On their third day of waiting, Batman had announced that he was off to go collect more firewood. It was still drizzling on and off, but Jada did her best to launder her costume on the shore of the freshwater lagoon to the east of their camp. She hung it up to drip somewhat dry on some branches and swam the length of the lagoon. At the center, she floated on her back and listened to the water tumbling from the stream behind her. The sensation of weightlessness was deeply calming, warding off the looming impatience over when they would get off the island. She swam back to the grass, pausing to wring the water from her hair. As she fixed her sight in the direction of the camp, she was startled to see Batman a few feet away, still picking up firewood. She could have easily got back into the water. She could have covered herself, but wouldn’t it be fun to make him uncomfortable? And if anything else were to happen, she would like that, too. How many people could say they’d fucked Batman? She stood up straight, allowing her naked body to be in full view.
Batman had no intention of imposing on his new acquaintance as she bathed. He wondered why she didn’t have the good sense to give him a head’s up that she would be bathing. He was startled to see her nude and so close by… he almost dropped the sticks he was carrying. He made a fast effort to compose himself, a skill he learned in his years of training in the martial arts. It didn’t stop him from taking in the view. Her long black hair was swept over one shoulder but not covering either of her large, firm breasts that were wet and shiny. The water must be pretty cold, he mused, noting her erect nipples. Water was still streaming down her tan body, which looked so lithe and strong… yet soft and feminine in all the right places. His gaze fell from her smooth stomach down to her small landing strip of pubic hair along the lips of her pussy.
He had to laugh at himself because his first thought was that now he knew she had no weapons. In the costume, he wasn’t in the sexual kind of mindset. However, he knew that she was definitely up to some kind of psychological game.
Their eyes met, although Jada could not see his pupils through his mask. He decided to act as if he had stumbled upon any friend bathing on a camping trip- no big deal. Not because he actually felt that it was no big deal, but because he thought it might annoy her. He was a little annoyed that she would stand there so brazenly, so invitingly. What kind of game was this? What, he was supposed to let his guard down just because she looked like that naked? He wasn’t some amateur. Didn’t she know that?! Batman kept walking. He stopped to pick up more firewood and continued on his way. He gave her the smallest smirk as he left the area of the lagoon.
Fucker, she thought.
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