Longer Than Expected

Helena scanned the abandoned theater, hoping once more that the arms deal would go down already so she could move in and wrap this up. She didn’t mind stake-outs, but she’d mind them even less if Nightwing were here to keep her company, as they’d planned. Unfortunately, he’d canceled at the last minute, and now she was stuck with Robin. He was a good kid, but that’s all he was—a kid. She needed a man.

And it was taking too damn long for this deal to go down. By the time she was done, the bars would be closed, everyone in her little black book would be in bed. But from the way Tim’s eyes ran furtively over her lush body, she thought there might be a solution to that.

She’d noticed the hungry way he’d looked at her ever since they’d met up. She’d never have a virgin before. And Tim at least had the body to satisfy her—maybe not the instincts, but there was only one way to find out.

She knew better than to move too fast or to be too bold, though. Tim was a suburbs kid, upper middle class, as preppie as they came. He wanted her, yeah, but he’d have qualms about actually getting her. She’d have to take care of those first. And while letting him fuck her might or might not be fulfilling, seducing the good son would definitely be fun.

“Is there any reason we have to stand here all night?” she sighed. Then she held up a hand to hold back the pedantic lecture she knew Tim was capable of. “I know we can’t chance those guns hitting the streets, but do we have to literally stand here? Aren’t there some folding chairs downstairs somewhere?”

Tim darted for the rooftop access, eager to please. “I’ll see if I can find any.”

Helena smiled behind his back. Tim was falling over himself to get into her good graces. He’d do even more to satisfy her if she played her cards right.

She knew she looked good, even to the choirboy. Her costume amounted to skimpy shorts, a halter top, and thigh-high stockings, all either hugging her curves or laying them bare. She purposely wiggled her hips, her ass, as she moved to intercept Tim. Inside her halter, her tits bounced without a bra.

“Let me lead the way,” she said, hefting her crossbow. “I wouldn’t want to put an impressionable little thing like you in danger.”

Tim’s face screwed up with teenage resentment of being infantilized. “I’m not some kid.”

“Sure, sure,” Helena preceded him down the stairs. She knew how to walk so her cape rolled out of the way, giving him an enticing view of her firm, juicy ass and how it wiggled. Tim almost tripped on the stairs, not looking where he was going when he could watch her swinging hips instead.

Her firm buttocks bounced and swayed within the tight confines of her costume, gripping her creamy cheeks so firmly, but letting go of them just above her thighs. And then that bare skin soon became her long, long stockings. Her boots. Helena wondered which he wanted more: her ass or her legs.

Tim, of course, wanted both. It was out of the question, though. She was an adult. He was… well, not a kid, but too young for her to ever take an interest in. There was no way he could seduce her and no way she would ever seduce him.

But Tim could look. He didn’t think he could not look at that luscious body, with even more curves than muscles under that flawless olive skin…

They found a stack of folding chairs right there in the stairwell leading up to the roof. Tim picked up all of them before, with a giggle from Helena, he realized they only needed two. He set them down sheepishly.

Helena picked up one. “Eager to show me how strong you are, huh?” she needled him. “You’ll get your chance soon enough.”

Tim wondered what she meant by that before remembering why they were there. The arms deal. They’d be fighting plenty of people once the two gangs arrived. He could impress her plenty then, assuming she even noticed while dealing with her own side of the party.

Back up on the roof, Helena set up her folding chair. She didn’t sit down in it, but dusted the seat with her cape. Tim couldn’t stop looking at her, wanting her. When she cleaned off the chair, she bent over, and using her cape to do it, her ass was fully exposed, blooming against the skintight material covering it. He could almost feel the ripe flesh straining to be free. For such a tautly muscled woman, Helena was deliciously curvy. Tim imagined how soft and warm and pleasing she’d be to touch…

Helena didn’t seem to look at him, but she was well aware of what he was thinking. He kept staring at her, staring at her ass, not noticing that she was watching him out of the corner of her eye, when her face was half-turned. She saw him unconsciously lick his lips and almost laughed out loud with glee. He wanted her so badly, he might start drooling at any minute. Just like Dick—the Batcave sure churned them out young, dumb, and full of cum.

Helena yawned and stretched her arms, raising them high above her head so that her halter rode up, showing the lowermost curves of her breasts through her straining belly window. Tim had seated himself by then. When he saw her stretching, he almost fell off the folding chair. He could see the roundness of her cleavage nearly to her areola. He ached to see more. He throbbed to actually touch her breasts.

Helena went to the edge of the roof, taking a tiny spyglass from one of her pouches and looking through it at the meeting place. Still deserted. She didn’t bend over and give Tim another look at her ass—wouldn’t want him to become desensitized to the sight—but she did put her foot up on the parapet like Captain Morgan, showing off her toned thigh, corded with muscle within the creamy flesh. Tim’s eyes were the size of saucers.

“I thought these dumb goombas would be here by now. This is taking longer than expected.” Helena clutched her tongue in disapproval, like she was more offended by the bad guys’ tardiness than their plans for murder and mayhem. “I’m getting old, Robin. I can’t stay up all night anymore. You’re lucky you’re so young. I bet you’re out here doing this all night, every night—then you go to school in the morning like nothing happened.”

“Well, you could take a break,” Tim suggested. “Sit down and rest while I stand watch. I’ll wake you if anything happens.”

“Nice of you to offer, Robin. At least someone in your crew hasn’t forgotten how to treat a lady.”

Helena went to seat herself—but to Tim’s shock, she did it right on top of him.

Smiling affectionately at him, she wiggled her soft ass around in his lap, getting comfortable, and grinding the heat of her flesh right into his groin. Tim gawked at her, not knowing what to do.

“You’re so good to me, Tim,” Helena purred, reclining against his chest. “I was hoping to spend the night with Dick, but you’re great company too.”

Tim gulped, not at all sure what she meant by that. He couldn’t resist giving her thigh a pat—hoping he was doing it in a friendly, platonic way, no matter how wonderful that bare skin felt, even through his glove.

“Thanks… Helena,” he said, not used to being on a first-name basis with her either. “I’m happy to keep you company. Maybe we can do it again sometime.”

“Yes,” Helena cooed. “It would be a shame to only do it once. My experience is that it gets better and better the more you do it. That’s how it was with Dick.”

She absently trailed a fingertip along Tim’s cheekbone and down his neck. Her face was close to his—all she let him see was her pouty red lips and the point of her little pink tongue when she spoke. Helena could feel him trying not to shake with excitement.

“You know I’m with Dick right now,” Helena said. “And I love Dick. But when he ditches me like this, it really makes me want to get back at him. You know what I mean? Do something that will really drive him crazy…”

“Yeah…” Tim said, barely listening to her at all. He patted her thigh again, now feeling the strap of the holster she strapped to her upper leg. It felt incredibly tight, like something out of bondage.

Helena sighed happily at his touch and wiggled her sleek ass in his lap. Tim closed his eyes to control himself. It was a wonder he hadn’t gotten an erection already, but he kept reminding himself that Helena was Dick’s girl… lucky, lucky Dick…