"Miles High (And Climbing)" - Part 2 of 2
Chapter Two: Zinda, Now
Zinda smelled like sweet shampoo and oiled leather. She tasted like Jack Daniel’s.
After a few minutes Zinda broke the kiss and nuzzled Barbara’s ear. “Would you mind too much if I were to perform sexual acts on you right now, ma’am?” she asked.
Barbara’s heart skipped a beat. She closed her eyes, collected herself, opened them again. “Proceed at your discretion,” she whispered hoarsely.
And then old memories returned as Babs found herself once again lifted out of her wheelchair in her lady-lover’s strong arms. Zinda was no Kryptonian, but she was a strong, fit, athletic woman who was perfectly capable of lifting a 130-pound paraplegic and carrying her a few feet to her bed.
Zinda set her down carefully on that bed, then hopped up and knelt astride her waist. “Let’s see if my wet dreams lied to me or not about what you look like underneath these clothes,” she said, and began unbuttoning Barbara’s blouse.
When she’d unbuttoned it all the way down, Zinda slipped her hands inside to gently carress her sides and belly. Babs jumped and squeaked with laughter as Zinda suddenly darted her hands up and tickled her underarms.
“Oh God no Zinda please please please…” Barbara, to her helpless embarrassment, dissolved into gales of little-girl laughter as those long, talented fingers tormented her.
“Your ticklishness is noted for future reference, Skipper,” Zinda purred. “And will be put to good use sometime when I’m not feelin’ quite so romantic as I am right now.”
Smiling at that exciting threat, Barbara leaned back with a sigh and closed her eyes as Zinda’s gentle hands ranged all over her upper body. She felt her blouse pulled up over her shoulders. “Lift up,” Zinda whispered, and Barbara obeyed. The blouse disappeared onto the floor, and Babs shivered and got goosebumps at the sudden rush of cooler air on her bare skin.
All of Barbara’s bras - including the cute pink one she was wearing now - had their clasps in the front so it was easier to get them on and off while sitting in her chair. Zinda lowered her head to Babs’ chest, getting a gasp of delight from her redheaded lover as her tongue tickled its way up and down the cleavage between those pink cups.
Barbara gazed down in fascination as Zinda - using only her teeth and lips and tongue, no hands - undid the clasp and let the bra fall open, baring her breasts.
“How did you do that?” she marveled.
“In my line of work, dexterity is a must,” the lovely pilot explained. “And you can’t always count on having your hands free.
“Now stand up girls,” she said to Barbara’s brown nipples. “Lady Blackhawk wants to play.”
The nipples obeyed instantly, thanks to the chilly air, quickly replaced by the heavenly, soft, wet warmth of Zinda’s mouth. She took a breast in each hand and squeezed, kneading and massaging the soft globes as her oral attentions shifted from nipple to nipple and back again.
Barbara gave a low growl of pleasure and arched her back, thrusting her jugs up into Zinda’s face. The sucking and licking felt wonderful - Barbara felt like her nipples and her clit were connected by a live wire.
Suddenly, Zinda abandoned her oral duties, leaving Barbara to whine with disappointment and stare blearily down at her own saliva-soaked tits. Then her gaze shifted eagerly to the sight of Zinda standing next to the bed in that sexy uniform of hers, smiling down at Barbara with a grin that promised much, much more to come.
Zinda reached up underneath her pleated black miniskirt and pulled down her black underpants, sliding them slowly down her long, gorgeous, creamy legs until they came to rest on the insteps of her boots. “Permission to get stark naked, Skipper?” she requested in that perky, adorable Dolly Parton voice of hers.
“Granted,” Babs said with a smile. “But for the record, I wouldn’t mind at all if you left that outfit on while we’re… um… playing. It’s sexy, Zinda. Really sexy.”
“Thank you kindly,” Zinda said with a smile. “And I do understand. But… this is my Blackhawk uniform, Barbara. I wouldn’t want to dishonor it by using it as a sex aid. Not that there’s anything dishonorable about what we’re doing together, but… this uniform is real important to me, especially now that my boys are all gone, and it just wouldn’t be appropriate. You understand, don’t you?”
“I do,” Barbara replied. She heaved an exaggerated sigh. “I guess if honor dictates that you must strip naked while I lie here and eat you up with my eyes, that’s the way it’s going to have to be.”
“What an understanding Skipper I have,” Zinda chirped. “I promise you, the best outfit for makin’ num-nums is my birthday suit. Or maybe an Alice in Wonderland costume, if you ask nicely later on. I do a pretty good Alice in Wonderland. God knows I feel a lot like her sometimes.”
