little for his benefit.

Superman smiled enjoying the view he had a feeling where this was going and took off his boots. "I think my emblem looks better on you than it does on me."

She giggled teasing him with her t shirt moving it up to show her flat stomach before she moved her hands lower to her boxers. He watched as she pulled them off and stepped out of them wearing only the t-shirt now with his logo. "I think you were about to do something for me before you were called away." As she spread her legs wide to him showing him her pussy.

He moved so fast, picking her up, putting her on the bed and burying his face in her pussy before she actually had any idea of what he had done. Letting out a strangled moan she wrapped his head in his thighs as he sucked on her pussy. Her hand moved down gripping the back of his head and his tongue explored her. Her toes curled as his actions made her feel small and feminine. His tongue dipped inside her, tasting, wetting his mouth with her slick arousal and her back arched as jolts of sensation swept over her body. Lorelei grinned to herself imaging if those office bitches could see her now with Superman eating her pussy like he was dying of thirst.

Thrusting his tongue inside her, the exotic flavour left his cock throbbing angrily. Her soft little whimpers ripped his sanity to shreds as his fingers dug into her hips, holding her captive. Her tiredness of the early morning forgotten as the erotic lust he awakened in her was so tremendous. Shamelessly, he sucked her pussy as she whined his name in loving worship. She pinched her nipples under her t shirt as she ground her hips to his tongue. Her thighs shuddered as his tongue danced long, slow circles over her swollen clit, before drowning it in warm saliva, and then sucking ever so hard. Pleasure swept through her as her body jerked hard, but he held her firm, seemingly obsessed with lapping her wetness. Her ankles crossed over his back, shaking from the intense pleasure as he suckled her clit, drawing deeply, hungrily, swiping his tongue so strongly she saw stars. Her head turned, eyes shut, mouth hung open in a lustful pose while grinding her hips to feed him all of her. "I'm... I'm... so close... Superman, please!" She pleaded.

Wetting two fingers in his mouth, he drove them into her deep, thrusting while lashing over her clit with long laps until her moaning reached a fiery crescendo. Her entire body tightened, straining towards ecstasy, and then her back arched high as she screamed his name, cumming so hard as his fingers drove into her faster. Watching her beautiful face blush as the sweet tension of her climax passionately contorted her lovely features, wincing erotically as the pleasure swept over her. Through it all he never stopped fucking her, even as she twisted and jerked, her thighs shivering around his head until at long last a soft exhale. Her juices glistening over his lips and chin he gently moved away from her legs as he saw her panting heavily on the bed.

She watched trying to get her breathing back under control as he got up and removed his clothing. Board shouldered, strong, tall and well endowed he is every inch a hero in her eyes. In his eyes he is looking at one of the more erotic sights he has ever seen, Lorelei sweaty and panting wearing his logo on her chest staring back at him. Her incredible legs and smooth thighs move as she rises up on her knees and slowly takes the t-shirt, she is wearing inch for inch off. Naked her nipples as hard as diamonds, her body covered in sexy sheen of sweat she looked hungrily at him. "Take me now Superman!" She demanded.

She is on a back again on an instant as he captured her soft mouth, bathing her taste buds with her own flavour, kissing her desperately as the head of his cock pressed to her entrance, and then pushed inside her hard. She gasped, trembling beneath him as he filled her with all of him until her eyes closed off the world. Hooking her slender legs around his strong hips and clenching around his thick length so erotically she moaned as he began fucking her with long, powerful thrusts spreading her snug flesh around his cock.

Lorelei rubbed her hard nipples against his bare chest as he moves inside her. God this is so good her mind screamed. I love sex. I mean I'm sorry if that offends people a girl being so open about the subject but it's something that I really enjoy it and am really, really so fucking good at it. I've got a killer bod, tight pussy, give the bomb ass head, and don't even get me started about the way I ride. Can't no man handle what I can do. I'd put money on that. Not even the great Superman it would seem like previous encounters had taught me. Now however I am more than happy being on my back being fucked hard by this man. Her insides tightened with every vigorous surge of his body into hers. Lorelei clutched a handful of his hair and drug his mouth back down to hers. Capturing a slow, deep kiss while moving her hips with him, creating the most pleasurable tension as he thrust above her. The low, rumbling noises he made as she nibbled his bottom lip left her sex closing tightly around his every withdrawal. It was the sexiest thing he had ever felt, himself buried deep inside her, fucking her hard.

They fucked harder, straining and rocking, grunting and thrusting and then one final deep thrust saw his cock erupt in erratic bursts of wet heat, spurting hotly inside her as he cried out. His climax triggered her second when she bucked violently beneath him, squeezing his cock like a warm, silky vice as she bit her lip underneath him. They lay there tangled together on the bed for a long time.

XXXXXX

The beam of sunlight crept down the wall slowly; ever so slowly. Each passing minute saw it stretching and sinking, down and down, until, like some taunting child, it shone directly on the eye of a very peacefully sleeping Lorelei. Her eye squinted tightly shut, and she groaned a quiet whine of sleepy frustration, her mind struggling valiantly to stay asleep. It was too late, and even as she rolled over to move her eye from the offending beam of sunlight, she knew she was awake. She groaned again, stretched her arms and legs and opened her eyes looking around. Superman had gone which was not uncommon as there was probably some issue occurring somewhere in the world.

She sighed tiredly but also a little happy from the memories of a few hours before. He was certainly super in many ways she mused to herself. Seeing her t-shirt neatly folded by the bed she picked it up and put it on looking around for a note usually he left something to tell her when she would see her again but there was nothing. Frowning she got out of bed still inspecting her bedroom as she moved to get herself some breakfast and gasped when she opened the door.

Her room was now full of flowers. Boxes of roses from Paris, bouquets from Venice, beautifully presented orchids from Hong Kong, a bunch of cherry blossoms from Japan it went on and on as she studied every note they had. Her room awful dull and lifeless was now bursting with colour. Blinking back tears of joy and happiness Lorelei couldn't believe it, and nothing could stop the wide smile on her face. She saw a small handwritten note by a single Lotus.

I hope you like them. Show them who is boss at work. See you tonight. S

Thanks to Superman, Lorelei Ambrosia strode into her work as if she were ruler of the world.