Batwoman meets Catwoman Part One
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He raised his left hand from his handlebars and waved at the woman sitting in the garden. He grimaced slightly as he passed, dearly hoping he wouldn’t lose his balance. Charles had moved into his current suburb about a year ago, and would always see the same woman gardening at the same time every day. Weather permitting. Her name was Lucy, and she was married to a man named Tommy.
Over the past few months Charles had gotten into the habit of waving and smiling. Every so often he would walk past and they would briefly share a few words. Charles was in his early thirties. He had been married to a Swiss girl he met through his horrendous tedious job at a consultancy firm, but the marriage ended after two intense years. And not on good terms.
It was an intensely hot August afternoon and Charles was making his way home from work. He could make the walk from the office to his home in about forty minutes, or cycle in twenty, but on a day like this he just walked. Charles was from the Scottish Highlands and had never acclimatised to the significantly hotter climate of southern England. On this particular evening Lucy was lying in her garden, sunning herself. She was a sophisticated woman, with beautifully sun-kissed skin, and a very handsome figure. Obviously Tommy had a decent job, judging by the fact he was rarely around the neighbourhood, and from the way Lucy dressed and the jewellery she wore, she had expensive tastes. Charles rather liked that about her.
On this particular evening Charles stopped to talk to her, but after standing at the gate for an awkward amount of time he realised she wasn’t going to look up. Frustrated, he turned away and continued his walk home. As he walked he replayed the image of her in the sun. The way her back was arched exaggerated the roundness of her breasts, the outline of her bra digging up into the cloth of her fashionably tight white blouse. He enviously thought of Tommy as he wearily put one foot in front of the other. Damn this English weather.
The days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, and Charles’ routine continued much unchanged. Perhaps as he cycled or walked past Lucy he would slow down evermore, his eyes lingering in places they shouldn’t. One particularly fine evening in late September he went for a walk. His former wife, Lara has called him, insisting he increase her living allowance. He was furious and told her to contact his lawyer. The walk would clear his head. Despite it was far too long to be worthwhile, he headed to Lucy’s house, in the hope that she might be coming or going, so he could see her smile.
After about twenty minutes he happened upon her gate, and he stopped to survey her perfect manicured garden. He took in every detail of the house, noting that the car was out of the driveway. He saw that the ground-floor living room curtains were slightly ajar, and the warm light slipped through the crack and cut a path through the garden. He lingered just a moment longer and squinted at the window. And then catastrophe. He heard a noise behind and turned about. Lucy was standing there with a confused look on her face. She too had been for a walk.
‘Charles?’
He stammered foolishly for a moment and tried to contrive a suitably convincing story to explain why he was lurking outside her house just before midnight.
‘I was just out on a walk and I -‘
She cut him off, slightly exasperated. ‘Charles, why don’t you come in? You look lost.’
He just smiled meekly and followed her into the house, which, by the way, was almost palatial in its decor. The entry hall was tiled black and white, with an elegant coat rack, and a beautiful hall table with a vintage rotary phone sitting atop it.
‘Lucy, your house is beautiful.’ Charles said warmed. He was taken a back as she just pursed her lips slightly and indicated for him to proceed into the living room. He sat in an elegant French-style chair, and nodded gratefully as Lucy handed him a large glass of wine. She sat opposite Charles in a leather armchair, took a rather large sip of wine, and simply raised an eyebrow at him. Her lips were stained with a dark red, glistening in the low light coming from a floor lap in the corner.
‘My ex-wife gave me an unpleasant call earlier. I’m sorry, I figure I must be lonely.’
She continued to look at him, no recognition registered across her face that Charles had even said anything. He shuffled uncomfortably in the chair and took in his surroundings. The silence was deafening, and Charles was determined to demonstrate that he was not, in fact, socially awkward.
‘Is Tommy here?’
She didn’t break her stare. After a beat, she replied:
‘No. Tommy isn’t here. He’s fucking some bitch from the tennis club.’
He said nothing, choosing rather to pick a spot on the floor and stare at it. His mouth opened and flapped, but nothing other than delicate choking noises came out. Charles was failing to prove how affable he felt he truly was.
‘Lucy, I should really leave.’
Again, it was as if Charles wasn’t even there. By this point Charles had determined that he was going to find a new route home from work. And then it happened. Her mouth contorted at the corners, seemingly trying to pull up and down at the same time, before she suddenly dropped her head. Both of her hands came to meet her face, spilling the contents of her wine down one leg of her trousers and over the floor. She started letting out deep and heavy sobs. Charles sprang up and went over to her, kneeling beside her and putting his arms around her shoulders. Lucy buried her head into his shoulder and sobbed gently into his ear. Charles took in her perfume - like vanilla and burnt sugar, and immediately felt a rolling in his stomach, and his testicles tighten up. He gently whispered a kindly shushing sound to her and rocked her gentle. At some stage he realised his knee was wet, presumably from kneeling in her spilt wine. After a while longer, Lucy raised her head from his shoulder, and with red, wet eyes, smiled and laughed.