“I’ll set an alarm to remind me to do just that,” Barbara promised, shuddering at the thought and trying hard not to die of lust on the spot.
Zinda might not have been willing to have sex in her uniform, but she certainly had nothing against removing it in a way that made both of Barbara’s mouths water.
She watched as Zinda undid both rows of buttons on her tunic and slid it off, revealing a pretty, frilly patterned bra. Zinda carefully folded the tunic and laid it over the back of a chair. Then she turned back towards Barbara, reached behind herself to undo her clasp, and let the bra drop to the floor.
Those breasts had starred in some of Babs’s favorite vibrator-riding fantasies, and she now discovered that the real things more than lived up to the hype her imagination had given them. Zinda’s rack wasn’t the size of Huntress’s or Black Canary’s, and not even in the same ballpark as Power Girl’s… but it was bigger than average, and firm, and lovely. Two beautiful pink headlights pointed right toward the place where the walls met the ceiling.
Zinda blushed and smiled in silence, obviously pleased by the excellent review written all over Barbara’s face. She reached down and shimmied her black miniskirt down her legs, stepping out of it and into a state of glorious nudity.
“Just for you, I’ll leave my boots on,” she said to Babs as she folded her skirt and laid it next to her tunic. “You like?”
“Oh, yes, I like.” Babs found it hard to speak above a whisper.
“You want?”
“Yes…”
“You’ve got.”
Zinda strutted gracefully over and sat on the edge of Barbara’s bed. She reached down to brush a stray strand of red hair out of her lover’s face, then let that hand stroke her cheek as she bent down for a kiss.
As the blonde pilot’s sweet lollipop lips captured her own, Barbara sent her own hand exploring, letting her fingertips trace the graceful swell of Zinda’s hip, up her side… the perfect S-curve of her back and flanks. She realized she’d never wanted anything or anyone more than she wanted this woman right now.
After a few minutes Zinda kissed her way up Babs’ nose and forehead to the top of her head, letting her breasts take over custody of Barbara’s mouth. Babs felt her heart flutter with excitement as she remembered that delicious long-ago session with Kara… but Zinda was no Kryptonian. Her tender parts required a gentler touch.
Zinda gasped and giggled at the feather-tickle kisses Babs rained all over her breasts and nipples, and then gasped even harder at the enthusiasm with which the redhead suckled her.
“I d-don’t think you’re gonna get any milk out of there, Skipper,” she teased. “But don’t let that stop you. Ooooh, that’s good…”
A couple of playful teeth-nips made Zinda yelp and shudder and pull away. “Too fast,” she gasped. “Too soon. That felt good, Barbara, oh God did it ever feel good, but I wanna make it last. Wanna make it special. A few more seconds of that and I’d’ve turned inside out and upside down.”
Barbara nodded, trying not to show how pleased she was at the excitement she was inspiring in her pretty partner.
Zinda shivered and hugged herself, though not because of the cold. She looked at Barbara and noticed that…
“Hey, you’re still only half naked. What’s up with that?” She gave Babs a stern look. “Your pants need pulling down.”
“Then get to work, soldier,” Babs teased right back.
Zinda clucked in disapproval and got to work untying Barbara’s sneakers. Soon they both hit the floor with twin clunks. Next, she tossed a pair of white socks over her shoulders, one by one.
“Now, allow me,” Zinda said formally as she unbuttoned Barbara’s jeans, then slid them down, leaving a pair of pink bikini panties the only issue still remaining.
“Sorry, pinkie,” Zinda told them. “But you’re definitely gonna be in the way.”
Babs closed her eyes and bit her lip, shuddering as her final defense slipped down her useless legs and over her useless feet.
“Much better,” Zinda murmured. “Barbara Gordon, you are a vision. You’re so beautiful.”
“Mmmm. Thank you, and right back at you.”
Zinda ran her hands lovingly up and down both of Barbara’s paralyzed thighs. “You can’t feel when I do this, can you?”
“No,” Babs admitted. “But I can see it. And that turns me on just as much.”
Zinda smiled at that, and leaned down to leave twin trails of kisses and licks up Barbara’s inner thighs. Babs shuddered and sighed as she watched Zinda draw ever closer to a spot where she most definitely did still have full sensation.
Zinda paused just before reaching that destination.
“I’m gonna make love to you with my mouth now, honey,” she said softly. “You’re only the second woman I’ve ever done this to, and the first… uh, earthling… so it’s safe to say I don’t much know what I’m doing. If I do something you don’t like, I want you to let me know, okay?”
Barbara nodded, mute with need.
Zinda smiled. “And if I do something you do like, I want you to let me know that too.”
