Tempest Island

Bruce and Diana lay sated in bed an hour later. His head was propped up on a pillow and she was curled against him, one leg draped over his. Her free hand continued to caress his now flaccid member while his hand had not yet left its familiar place on her breast.

"Is he done with me?" she pouted.

"Three times in an hour isn’t bad for a 35-year old, is it?" he asked with concern.

"I’m just teasing. He…and you…acquitted yourselves admirably. I feel like that substance Alfred made for us Monday night…Jell-O?"

"I’m glad you enjoyed yourself." He said, lightly squeezing the full breast still cupped in his hand. "I haven’t enjoyed myself like that since… well, ever. It’s probably the first time in my life that the reality was even better than the fantasy."

Diana turned to him in surprise. "Are you telling me that Bruce Wayne, a womanizer of world renown, enjoyed himself that much?"

"You’ve been reading too many tabloids about me! What about the one that said I was gay?"

Diana remembered the toe-curling orgasm that he’d induced from her minutes before and surveyed a head-sized hole she’d made in the headboard and gave his penis another squeeze. "Definitely not gay, I’ll vouch for that."

They grinned at each other for a second before Bruce placed a gentle kiss at the tip of her nose. Diana snuggled into him even closer, then Bruce heard a sharp sigh from her that he knew signaled trouble.

"What’s wrong?" he asked casually, hoping that the answer would be easy but knowing that with women, it usually never is.

"This…thing that we have between us…lust…attraction…is complicated. All of my objections for not getting involved with you still remain. It’s bad for the League, especially after what happened with John and Shayera."

Bruce was quiet for a second before he responded. "I heard this very same speech out of my own mouth a few days ago so I can’t pretend its not on my mind. I can name 20 reasons off the top of my head why we shouldnry. ry. Then again six months ago I could come up with 30 reasons as to why you would never want to spend ten minutes alone with me, much less spend an afternoon naked with me, so who am I to judge?"

Diana considered his statement. "Did you really think I wasn’t interested in you?"

"I thought you weren’t interested but even worse, you were unattainable."

"You are pretty modest, for a reputed egomaniac."

"Who says I’m an egomaniac?"

"Reverse the question. Who doesn’t think you’re an egomaniac?" she laughed, tickling his chin.

She laid back down on his chest again. "You know, I could get used to this."

"Nice thought. We’re not in a rush to be anywhere at the moment. The ship doesn’t dock at Tempest Island until tomorrow morning." He glanced at the clock next to the bed. "It’s six o’clock, do you want to clean up and get some dinner?"

"Why don’t we just call room service and stay in bed?" she said with a grin. Her hand resumed its soft caress of his cock and she suddenly noticed an immediate change in its girth. She inched down his chest to get a better look and gave it a quick kiss before glancing up at him with a wicked look. "Besides, I think he’s hungry."

Sated for the moment after exploring their sexual compatibility for the fourth time in as many hours, they were suddenly overwhelmed with hunger. Despite his appreciation for Diana’s naked form, the knock signifying the deliver from room service was an immense relief. He desperately needed to replenish his bodily fluids if he hoped to maintain the pace they’d set during the afternoon. He drew back the screen to shield the waiter from the bedroom then returned to the bed holding the tray of food.

Diana laid on the bed, propped against the pillows, titian hair cascading over the white sheets. The sheet covered her waist and legs however she made no effort to cover the rest of her body like some of his previous lovers in the post-coital afterglow. He had always wondered why some women would demonstrate an amazing appetite for sexual adventure one minute then would rush to cover themselves minutes later like nuns in a church. ‘False modesty’ he mused.

Like everything else about her, Diana’s cheerful embrace of her nakedness was a welcome change from the women he’d dated in the past. He stared for a moment, appreciating the vision of her in their bed, then cleared his throat and did a passable imitation of Flash, "Pinch me, I’m dreaming."
Diana laughed from the bed at his parody. "That’s good. I’d forgotten imitation was another of your many talents."

The shared experience of dining together naked in bed was memorable. They each took turns applying the various sauces of their dishes to certain erogenous zones, then licked them off. Desert with strawberries and whipped cream provided the highlight although the bed was such a mess as a result of their culinary adventure they elected to take a bath. Diana luxuriated in the sensations of his hands soaping the entirety of her body and her wanting grew even more. She took her time in returning the favor, slowly working her soapy fingers along his body then fondling a certain part of his anatomy which well exceeded the diameter of her hand. As its girth had swelled again, Diana couldn’t take the tension any longer and still damp, they retreated to the unsoiled bed across the suite originally intended for Diana.

The combination of jet lag and sheer exhaustion from their efforts lulled them to sleep by 10 o’clock. They fell asleep in the same position they’d spent the afternoon, with Diana nestled on top of his chest, leg draped over his in an intimate embrace.

Given their new comfort with each other, neither of them heard the boat packed with twenty armed commandos which swung alongside the Windsong at 3 in the morning. The commandos quickly boarded the ship, making their way in two teams to the engine room and the bridge. Ten minutes later the first team of commandos stormed the bridge, knocking out the bridge crew with two well placed flash grenades. They quickly donned their gas-masks while their counterparts in the engine room pumped a tranquilizing gas thru the ship’s ventilation system. Five minutes later, both the crew and the passengers were entirely incapacitated. Five minutes later, the Windstar heeled abruptly to port, steering a direct course for Tempest Island.

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