‘I’ve gotten your shirt all wet.’ She said, with tears still welling in the corners of her eyes.
Their eyes locked and neither of them said anything. After a solid minute of gazing at each other, Charles took the initiative and lent in to kiss her. Lucy’s lips were salty and wet with her tears, but he eagerly explored the soft red pillows with his lips and tongue. Her hands reached into his hair and pulled his mouth tighter against hers, all the while their tongues darted into each others mouths. Charles hadn’t been this close to a woman in months, and the fact that he was able to finally make some kind of physical contact with a woman he had been harbouring a crush for made him react accordingly. Charles took his chance, and moved his hands to Lucy’s waist, and then to her bust. His fingers felt the resistance of a hard point in the middle of her great pushing back against his probing and eager fingers. Considering the pros and cons of the situation, Charles started focusing his attention on this mesmerising fixture he had stumbled across. His energies were not wasted though, as Lucy began to pant into his mouth. This continued for a minute more before Lucy pulled herself out of the slightly wine-stained armchair and kneeled before him on the floor. Charles couldn’t quite believe what was happening.
Lucy’s hands went right to the fly of his smart chinos, while their mouths continued to explore each other. She easily undid his fly and reached into his trousers. By this point Charles’ penis was semi-turgid, and jerked as her warm hands wrapped around it. She deftly removed it from the confines of his trousers and started to move up her gently up the shaft, all the while their mouths never broke their wet embrace. Charles moaned deeply into their kiss, as his penis got steadily more hard. His penis was a curious thing - almost six-inches in length, but truly very girthy. Lucy pushed him from his knees onto his back and examined his fat member. She kneeled between his legs, looked deeply into his eyes, and slowly pulled back his foreskin. Without breaking eye contact, she opened her mouth and took the whole helmet of his cock into her mouth. She eyes were a deep hazel, and were beautifully set against the delicate pearls she wore on her ears and around her neck. Her lips drew up the length of his penis almost painfully slowly, until just the very tip of his cock was still in her mouth. She withdrew her mouth from his rod and her tongue flicked across the top. Encouraged by the deep groans Charles was emitting, she began to work the large protruding bell of his cock with her beautiful plump lips while her hand pulled the foreskin up and down his shaft. Charles was almost in tears he was so consumed with pleasure. Lucy was clearly enjoying watching him squirm as every so often, when she thought was he enjoying himself slightly too much, she would withdraw her mouth from the now glistening wet organ and squeeze his cock tightly. After some time she pulled his tight heavy testicles from his trousers and engulfed them in her mouth. She was surprised that they were tightly shaven, but none-the-less she eagerly pulled them into her mouth and probed them with her wet tongue.
Charles by this stage had grown so bold in confidence that he decided to advance the proceedings. He pulled Lucy up to him and forcefully started undoing the buttons on her floral blouse. After reaching almost the bottom he struggled too long with one of the buttons and Lucy helped him with it. She was about to undo her bra when Charles shook his head. He instead returned her hands to his still wet cock and pulled down the cup of her right breast. Lucy was blessed with very full, and quite shapely breasts, which despite the fact she was in her early forties, were still pert. Charles very quietly and deliberately studied her pale rosy nipple for a moment before pulling it into his mouth. He sucked deeply on the hard nipple, sucking and releasing, rolling his tongue around it, even flicking it back and forth. Lucy was gasping deeply and stroking his cock furious by this point. Without getting up, she managed to move around enough to be able to slip down her trousers and panties and began to deeply massage her clip in circular motions. Charles, realising he could help with his removed her hand from her now moist genitals, and began to rub on her hard clit with his thumb. His index finger gently explored the opening to her vagina. With her now free hand, she pulled Charles by the back of his head more deeply into her right breast. Charles noticed the change in her embrace and being nearly unable to breathe, matched the intensity of her actions. He introduced his teeth to her nipple, gently biting down on the rubbery teat. At first Lucy didn’t seem to respond, but as Charles increased his pressure, to what he assumed must only be a painful level, Lucy let out a sharp cry. Charles immediately withdrew and looked at her with panic. Lucy’s head was pointed at the ceiling, beads of sweat forming on her neck. She told him troatily not to stop, and he eagerly returned to chewing his hard nipple. After a little while longer he pulled down her other cup and sucked eagerly at the ignored tit. While this was going on he had already gotten more adventurous with her pussy, and now had two fingers rubbing the walls of pussy as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. They were both writing together, a mess of people and emotions.
