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Tempest Island	By : HeyBats Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Justice League Views: 9796 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The first meeting of the Justice League Unlimited is now in session." Superman intoned.

"Justice League Unlimited?" Flash asked skeptically from the corner chair.

The six remaining teammates from the original Justice League including Superman, Flash, Green Lantern, Martian Manhunter, Batman and Wonder Woman were seated around the dining table at Wayne Manor. The recent confrontation with the Thanagarians had destroyed the Watchtower and Bruce Wayne was working overtime trying to procure the funds for a bigger, better version of their headquarters.

Until a new Watchtower could be assembled in orbit, the League was faced with the prospect of meeting at Bruce Wayne’s dining table for the foreseeable future. Diana and J’onn had used the Watchtower as their permanent residence and its destruction meant that both of them had by necessity moved into the residential wing of the Manor. While it wasn’t their first choice for either a residence or a temporary headquarters, both of them had quickly grown used to Alfred’s cooking and quickly rejected Batman’s plea to move into apartments he’d procured for them in Gotham City a week later.

"We agreed that Hawkgirl’s expulsion from the League necessitated a change of our name." Wonder Woman interjected. "Given the public’s mistrust of metas after the Thanagarian invasion, it only makes sense to try and change their perception of us… rebuild their trust in us, hopefully." She added with a flash of anger as the memory of Hawkgirl’s betrayal still burned in her memory.

"Besides rebuilding the Watchtower, what’s the most urgent matter facing the League?" J’onn J’onzz asked from his chair.

"Finding Shayera." John Stewart shouted from his chair.

"John, enough about Shayera!" Superman glared from the head of the table. His face softened a bit when he saw the pain evident on his friend’s face. Superman took in a deep breath and softened his tone in an attempt to reach out to his colleague. "John…we’ve been over this already. We should give her more time to get her head straightened out before we can even discuss whether she’ll ever rejoin us. She wouldn’t be any good to the League right now even if we were ready to ask. Frankly, right now we’re not y any and neither is she."

The Leaguers looked at each other with grim expressions as they privately relived the details of their closest battle yet since the conflict with the Invaders. Compared with the Thanagarians, the ‘White Martians’ had turned out to be a relatively easy battle for the League. The dual loss of both their teammate and their headquarters were but a few reminders of how close the battle had been. Wayne Manor even showed a few scars from where the Thanagarians had smashed their way into the living room in pursuit of the League. Flash saw painpain on his friend’s face and opened his mouth to support Lantern’s defense of Hawkgirl’s return when Batman’s deep voice resonated from the head of the table opposite Superman.

"I’ve got a matter that I’ve been investigating for a few weeks now in the Straits of Malacca…it’ll probably call me away for a couple of days."

"What’s going on in the Strait?" John Stewart asked. His military background gave him first-hand knowledge as to the strategic value the Strait represented to the navies of the world. He still had some Marine Corps buddies on active duty in the area and was concerned about their well-being.

"Piracy on a scale I’ve never seen." Batman responded in monotone. "Supertankers are disappearing, cargo carriers ed wed with high-tech equipment enter the Strait then are never seen again. The Asian financial markets are getting nervous and governments in the region are starting to blame each other behind closed doors. The next step would likely involve military intervention by the American, Indonesian, Indian, Japanese and Chinese navies, all of whom don’t trust each other enough to act in concert to stop the pirates. Even worse, an incident between any of those navies represents a likely flashpoint for another Pacific War."

"And no one has claimed responsibility?" John Stewart asked dubiously.

"Shipping and insurance companies have kept the disappearances quiet so far in hopes that the pirates willt ast ask a ransom to release the ships and their cargo. That has been the typical m ope operandi for years in the Strait but this looks like something new. I only heard about it because a shipment of components destined for the next Watchtower were seized on a cargo ship last week. WayneTech and the League both need those components or the construction of the next Watchtower will be delayed another three months." Batman looked at Alfred banging thru the doors to the kitchen with another tray of food for Flash and added, "I don’t think my refrigerator will hold out that long."

"Anything that requires our unified strength?" Superman asked with a laugh.

"Actually, Diana may be able to help on this one. That is, if she doesn’t mind changing her appearance a bit." Batman replied with a smug expression.

Diana wheeled around in her chair to gauge his expression. "What kind of ‘appearance changes’ do you have in mind?" she asked suspiciously.

"You’ll see." He replied without elaboration, then as an afterthought added, "We’ll have to do some shopping before we leave."

