Oh Captain

Steve was a dream of a man. His shoulders were broad and he had a build that was just too good to be true. He stood over six feet tall, with wavy blond hair that fell beautifully into place. Linda longed to run her hands through it.

“Now that the fight’s over, I guess you’ll be headed back to your own universe.”

“It’s what’s best,” Steve said, his deep voice just rugged enough to be undeniably masculine, but still having plenty of boyishness to it. Here was a man who wasn’t too dignified to roll around on the floor, wrestling with a happy dog or four. “I have responsibilities back home. Fights to finish. And you have plenty of heroes here.”

“Not any like you,” Linda said, tacitly not mentioning that while Kal was a lot like Steve, he was also related to her.

Her eyes strayed to Steve’s crotch. She hoped, for Lois’s sake, that Kal had a bulge like that.

“There aren’t many like you back home either.”

His words made her tingle all over. She could almost feel the hardness hidden in his trousers—wanted to reach over and whip it out for him. Linda fought to control herself and clasped her hands primly in front of her crotch.

“Captain Rogers, you don’t think that—since we don’t have much time to get to know each other—maybe we could pretend we got all the time we wanted—instead of regretting what didn’t get to happen?”

For a moment, Steve looked very far away. Sad, but resolute. Like a man who’d had to cut off an arm to save his entire body.

“Hey.” Linda lifted his chin. “That means being glad we knew each other, not sad we had to go away. Let’s celebrate instead of crying.”

She took a deep breath and thrust out her chest. Steve’s eyes couldn’t help but roam her breasts and the tight, straining top she had on. It adhered so closely to her skin that he could see all of her deep cleavage, and the lack of any bra to make her bust so high and proud.

“Celebrate?” Steve asked, blinking, trying not to make a big deal out of looking away from her tits…

“Like instead of being pissed we didn’t have enough time to build up to doing something…” She took his hand and moved it to a soft breast. He squeezed her nubile flesh gently. “We say we did have enough time. And we do it.”