A few moments longer and Lucy lay on her back, bare red nipples pointing angry to the ceiling. Charles moved around so that he was kneeling in-between her legs. She took his cock in one hand, and slightly parted the lips of her drenched pussy in the other. She guided it into the opening and with a metal push from her hips and his pelvis, he entered her.
Over the past few months Charles had gotten into the habit of waving and smiling. Every so often he would walk past and they would briefly share a few words. Charles was in his early thirties. He had been married to a Swiss girl he met through his horrendous tedious job at a consultancy firm, but the marriage ended after two intense years. And not on good terms.
It was an intensely hot August afternoon and Charles was making his way home from work. He could make the walk from the office to his home in about forty minutes, or cycle in twenty, but on a day like this he just walked. Charles was from the Scottish Highlands and had never acclimatised to the significantly hotter climate of southern England. On this particular evening Lucy was lying in her garden, sunning herself. She was a sophisticated woman, with beautifully sun-kissed skin, and a very handsome figure. Obviously Tommy had a decent job, judging by the fact he was rarely around the neighbourhood, and from the way Lucy dressed and the jewellery she wore, she had expensive tastes. Charles rather liked that about her.
On this particular evening Charles stopped to talk to her, but after standing at the gate for an awkward amount of time he realised she wasn’t going to look up. Frustrated, he turned away and continued his walk home. As he walked he replayed the image of her in the sun. The way her back was arched exaggerated the roundness of her breasts, the outline of her bra digging up into the cloth of her fashionably tight white blouse. He enviously thought of Tommy as he wearily put one foot in front of the other. Damn this English weather.
The days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, and Charles’ routine continued much unchanged. Perhaps as he cycled or walked past Lucy he would slow down evermore, his eyes lingering in places they shouldn’t. One particularly fine evening in late September he went for a walk. His former wife, Lara has called him, insisting he increase her living allowance. He was furious and told her to contact his lawyer. The walk would clear his head. Despite it was far too long to be worthwhile, he headed to Lucy’s house, in the hope that she might be coming or going, so he could see her smile.
After about twenty minutes he happened upon her gate, and he stopped to survey her perfect manicured garden. He took in every detail of the house, noting that the car was out of the driveway. He saw that the ground-floor living room curtains were slightly ajar, and the warm light slipped through the crack and cut a path through the garden. He lingered just a moment longer and squinted at the window. And then catastrophe. He heard a noise behind and turned about. Lucy was standing there with a confused look on her face. She too had been for a walk.
‘Charles?’
He stammered foolishly for a moment and tried to contrive a suitably convincing story to explain why he was lurking outside her house just before midnight.
‘I was just out on a walk and I -‘
She cut him off, slightly exasperated. ‘Charles, why don’t you come in? You look lost.’
He just smiled meekly and followed her into the house, which, by the way, was almost palatial in its decor. The entry hall was tiled black and white, with an elegant coat rack, and a beautiful hall table with a vintage rotary phone sitting atop it.
‘Lucy, your house is beautiful.’ Charles said warmed. He was taken a back as she just pursed her lips slightly and indicated for him to proceed into the living room. He sat in an elegant French-style chair, and nodded gratefully as Lucy handed him a large glass of wine. She sat opposite Charles in a leather armchair, took a rather large sip of wine, and simply raised an eyebrow at him. Her lips were stained with a dark red, glistening in the low light coming from a floor lap in the corner.
‘My ex-wife gave me an unpleasant call earlier. I’m sorry, I figure I must be lonely.’
She continued to look at him, no recognition registered across her face that Charles had even said anything. He shuffled uncomfortably in the chair and took in his surroundings. The silence was deafening, and Charles was determined to demonstrate that he was not, in fact, socially awkward.
‘Is Tommy here?’
She didn’t break her stare. After a beat, she replied:
‘No. Tommy isn’t here. He’s fucking some bitch from the tennis club.’
He said nothing, choosing rather to pick a spot on the floor and stare at it. His mouth opened and flapped, but nothing other than delicate choking noises came out. Charles was failing to prove how affable he felt he truly was.
‘Lucy, I should really leave.’
Again, it was as if Charles wasn’t even there. By this point Charles had determined that he was going to find a new route home from work. And then it happened. Her mouth contorted at the corners, seemingly trying to pull up and down at the same time, before she suddenly dropped her head. Both of her hands came to meet her face, spilling the contents of her wine down one leg of her trousers and over the floor. She started letting out deep and heavy sobs. Charles sprang up and went over to her, kneeling beside her and putting his arms around her shoulders. Lucy buried her head into his shoulder and sobbed gently into his ear. Charles took in her perfume - like vanilla and burnt sugar, and immediately felt a rolling in his stomach, and his testicles tighten up. He gently whispered a kindly shushing sound to her and rocked her gentle. At some stage he realised his knee was wet, presumably from kneeling in her spilt wine. After a while longer, Lucy raised her head from his shoulder, and with red, wet eyes, smiled and laughed.