Twenty minutes later, Alfred and Bruce were standing in his bedroom closet, itemizing the clothes Bruce Wayne would need for this mission.

"Pardon for the intrusion, Master Bruce, but I overheard you mention during the meeting that Miss Diana would be accompanying you on this trip?"

Bruce nodded, sorting thru the tropical weather and summer clothes in search of something suitable for the upcoming flight.

"May I ask Sir, are you sure that is a wise decision?" Alfred asked with a twinkle in his eye that Bruce knew meant Alfred was enjoying the moment.

"What do you mean?" Bruce asked with a blank expression which even Alfred had a hard time reading.

"Ever since the Thanagarians retreated from Earth, you and Miss Diana have been spending a lot of time together." Alfred observed loftily.

"She’s been homeleinceince I crashed the Watchtower…so has J’onn. Would you prefer that I asked them to sleep in the stables?" Bruce asked with a smirk. "Besides, I asked them to move to the City last week but you’re cooking has kept them here. You have no one to blame but yourself."

"I’m not looking for someone to blame, Master Bruce." Alfred said dryly. "In fact, she has been a breath of fresh air into the Manor that I haven’t seen…since…well, since your Mother was here."

Bruce paused, considering the message that his surrogate father was trying to tell him. He admitted to himself that Diana had been a welcome addition to the Manor these last few weeks. While he spent most of his waking hours either at the WayneTech headquarters or downstairs in the Cave, his early return to the Manor two days before had awakened something in him which he hadn’t experienced in years: jealousy.

Two days before –
Bruce returned to the Manor early as a demonstration of a new alloy at WayneTech was cancelled at the last minute. He threw his coat on the rack, looking for signs of activity in the Manor, then heard peals of laughter emanating from the kitchen. He approached the door but didn’t dare to enter, fearing his arrival would spoil the fun that J’onn, Diana and Alfred were having at his expense.
Alfred had them in stitches, telling them about Bruce’s first abortive attempts to patrol the city as Batman. The lack of a Batmobile and his inability to put together a working costume typically resulted in serious injuries to the would-be hero, resulting in more frustration on his part than actual accomplishments or arrests of criminals.

The laughter died down however when Diana quietly observed that "He may not have started out a hero, but look what he’s done since then. We’d be nowhere without him…his willpower alone pulled us together during the Invaders War."

J’onn nodded his head in agreement. "I somes wes wonder if he tries to take on more than he can handle due to his lack of special powers, however. If it wasn’t for Superman’s timely intervention, he would have sacrificed himself with the Watchtower."

Diana’s head whipped over to J’onn in surprise. "You didn’t tell me that!"

"You and Lantern were battling the Thanagarians." J’onn observed. "We really haven’t taken much time since Shayera’s expulsion to trade war stories."

Bruce tiptoed away from the kitchen then headed downstairs to the Cave. He changed into the Batsuit and was logging through a number of case files when he heard her approach.

"Can I do something for you Diana?" he asked in the cold voice of the Bat.

She said nothing as she arrived at the console, pausing only long enough to kiss him on the cheek before she started back up the stairs to the Manor.

"What was that for?" he asked in surprise.

She paused on the stairs for a moment then turned to address him. "For being a hero. I never thanked you for your performance against the Thanagarians."

"It wasn’t a performance, Diana. Besides, we all put ourselves on the line during the War. I didn’t do anything special."

Diana smiled as she retreated back up to the Manor. "You may not think that you’re special, Bruce, but as a temporary resident in your house, I’ll let you know that you’ve been outvoted 3-1."

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Handing Alfred a shirt to be laundered, Bruce rubbed his hand against the cheek where she’d kissed him a few days earlier. He realized that he was jealous of both Alfred and J’onn as they seemed to monopolize Diana’s free time at the Manor.

Batman let J’onn and Diana perform Monitor Duty from the Cave while he was patrolling Gotham since taking up residence at the Manor. There had been a few opportunities to approach her at the console after his return from patrol, but somehow he’d always found an excuse to walk past her without saying a word.

He looked at Alfred for a moment, the concern evident on his face. "Don’t worry, Alfred. Diana is a teammate. I won’t cross that line. Look what happened to Shayera and John. She’s out of the League and he’s a basket case."

"If I may be so bold, Master Bruce. You and Diana are not Shayera and John. Besides, Diana may have something to say about all of this. Maybe you should ask her."

