August 4, 2010 - Happy Harbor, RI
Happy Harbor Drive-In
02:16:26
“Ta da!” Rikki declared as she opened the gate at the Happy Harbor Drive-In, so that the Bat-Mobile could ‘stealthily’ inch its way in. Connor had briefly hoped she might let him drive but the super car drove itself, much to his disappointment, but then delight. The hulking vehicle crept through the darkened drive-in, and Rikki swiftly rejoined him within.
Connor chuckled as she took the wheel again.
“I think they’re closed…”
“Ah, I rented out the place.” She assured him with a casual wave.
He swept his gaze around the empty and darkened parking lot, and the shut up and lightless concession stand slash projection booth. He looked back at her doubtfully, but she literally waved away his concerns.
“You rented out the place? After they closed? On a Tuesday? With nobody here to run the place?” Connor asked, his questions piling on into an indictment.
“Its fine! They won’t even notice before the deposit hits their bank account in the morning.” Rikki answered as she deftly typed one handed into her holo display while still driving slowly. She parked them dead center of the empty lot, giving them the perfect view of the movie screen, without any pesky neighbors to interfere in their view, little kids running around to distract, or people turning their headlights on in the middle of the show. It was, Connor reflected, the ideal way to watch a movie at the drive-in, but the lack of the rest of the audience did detract something.
Rikki hopped out of the Bat-Mobile, asking over her shoulder what he wanted for snacks, then headed into the concession stand building to get their order.
She definitely wasn’t picking the locks, he decided, turning away from her totally not doing that at all. In a few minutes, she was back with an armload of popcorn, candy and sodas, and the projector had already started up. With more deft strokes of a virtual keyboard, she skipped through the advertisements and coming attractions, and spooled up the movie.
It was some detective story; a gritty, two-fisted (female) cop trying to find the missing child of a beautiful widow(er), yadda yadda yadda. Connor found he couldn’t concentrate on the movie at all. His attention was reserved for his companion.
Rikki had shed her gauntlets along with her mask, and was munching on popcorn after wiping her hands off with a disposable wipe. She looked incredibly casual, with her booted feet up on the Bat-Mobile’s dash, and he had to fight back an instinct to tell her off for it. Her short hair framed her face, so he watched it in profile. He had seen so little of her eyes, either behind her mask or her sunglasses, he couldn’t stop looking at them. They were a beautiful shade of robin’s egg blue.
She glanced at him, catching him staring, and he quickly turned back to the screen outside the car. The Bat-Mobile’s internal sound system was amazing, as was everything else about it. It even had heating and cooling cupholders, which was a level of swankiness he didn’t know a car could have. The movie not holding his interest wasn’t helped by the fact that he was sitting in a legendary fantasy, not watching it.
I think she smiled… he mused.
That brought him back to their brief talk along the highway, after he had pushed the armored truck off of himself. She had asked for a reward for her clever deduction, a specific reward. As he pondered that and their current activity, he broke out in a cold sweat.
Oh my god.
He desperately wished he could kick himself for his stupidity.
Rikki asked me on a date. And I said yes. That’s… awesome? I should have asked HER on a date.
Wait, do I want to date her? Didn’t I decide not to date anybody yet?
His brain was tying itself in knots as he tried to sort matters internally. He struggled mightily and finally brought himself back to order. Then he recalled her putting her hand on his while they argued with Batwoman.
Order descended back into a stew of anarchic hormonal anxiety and excitement.
“So…”
He glanced at Rikki as she spoke, leaning back in her seat with her fingers laced behind her head. She had a certain look on her face that he was starting to recognize. It made him flush as he realized what it was.
Interest. Lust. Ardour.
He gulped audibly, and she smiled. She put her bare hand on the back of his atop the center console again, and his eyes focused on it. Her touch was sure and unhurried, and very warm. He focused on it for a long time before her voice caught his attention again.
“So?” She asked, and her face was very close to his now, leaning over the console, staring into his eyes.
“So?” He also asked, trying to marshal his brain into forming coherent thoughts while it tried to turn into warm goo at the feel of her warm breath on his face and her pretty face oh so close to his.
“About that kiss…” she began, and moved forward with purpose. He was still, his heart going into palpitations, as her lips landed gently on his.
They were soft, as was her touch, and he leaned into the kiss. Clearly thrilled by her success, Rikki leaned in harder and soon they were passionately making out. Her hands wrapped around his neck and pulled him into her, and he let her. She was much more aggressive than Walli was, and he found he didn’t dislike it.