‘I’ve gotten your shirt all wet.’ She said, with tears still welling in the corners of her eyes.
Their eyes locked and neither of them said anything. After a solid minute of gazing at each other, Charles took the initiative and lent in to kiss her. Lucy’s lips were salty and wet with her tears, but he eagerly explored the soft red pillows with his lips and tongue. Her hands reached into his hair and pulled his mouth tighter against hers, all the while their tongues darted into each others mouths. Charles hadn’t been this close to a woman in months, and the fact that he was able to finally make some kind of physical contact with a woman he had been harbouring a crush for made him react accordingly. Charles took his chance, and moved his hands to Lucy’s waist, and then to her bust. His fingers felt the resistance of a hard point in the middle of her great pushing back against his probing and eager fingers. Considering the pros and cons of the situation, Charles started focusing his attention on this mesmerising fixture he had stumbled across. His energies were not wasted though, as Lucy began to pant into his mouth. This continued for a minute more before Lucy pulled herself out of the slightly wine-stained armchair and kneeled before him on the floor. Charles couldn’t quite believe what was happening.
Lucy’s hands went right to the fly of his smart chinos, while their mouths continued to explore each other. She easily undid his fly and reached into his trousers. By this point Charles’ penis was semi-turgid, and jerked as her warm hands wrapped around it. She deftly removed it from the confines of his trousers and started to move up her gently up the shaft, all the while their mouths never broke their wet embrace. Charles moaned deeply into their kiss, as his penis got steadily more hard. His penis was a curious thing - almost six-inches in length, but truly very girthy. Lucy pushed him from his knees onto his back and examined his fat member. She kneeled between his legs, looked deeply into his eyes, and slowly pulled back his foreskin. Without breaking eye contact, she opened her mouth and took the whole helmet of his cock into her mouth. She eyes were a deep hazel, and were beautifully set against the delicate pearls she wore on her ears and around her neck. Her lips drew up the length of his penis almost painfully slowly, until just the very tip of his cock was still in her mouth. She withdrew her mouth from his rod and her tongue flicked across the top. Encouraged by the deep groans Charles was emitting, she began to work the large protruding bell of his cock with her beautiful plump lips while her hand pulled the foreskin up and down his shaft. Charles was almost in tears he was so consumed with pleasure. Lucy was clearly enjoying watching him squirm as every so often, when she thought was he enjoying himself slightly too much, she would withdraw her mouth from the now glistening wet organ and squeeze his cock tightly. After some time she pulled his tight heavy testicles from his trousers and engulfed them in her mouth. She was surprised that they were tightly shaven, but none-the-less she eagerly pulled them into her mouth and probed them with her wet tongue.
Charles by this stage had grown so bold in confidence that he decided to advance the proceedings. He pulled Lucy up to him and forcefully started undoing the buttons on her floral blouse. After reaching almost the bottom he struggled too long with one of the buttons and Lucy helped him with it. She was about to undo her bra when Charles shook his head. He instead returned her hands to his still wet cock and pulled down the cup of her right breast. Lucy was blessed with very full, and quite shapely breasts, which despite the fact she was in her early forties, were still pert. Charles very quietly and deliberately studied her pale rosy nipple for a moment before pulling it into his mouth. He sucked deeply on the hard nipple, sucking and releasing, rolling his tongue around it, even flicking it back and forth. Lucy was gasping deeply and stroking his cock furious by this point. Without getting up, she managed to move around enough to be able to slip down her trousers and panties and began to deeply massage her clip in circular motions. Charles, realising he could help with his removed her hand from her now moist genitals, and began to rub on her hard clit with his thumb. His index finger gently explored the opening to her vagina. With her now free hand, she pulled Charles by the back of his head more deeply into her right breast. Charles noticed the change in her embrace and being nearly unable to breathe, matched the intensity of her actions. He introduced his teeth to her nipple, gently biting down on the rubbery teat. At first Lucy didn’t seem to respond, but as Charles increased his pressure, to what he assumed must only be a painful level, Lucy let out a sharp cry. Charles immediately withdrew and looked at her with panic. Lucy’s head was pointed at the ceiling, beads of sweat forming on her neck. She told him troatily not to stop, and he eagerly returned to chewing his hard nipple. After a little while longer he pulled down her other cup and sucked eagerly at the ignored tit. While this was going on he had already gotten more adventurous with her pussy, and now had two fingers rubbing the walls of pussy as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. They were both writing together, a mess of people and emotions.
A few moments longer and Lucy lay on her back, bare red nipples pointing angry to the ceiling. Charles moved around so that he was kneeling in-between her legs. She took his cock in one hand, and slightly parted the lips of her drenched pussy in the other. She guided it into the opening and with a metal push from her hips and his pelvis, he entered her.
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