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As Bruce had promised, Diana was engaged in a shopping spree which would have made any resident of Park Avenue jealous. She was standing in front of a viewing mirror at Blarney’s New York in a bikini which had offended her oniaonian pride.

"You seriously don’t expect me to wear this in public, do you?" Diana asked Bruce with a glare.
"Look in the mirror," he urged. "If you don’t think the outfit is in character with the cover I’ve given you, then say so, but since we leave in six hours then you better make up your mind as to how you want to play it. The alternative is that you’ll find yourself doing chores around the Manor with Alfred while the Watchtower’s components are being assembled."

Diana fumed as she studied her figure in the three-way mirror. The bikini was the final part of the ensemble Bruce had purchased for her, along with several gorgeous evening dresses and business suits complimenting her cover as his "traveling secretary." Bruce had told her during the drive from the Manor into Gotham that most of his billionaire companions traveled with attractive young female companions while their wives privately stewed at home. He thought the ruse would also serve rather well for Bruce Wayne.

"Remind me again, why would your secretary agree to wear this?" she asked softly, studying the push-up effect of the top as well as the cut of the thong, which barely covered her private areas.

"Because you’re not my secretary nor does anybody on the ship expect you to act like one. It’s a Ruse de Guerre among the wealthy. I’ll introduce you to everyone as my secretary but really you’re my trophy to show off to the rich and famous."

"Why do you need me? Are you sure this investigation you’re conducting is important…important enough for me to dress up like some street walking harlot?" she asked, eyes narrowing at his reflection in the mirror.

"You said in Paris that you needed to get out more." He observed dryly. "There’s two reasons actually. The first is that there’s been a lot of whispering in Gotham about why a Thanagarian ship hovered over Wayne Manor at midnight the day before the Thanagarians were repulsed by the League. Bruce Wayne has done his best to deflect the attention but the press is still pretty curious. A retreat from prying eyes halfway across the world couldn’t hurt, and his reputation would be greatly enhanced if he were spotted cavorting with a new, and very stunning I might add, traveling companion."

Diana pursed her lips at the compliment and considered the merits of his argument. Bruce looked at her, hoping that he was getting somewhere, but to get her invested in the mission he knew it was wise to tell her everything he knew.

"Also, for this mission, Batman might be able to conduct the investigation but it would be more difficult to determine the pirate’s motives without the cover of Bruce Wayne’s traveling companion. I may need you to run interference while I’m on the island."

"What’s so interesting about Tempest Island?" she asked.

"My intel indicates may be the primary launch point for the pirate attacks. Only Bruce Wayne, not Batman, will have access to the island via a new cruise ship on which we’re scheduled to sail in two days. It anchors for a day in a windward bay of the island but I think there’s something going on at lee side of the island. It’s the only anchorage deep enough to anchor some of those ships."

Diana’s eyes narrowed for a moment as she digested the information. She realized that his statement that the whispers and speculation as to his identity would grow now that the Thanagarians had retreated from Earth. After people got over the shock of being invaded, they usually started asking questions about who had stood up to the occupiers and who had turned and run.
People by nature always remembered where they were when Presidents were shot, space shuttles blew up and when aliens invaded the Earth. While all of Gotham’s residents had suffered in some way at the hands of the Thanagarians, none of them had to explain why a Thanagarian spaceship hovered over their home at midnight, nor subsequently invaded their homes. Bruce had explained it as a case of mistaken identity however there were some whispers circulating in Gotham’s social circles that held leg legend of Bruce Wayne, billionaire playboy, seriously in doubt.

Diana accepted his argument about needing to restore his public image but was still concerned about the mission. "If this island is thunchunch point for the pirates, why don’t we get the full power of League to make a frontal assault?"

Batman nodded, expecting her question. "Satellite photos indicate both gun and missile placements have been added at strategic points on the island in the past 48 hourt lot looks well protected against a direct assault. Stealth will be our best weapon if we want to catch the masterminds behind the operation, otherwise we’ll be left with a few dead henchmen and a lot of questions. I don’t want to travel halfway around the world again in two months after they’ve relocated the base of their operations."

"Fair enough." Diana said with a sigh of resignation. "I’m ready to go."

"One more stop to make." Bruce said with a smile. "Your hair is a dead giveaway as Wonder Woman. Ever been a red-head?"

Diana blinked her eyes a few times, stirring from her slumber with a wide stretch of her hands over her head. The drone of the airplane engines was the same as when she’d nodded off six hours before. She briefly considered trying to grab a few more minutes of sleep then decided against it after hearing a familiar voice to her left.