She wanted him, and he felt that in her touch, her kiss and her heat. He put his arms around her and pulled her closer as well, which made her trill in her throat in surprise. That left him an opening to challenge her to a tongue wrestle, which she gamely rose to. They were shortly in a very sloppy makeout session, as Rikki’s agile tongue invaded his mouth and proved its cunning in linguistics.
After he didn’t-know-how-long-of a passionate make out session, the movie totally forgotten, Rikki was forced to break off and take in a lungful of air. She absently wiped away a strand of saliva from their joining, and he felt his lower head rise to attention as she panted, red faced. Her eyes smoldered as she gazed at him, and he smiled at her eagerness.
“Well, you got your kiss.” He said matter of factly, turning back towards the movie but watching her out of the corner of his eye as she played with the top toggle of her padded tunic. The sight made him grin; she looked like she might start fanning herself.
“I think it might be worth a little more than a kiss.” She said, clearly reaching. He kept his grin internal as he put his chin on his hand, leaning toward her over the console.
“Oh really? How do you figure that?”
“If I hadn’t tracked the flying monkeys, you wouldn’t have ended up in the school.” She explained, and after a moment of silence, he waved at her to continue, maintaining a disinterested pose. He was enjoying this little game of her trying to win his ‘attention’.
“And if I hadn’t done that, you wouldn’t have landed at Gotham Academy, and then you wouldn’t have seen my picture! So really, when you think about it, I also let you find out my secret identity?” She finished uncertainly, and he laughed.
“I’m not sure that’s something to be rewarded. The whole point of the protocol is for nobody to find out, isn’t it?” He replied, eyes twinkling with amusement as she scrambled to walk that back.
“I meant, if I hadn’t, then we couldn’t… be doing… this. Right now.” She answered, while he saw the complex play of emotions on her face. He smiled, and he drew closer to her face, until they were practically touching noses.
“And just what… are we doing, right now?” Connor inquired, enjoying the game but more eager to bring it to a conclusion.
Rikki licked her lips as she considered, then looked up at him with lidded eyes.
“Its a surprise…” She whispered as she came in for another kiss. This time less urgent, and more sure of her chances of it continuing. He accepted the kiss, closing his eyes this time and luxuriating in that connection. That’s why he was surprised as she climbed over the console and into his lap, straddling him in the chair as she landed in his lap. Her hands roamed down his face and chest, pushing his jacket off and he helped her shrug it off. Then those hands were sliding under his t-shirt and tracing the contours of his muscles, a feeling which made him shiver. Rikki moved her kisses from his mouth down the line of his jaw and up to his ear, her breath tickling his ear drums and giving him goosebumps.
His own hands were exploring as well. They started on her firm hips and traced their way down her finely toned thighs, then back up and around to grip her firm buttocks. His fingers sank into the meat of her ass and she moaned, and he worried he had done it too hard, cognizant of the vast gulf in their durability. But she rubbed herself on his groin to encourage him, and he got back to it, kneading her cheeks like dough to her delight.
In retaliation, she tugged up the bottom of his t-shirt, forcing him to let go of her perfect posterior and raise his arms. Once he was rid of it, she leered down at his bare chest in a manner so wanton he almost wanted to cover up, but didn’t. Rikki began kissing her way down his bare chest, paying special attention to his nipples in a way she seemed very in to but did nothing for him. He opted to leave her to it while he groped her perfectly sculpted ass some more. Her wet kisses across his chest were plenty exciting as well, but he wanted to go further.
Rikki’s costume had a short sleeved padded tunic that covered her down to below the crotch and past her butt, and judging by how heavily it hung on his hands while he groped her, it was significantly armored. It clung to her very fetchingly, but it was like heavy petting someone in a bullet proof vest, which made sense. It was cinched at the waist by her utility belt, and he realized if he wanted to touch any more of her, it had to go. He was just reaching for her utility belt’s catch when she spoke up.
“Wait, don-” was all she got out before there was a crackle of electricity and his hands jerked back spasmodically, filled with a feeling of burning pins and needles. There was an accompanying stench of ozone and a bright flash that they both shielded their eyes from.
“...-’t do that.” Rikki finished while Connor shook his hands, trying to get feeling back in his extremities. It felt like he had shoved them into a light socket; tingling, spasming, and a feeling like they had been cooked inside.
“Ah! Yeah, I should've listened. Booby trapped, huh?” He replied distractedly while he worked feeling back into his fingers. The pain wasn’t too bad and was already receding.
Rikki looked at his hands, but saw he was alright, and shook her head ruefully.
“Are you okay? That didn’t kill the mood, did it?” She asked hopefully.
