[Putting up a profile on a dating site of all things is something Claire did entirely on a lark. It's not like she has any shortage of people to play with, both on a professional and personal level, but sometimes a girl just craves something new, someone she hasn't played with before, and her whim has struck the kind of gold she never could have anticipated.
Amaranth, the Amaranth, is on her way over. Claire has seen her on TV now and then, of course, maybe even seen her fly by once or twice, but she never thought she'd be inviting her to stop by, especially for the very particular purpose of fucking the hero senseless... or as senseless as she can manage with someone just this side of invincible. Not the easiest task Claire has set herself up to, by any stretch, but she has every intention of trying her very best.
But first, Amaranth has to arrive, and Claire did tell her she'd be waiting. She's true to her word, having shed every stitch of clothing she'd been wearing inside (which amounted to a bathrobe and underwear, but still), and out on the spacious balcony of her penthouse, she's lounging on a comfortable patio chair, one hand between her legs and two fingers pumping away inside herself.
For what feels like a long while, she sits there alone, moaning softly to herself and listening to the sounds of the city mixed with the wet noises of her fingers scissoring into her pussy. It'd been some time since the last message she and Amaranth had shared together, the one with the most vague hint imaginable as to her location. The idea that she wouldn't find her before Claire comes is square in her mind, and what a pity it'll be if it does happen. Maybe, subconsciously, that's what keeps her fingers moving slowly, drawing the moment out, until...
A swoosh gets her attention, and Claire smiles. Unless that's a particularly large bird that just flew by her place, it seems the night may end well after all. It takes her a few passes to find the right place, it seems, and it gives Claire just enough time to bring herself right to the edge before the hero finally manages to come in for a landing, nonchalant as can be.]
Hello, there. [She doesn't even stop pumping her fingers as Amaranth flips her hair and tries to look above it all. Her picture on the app had made her look young, but in person... well, it's hard to miss that she's still very much a brat barely out of being a kid.] I thought you might have, mm, gotten lost. Sit down, enjoy the... view.
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Date: 2023-03-30 01:11 am (UTC)Amaranth, the Amaranth, is on her way over. Claire has seen her on TV now and then, of course, maybe even seen her fly by once or twice, but she never thought she'd be inviting her to stop by, especially for the very particular purpose of fucking the hero senseless... or as senseless as she can manage with someone just this side of invincible. Not the easiest task Claire has set herself up to, by any stretch, but she has every intention of trying her very best.
But first, Amaranth has to arrive, and Claire did tell her she'd be waiting. She's true to her word, having shed every stitch of clothing she'd been wearing inside (which amounted to a bathrobe and underwear, but still), and out on the spacious balcony of her penthouse, she's lounging on a comfortable patio chair, one hand between her legs and two fingers pumping away inside herself.
For what feels like a long while, she sits there alone, moaning softly to herself and listening to the sounds of the city mixed with the wet noises of her fingers scissoring into her pussy. It'd been some time since the last message she and Amaranth had shared together, the one with the most vague hint imaginable as to her location. The idea that she wouldn't find her before Claire comes is square in her mind, and what a pity it'll be if it does happen. Maybe, subconsciously, that's what keeps her fingers moving slowly, drawing the moment out, until...
A swoosh gets her attention, and Claire smiles. Unless that's a particularly large bird that just flew by her place, it seems the night may end well after all. It takes her a few passes to find the right place, it seems, and it gives Claire just enough time to bring herself right to the edge before the hero finally manages to come in for a landing, nonchalant as can be.]
Hello, there. [She doesn't even stop pumping her fingers as Amaranth flips her hair and tries to look above it all. Her picture on the app had made her look young, but in person... well, it's hard to miss that she's still very much a brat barely out of being a kid.] I thought you might have, mm, gotten lost. Sit down, enjoy the... view.