"Good evening, sleepyhead." Bruce’s voice gently roused. "Coffee?"

"Thank you." She said groggily, accepting the cup. "What time is it?"

"Gotham time or Singapore time?" There’s no difference actually as they’re twelve time zones apart." He reminded her. "But it’s nine in the evening Singapore time. We’re supposed to touch down in two hours."

"Don’t you ever sleep?" she asked him between sips of the Blue Mountain coffee the Singapore Airlines stewardess brought them.

"Caught a nap an hour ago. Just woke up, actually." He studied her for a moment then leaned in close to her ear. "Those green contacts you’re wearing really do a great job but you better put some eye-drops in them to keep them wet or else you’re liable to blink them out. People get really dehydrated on planes."

"I look like your friend Pamela Isley." Diana shot back then remembered there was nothing she could do about her new hair color. She decided to change the subject. "Why did we fly commercial?"

"Gotham to Singapore is a 15 hour flight over the p The The range requires a 747-400 to fly direct. Wayne Aviation doesn’t have any in inventory at the moment. Alfred’s an hour behind us right now in a Wayne Aviation plane but it will be making a stop in Anchorage, Alaska for refueling. It’s carrying some…" his voice dropped lower, "some equipment of mine but I won’t need it until we’ve departed Singapore on the Windsong. He’s got a bag with your equipment as well."

Diana nodded, remembering that she’d placed the Wonder Woman outfit, tiara, bracelets and lasso in Alfred’s possession for safekeeping.

"What’s the Windsong?" she asked again, cursing herself for not paying more attention during the briefing he provided on the way to the Gotham airport.

"The Windsong is the lastest creation of the Windstar cruise line. It looks like a huge sailboat but it’s fully powered with steam turbines if the winds aren’t cooperating. The Windstar line caters to only the wealthiest of clients. The ship was built in the Singapore shipyards and Windstar has invited the world’s rich and famous on her maiden voyage for the publicity. It’s more of a press junket for celebrities, really."

Diana thought about the implications for a moment then Bruce’s real intentions dawned on her. "You think the pirates are going to kidnap the passengers, don’t you?"

"It’s possible." Bruce observed. "So far the tes tes have been grabbing raw materials and technology but kidnapping some of the world’s wealthiest individuals would represent a pretty appetizing target."

Diana nodded in understanding then excused herself to the restroom. She opened the door to the first-class cabin bathroom then made her way inside with a purse carrying a sundry of items Bruce had bought for her during their shopping spree. She didn’t know the purpose of half the items but she accepted the contents as part of her cover. The reflection in the mirror momentarily startled her as a titian haired, green-eyed female stared back at her in the mirror.

"Hera…what am I doing here?" she asked her reflection with a bemused grin, then brushed her teeth and washed her face. She performed a quick spot-check of the blouse and skirt she was wearing, looking for any stains, then finally applied a touch of powder on her cheeks. She opened the door to the cabin, checking to see if anyone might be blocking the aisle.

Most of the passengers in the first-class cabin were asleep and nobody had looked askance at her as a redd sid since their arrival on board. The lack of attention was unsettling as any public appearance that she made as Wonder Woman typically drew a huge crowd of onlookers within a matter of seconds. Traveling incognito was a change for the better, she decided, but then she remembered the whispers and stares they received at the Gotham airport. A few people approached Bruce, asking for his autograph while she was draped at his side like some sort of eye-candy for the crowds to ogle.

Diana smiled as she remembered the ease with which Bruce adopted the guise of playboy when they exited the car. Opening the car door was like turning on a switch for him as his normally stern countenance was replaced by the cheery air of a playboy dilitente without a care in the world.
She settled into her fist-class chair and found Bruce busily working through various e-mails on his laptop. He was simultaneously conducting a number of activities at once and acknowledged her return with a grunt, then returned to his computer screen. Diana saw the concentration on his face and realized engaging him in conversation was hopeless and decided to seek a distraction from the boredom of the flight. She pulled out a stack of magazines he’d suggested at the airport newspaper stand, including Cosmopolitan, Vanity Fair and Glamour. She steeled her resolve to start reading the Man’s World trash written on the pages then noticed Cosmo had a cover entitled "Is it safe to date a Co-Worker?" She quietly thumbed to the magazine’s index then surreptitiously started reading through the article.