Babs swallowed with a dry throat and nodded again. She watched Zinda’s beautiful blue eyes disappear between her legs, nothing left visible except a tickly pool of soft blonde hair.
At the first contact of Zinda’s tongue with her swollen, soaking vulva, Babs grunted like she’d been punched in the stomach, and jerked nearly bolt-upright in the bed.
“Oh my God,” she whimpered in a voice that sounded nothing like hers. “Oh my God. You’re doing something I like! You’re doing something I like! Ooooooo….”
Zinda let out a muffled laugh. She came up for air for a moment. “Let me know when you’re getting’ ready to pop,” she said. “Your little girl in the boat is such a cutie… I’m gonna hold her down and tickle her while she goes over the waterfall.” Then she buried her face even deeper in Barbara.
This wasn’t the first time Babs had been eaten out, of course, but it might as well have been. The feeling was so different. Zinda’s tongue felt so new and different on and in her.
Barbara tried to compare it to the most pleasant sessions of boy-sex she’d had… and there had been a few of those. Strong, sweaty, sculpted body writhing on top of her, pumping deep inside her, again and again and again… her hands gripping rock-hard buttocks tighter and tighter, sinking her nails into those rising and falling humps… and then the spasms of ecstasy tearing through her, triggering her lover’s own orgasm as he flooded her insides…
But this was better. It was so intense, and so new, and so beautiful. Softness instead of hardness, wriggling instead of thrusting, grace instead of power. The only thing missing was the delightful, satisfying sense of fullness that came from having a man deep inside her…
As if reading her mind, Zinda thrust a pair of long fingers all the way into her. They thrust in and out a few times in tandem, then started wiggling inside her with their own separate agendas.
“Don’t hold back, lover,” came Zinda’s sex-husky voice. “Let it all out. Come nice and hard for me…”
Zinda’s voice seemed to be coming through a long tunnel, and the dim lights in the room seemed to be fading to shimmering blackness. Babs wriggled and squeezed and tensed her muscles, but there was no way to hold back any longer. Just no way.
Barbara thought her orgasm might very well kill her with its intensity. She’d never experienced anything remotely like it before, in reality or in her wildest dreams. How could her damaged spine possibly manage to transmit such sensation from her vagina to her brain and back again? She didn’t know. She was vaguely aware of her own desperate sobs, of pounding her fists frantically against the mattress…
And things came slowly back into focus. Beautiful blue eyes gazed lovingly down at her, framed by golden hair. “Did you like that?” asked the goddess.
Barbara responded by bursting into tears.
Zinda cuddled her in silence until that unbelievable, emotional rush of hormones finally came under control.
“Lady Blackhawk,” Babs finally whispered into her ear. “Thanks for flying into my life.”
Zinda kissed her and smiled. “I am much more than happy to help, beautiful.”
“Now it’s your turn.”
The blonde smiled again, and flushed a little. “Just thinkin’ about that makes me feel like I’m gonna come right here and now.”
“Go ahead,” Babs said. “There’ll be a lot more where that came from. Now c’mere.”
Zinda slowly crawled up until she was kneeling astride Babs’ upper body. Trembling with excitement, she steadied herself by gripping the headboard, and lowered herself carefully into position on Barbara’s face.
Babs noted with amusement that old-school Zinda didn’t trim her natural-blonde pubic hair at all. The fluffy, sweet-scented curls tickled her cheeks and chin as the lovely blonde settled into position. Zinda’s vulva was crimson, very wet, very aroused. Barbara knew she’d have to take it slowly and gently, to make it as good and satisfying for her lover as possible.
With her left hand, Babs reached up to caress the beautiful thigh that knelt alongside her head. With the other, she groped until she caught Zinda’s hand, and squeezed it reassuringly. She wanted to hold her lover all the way through this experience and out the other side.
This was Barbara’s first experience with performing oral sex on a woman… she’d never gotten the chance to go down on Kara, although she’d like to have. The way Zinda gasped and jumped when her tongue first made contact charmed her, and she gripped tighter on to her lover’s smooth thigh and strong fingers.
Exploring with her tongue, Babs was fascinated by the feel of Zinda’s secret places… the soft labia, the tangy-tasting inner walls, the tiny but pebble-hard clitoris, the firm moist valleys between her lips and thighs, and the brushy tickle of her hair.
Zinda was soooo delightfully excited, and struggling so to keep it together. She huffed and puffed so hard Babs expected her to pass out from hyperventilation at any moment. Every so often, when Barbara’s tongue lashed a particularly special spot, the puffing would be interrupted by a powerful body-shaking shudder and a loud moan muffled by tightly clenched teeth.