“Uh, yeah. Absolutely. Consider the mood unkilled. Who doesn’t like a little shocking surprise?” He nattered, suddenly afraid that his unsuccessful attempt at legerdemain had ruined his chances.
Rikki raised one eyebrow, but seeing that he was eager to keep going, she released the utility belt and dropped it into the driver’s seat with a thud. Then she began disrobing; unclasping her high collar and cape, flinging it aside. One by one, she undid the thick toggles of her armored tunic, watching him with a teasing smile as she undid each one and revealed more of her body to his hungry eyes.
Connor was utterly entranced as she wiggled her butt back and forth across his crotch, painfully hard now. Whether that was due to her striptease or the utility belt’s booby trap, he decided not to interrogate right now. As Rikki undid the last toggle, she slowly and sensuously pulled the sides apart, revealing herself to him.
Her breasts were larger than he had thought; that tunic and her usual civvies really hide her figure. She had C-cups, a perfect handful and he was salivating at seeing them in her canary yellow sports bra. She pulled that over her head without any preamble, leaving her breasts dangling tantalizingly. Her torso was as perfectly sculpted as the rest of her; an artwork of female anatomy, both powerful and muscled while being curvaceous and feminine. Her shoulders were wider than he would have thought, and well muscled, but she shrank at the waist in the kind of perfect V shape that only very fit people could ever manage. Her abs were even more well defined than his own, standing out more against her leaner and more cut physique.
Gently, he reached forward and grabbed her breasts, kneading the flesh and making her moan as she threw her head back. He kissed her throat and then down to her nipples, repaying her earlier nipple play. Unlike him, the animalistic sounds she uttered made clear she was in to it. She wrapped her arms around his head to bring him closer as he suckled on her tits and his hands ran over every inch of her torso before heading further south. As he began tugging at her pants, she climbed off of him, forced to in order to disrobe.
Rikki pushed a button he hadn’t noticed on the seat and it automatically leaned back and the sides pulled back so it didn’t hug him as much. This also gave her the room to ditch her armored boots and shimmy her leggings off, along with her panties. It was intimate and only a little awkward in the Bat-Mobile’s cramped confines. But he was so focused on drinking in the sight of all of her that he scarcely remembered where they were doing this.
After her boots were off, it was just a matter of peeling the skintight armored leggings off, and she didn’t hesitate, stepping out of them to show off her fit body. He had thought of her as built like a gymnast the night they met, and that was accurate, even if she was actually a trapeze artist. Her broad shoulders narrowed to a V at her waist, and her hips curved out to give her an amazing hourglass shape that tapered to her surprisingly dainty feet. Her abs made a perfect V-line that pointed at her crotch, and her dark bush was neatly trimmed to frame her inflamed vagina. Her thighs were thick and muscled, and overall she was a perfect mix of muscle and curves. Her sweat sprinkled skin glistened in the low light of the Bat-Mobile’s interior lighting.
Rikki looked up at him, slightly bashful, as if waiting for his approval. His breath caught in his throat and he said the first thing that popped into his head.
“Beautiful…”
She smiled radiantly, then sank to her knees in front of him and began opening his belt. Belatedly, he helped and soon his pants were around his ankles, his cock springing to full attention in front of her face. She seemed surprised by it, and a warm glow filled him at her reaction. Rikki took hold of his manhood and he hissed at the feeling, and she smiled. Slowly she began jerking him off, blowing softly on the head while she did so, making him twitch. She made eye contact the entire time, and he was lost in her eyes and the feeling of her hand.
Then her mouth engulfed the head and he had to shut his eyes at the brain melting sensation. He was so worked up from her grinding on him before, he was desperately close to cumming already but struggled to hold back. She continued to blow him while using one hand to jerk him off, going further down his shaft with each stroke while her other hand fondled his balls. Her saliva made an effective lube for the handjob portion, and she went deeper and deeper until his head was hitting the back of her throat each time with a ‘glug!’. It was amazing, and each time she hit that point he almost came. Desperately he grabbed her head and buried his fingers in her dark hair. She clearly knew he was close, and she let him push her all the way down his shaft. His cock buried deep in her throat and he erupted, shooting rope after rope down her esophagus.
His toes curled as his cock twitched with every emission, the pleasure transcendental. The feel of her swallowing throat around his cock was indescribable. Connor was breathing heavily by the time Rikki came up for air, wiping a strand of his emission off the corner of her mouth. She was red faced and panting, but grinned wickedly at him and he felt the stirrings of something new deep inside of him. Slowly, she rose from her crouch in the footwell and leaned over him, but he surprised her when he grabbed her under the knees and hips and lifted her up into his lap, crotch first.