Closer and closer and closer. Babs could feel Zinda’s thighs shaking and trembling constantly now against both of her cheeks. Looking up, all she could see was Zinda’s sleek, heaving belly leading up to the jiggling overhang of her breasts, with a swirl of blonde hair just visible somewhere up above that. Sweat ran in rivulets down that beautiful tummy, and dripped off those breasts onto Barbara’s forehead.
“I can’t stand it,” Zinda whimpered. “I can’t take any more, sweetie. I just can’t. I’m gonna bust… oh, I’m gonna bust….”
One last huge full-body shiver, and then every muscle in Zinda’s body seemed to contract at once. There were a few seconds of odd silence as Babs felt Zinda’s inner muscles spasm powerfully against her tongue… once, twice, three times…
And then a huge intake of breath, followed by a long volley of hysterical sobs and cries and whimpers and squeaks and nonsensical, pleading attempts at speech. Babs felt a little flood of sweet, warm juice in her mouth. Fascinated by the taste, she swirled it around her mouth a few times before swallowing it, as if she was at a wine-tasting party.
Zinda came for well over a minute, but there may well have been more than one orgasm in there. Barbara discovered that whenever the blonde’s contractions seemed to be slackening off, she could press the tip of her tongue against the roof of her vagina, just inside and behind the clitoris, and the climax would come back in full force.
Finally, however, they’d both ridden that little trick as far as it could go. At last, with a long moan of pleasure, Zinda’s naked, sweaty body collapsed backwards onto Barbara, her head finally coming to rest between her lover’s knees.
It was a while before Zinda’s breathing returned to the point where she could speak easily.
“How do you feel now?” Barbara asked her.
“Like a million bucks,” Zinda replied with a deep, satisfied sigh. “That right there made my whole life worth living, if nothing else ever happened to me.”
Babs bit her lip with delight at such a wonderful compliment. “So what do we do now?”
With effort, Zinda heaved herself up into a sitting position. “Well, according to the clock on your dresser the time is now twenty-one hundred hours and thirteen minutes. By twenty-one thirty, I should be able to stand up again without getting too dizzy. At that time, I will (with your permission) pick you up and take you into the shower, where I will turn on the water, let it beat down on us, and have my way with you up against the tile wall. Then I’ll put your pretty ass down on the bath chair, lather up my hands, and make you the cleanest woman in Gotham City, inside and out. And then I’d be obliged if you’d return that favor for me. After we thoroughly towel each other off we will return to this location, change these wet sheets, and sleep like dead women, in a spoon position, until the alarm rings at oh-seven hundred tomorrow morning.”
She sighed sadly. “And then I’ll walk out of your life for a little while, while you go do whatever it is you have to do by yourself. And I’ll miss you terribly, and commit self-abuse every single day thinking about what we did together… and long for the day I see you again. Because I’m awful bad in love with you, Barbara Gordon.”
Babs reached up to run her fingers through Zinda’s hair, and remembered what Power Girl had said to her. “Are you sure that’s not just the orgasm talking, sweetheart?”
“Hmmm. Nope. My orgasm has a higher-pitched voice than that, as I’m sure you heard. No, I couldn’t be more in love with you if somebody cast a spell on me.”
Babs put her hand on Zinda’s shoulder and pulled her gently down to lie next to her. “Well, it just so happens I’m awful bad in love with you, too. Isn’t it nice how well that worked out?”
“Nice ain’t a good enough word for it.” Zinda nuzzled happily against the warmth of Barbara’s neck.
“I like your plan for tonight and tomorrow, with one little addition,” Barbara said. “At oh-seven hundred hours tomorrow morning we’re going to get dressed, and I’m going to take you out to breakfast, and I’m going to make no secret at all of how in love with you I am. I’m not going anywhere until I’ve had a chance to show off my beautiful new girlfriend to all of Gotham City.”
“Mmmm,” said Zinda, kissing Barbara’s earlobe. “I sure don’t want to make a secret of it. Wonder what Dinah and Helena are going to say about this.”
“Don’t know. But I’m gonna tell them not to knock it until they’ve tried it.”
“Why, you dirty girl. That sounds like an invitation. Are you lookin’ to take on two birds at once? Or three?”
“Well, they are both beautiful, sexy women. And you and I are an exceptionally open-minded pair, aren’t we? There may have to be Jack Daniels involved. But whatever happens…” she leaned over and kissed Zinda on the nose… “you’re my steady girl. Got that, Lady Blackhawk?”
“Got it,” said Zinda with a happy chuckle. “Right there with you all the way, Skipper. Hope you’re ready for some altitude.”
“I am now, baby. Bring it on.”