“What are you doing?” She asked, automatically grabbing his shoulders to steady herself as he lifted her up. He didn’t bother answering as he effortlessly held her with one hand under her ass, lining up her slit with his still lubricated shaft. Her eyebrows shot up as she realized what he was doing.
“You don’t have to. Its ok if-” Rikki started explaining but cut off as the head of his still rampant cock pressed against her dripping entrance.
“What was that about ‘You don’t have to’?” He asked with a cocksure grin.
Her mouth was an O of surprise as his tip began to split her lower mouth in a similar way.
“I just didn’t think you’d be able to go again so soon. Wow. You really do have a Super Dick…”
He raised an eyebrow at that particular comment, and she had the good sense to look embarrassed.
“Uh, Walli might have… mentioned… something…” She trailed off, and Connor rolled his eyes.
“So much for keeping it on the down low.” He said flatly, which made her scoff.
“Oh please, you two have been going at it like horny monkeys whenever you think nobody is around. Or won’t notice if they are around.” Rikki said, crossing her arms under delectable breasts, and the sight briefly distracted him from answering. Then he processed her words and in his scalp prickled with worry.
“Um, is that… okay?” He asked, but wasn’t even sure what he was asking.
Rikki stared at him for a moment, then put a gentle hand on his chest. Her answer, when it came, was calmer.
“You don’t have to ask me if it’s okay, Connor. Walli told me you wanted to keep things casual, and why. I respect that. I wasn’t trying to imply that you two sleeping together was bad. Just pointing out that you weren’t as circumspect as you seemed to think you were.” She said softly, and he looked away from her.
Of course she knows, she’s a detective. And Walli is her best friend. M’gann already knows, Kaldura probably does too. They’re not dumb. Being casual sex friends on the down low is a lot harder when you work and live with people.
“Right. I was just… I didn’t want to make it weird for anyone.”
“Its probably easier if you just let everyone know instead of trying to sneak around.” She said with a chuckle. The vibrations of her laugh through her body reminded him how excruciatingly close he was to exploring the deepest wonders of the girl in his lap, rather than the other one he was sleeping with.
“I’m glad that’s out of the way, then.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, it means there’s nothing to delay this anymore.” He said and dropped her in his lap. His cock, which had been nestled at her entrance, speared into her depths and they both moaned simultaneously. Rikki’s breath hitched as she put her forehead to his, while downstairs, she tried to adjust to the way his girth spread her open. She rallied and got her feet up on the armrests, leaving him buried to the hilt in her while they both enjoyed the exquisite sensation. Her pussy gripped his length like a velvet vice, and he loved it.
Then she began to bounce on him, setting the pace effortlessly. She grabbed a handle on the ceiling that seemed to have something to do with an ejection system to balance herself as she rode him desperately. It was clear it wasn’t her first rodeo, as she expertly bucked and writhed on him. Her tits swung hypnotically and her whole core muscle group was like a coiled spring as she undulated on him. It was one of the most beautiful and erotic sights of his life, and knowing it was her and where they were doing this almost made his brain squee itself into a stroke. But he pushed aside his nerd euphoria for the purely sensual euphoria of her riding his cock expertly.
She came up with agonizing slowness, until just the tip was in and then dropped down instantly, plopping back into his lap with a splat of her ardor. Each sequence made him groan and writhe in the seat, and his hands ran up and down her sides and chest, always coming back to active hips. He began to thrust up into her as she dropped down, gently, but he was getting close. Rikki’s eyes were closed as she got into the rhythm and shortly she was shouting her arrival.
“Cumming!” She shouted and screwed her eyes shut as she dropped down and quivered, his cock buried deep inside of her.
Connor could only give her a moment before he desperately grabbed her hips and began bringing her up and down on his cock. She weighed nothing to his strength, and she kept making her intoxicating O face as he continued to fuck her down his length. He was close, especially after seeing her cum, so after a few more pumps he roared as he emptied himself inside of her once more.
They both lay there panting and sweating, utterly spent. Rikki had collapsed on him in a puddle, a warm throw blanket dripping wet spread over his chest. Her head was on his shoulder, and he hugged her gently to him.
“Wow. I can confirm that you do, in fact, have a Super Dick.” She said wearily, a contented smile on her face.
Connor laughed.
“I guess I have to believe in the great detective. You really investigated that one thoroughly.”
“You should. I got lots of physical evidence and some testimonials.”
They both laughed at that.
“Well,” he said with false folksy wisdom. “You know what they say. Its about having the right gadget at the right time…”
She threw her cape at him.