The author acknowledged in the introductory paragraph that she had met her husband at work, initially establishing a friendly relationship with him and other co-workers. A business trip had provided a spark for their romance and nine months later they were married. The author bemoaned the fact that dating at work had become more taboo as women worked their way up the corporate ladder. Diana disagreed with some of the author’s premise but nodded her head in agreement when the author asked "Do you meet most, if not all, of your romantic prospects thru work?"
The article concluded with a 20-question survey to determine whether the reader should pursue a relationship with a co-worker. "Borrow a pen?" she asked Bruce. He wordlessly pulled one out of his shirt pocket and handed it to her, then went back to tapping on his keyboard at near lightning speed.

The questions were short but to the point. Diana tore thru the quiz, shielding her answers from a disinterested Bruce, then counted up the results with a look of dismay on her face. ’17 out of 20’ she noted to herself, then looked up the suggested course of action at the bottom of the survey. "Did you check 17 or more boxes?" the magazine asked. "GET A ROOM!" it suggested. "IMMEDIATELY!"

Diana sat back in shock at the suggestion, then stuffed the magazines into the seat back in front of her and looked for something else to occupy her time. The window shades were pulled down and the only thing remaining to distract her attention from the co-worker she had in mind next to her was the global map showing the position of the Singapore Airlines 747 in relation to their final destination, Singapore. The plane was due south of Taiwan, halfway between that island and Singapore, but there was nothing else of interest on the map.

Diana was still in shock at the audacity of the magazine’s suggestion then reflected on a conversation that she’d had with J’onn before their departure from the Manor. "Be careful, Diana." J’onn had warned.

"This mission seems relatively tame to me." She observed. "Why are you worried?"

"You and Bruce have become…friendly…during our stay at the Manor. There seems to be an undercurrent of attraction between the two of you and I have concerns."

"Have you been reading mnd, nd, J’onn?" she asked in astonishment.

"No, the attraction is obvious even to a Martian. Just be careful."

Diana looked at her traveling companion again. His features were certainly handsome but Diana had a hard time separating the identities of Bruce Wayne and Batman. The poles of her mind were at loggerheads as she reflected on merits of the recommendation in the magazine as well as J’onn’s warning. She finally decided that she had enough of the uncertainty and decided to take action.

"Bruce," she blurted out suddenly. "Are we friends?"

Bruce was taken aback by the tone of her question. He glanced at her, saw the serious intent of her face, then quickly closed out of the applications on his laptop to avoid the distractions it might provide.

‘What did she mean by friends?’ he thought quickly. ‘There are friends and there are friends.’
"Uhh… of course we’re friends." He stammered in reply, trying to avoid the double entendre which she had provided.

"No, I mean, do you like me?" she asked slowly, eyeing him for a response.

Bruce considered her expression for a second, thinking about the risks of his response. ‘This has been simmering under the surface for a long time’ he thought, still in awe of the combination of beauty and brains of the goddess seated next to him. ‘Its kind of like a game of poker. You have to pay the money to see all the cards if want to win. Only problem is that bluffing an Amazon would likely result in death.’

"I like you too damn much." Bruce said deliberately. He lifted his hand up to her cheek and smoothed out a small piece of powder she’d failed to feather on properly.

"I thought you didn’t like me at all. Sometimes you’re so distant that I can’t figure you out, then other times you’re so familiar that its likee kne known you for my whole life. When we kissed to fool the Thanagarians you said you didn’t regret it, but since then you haven’t even looked at me twice. You’re an enigma, wrapped in a riddle." She concluded lamely. She put her hand over his, imploring him to continue his gentle ministrations of her face. Bruce gazed at her for a moment, then surprised her even further by leaning into her. Her lips glided to his own, grazing at first touch, then increasing in intensity as her head tilted to better receive him.

His mouth was as she remembered it in the café when they’d hid from the Thanagarians a few weeks before; strong, luscious and with a teasing tongue which probed her own enough to stir her competitive Amazonian pride. Their tongues continued to wrestle for the upper hand in their new conflict, mirroring their sparring sessions as neither party was willing to yield until bested fully by the other.

Diana felt a sudden tightness in her pelvis which she’d only felt on two previous occasions, both time with Bruce. The first was in Paris on the dance floor and the second time in the café when they’d kissed as a supposed ruse to fool the Thanagarians tracking them. As her wanting increased, she moved into his embrace, repositioning herself in her chair to present a better angle for his hand to work up her shirt. ‘How had he gotten the zipper on her blouse undone so quickly?’ She wondered - ‘it must be the sleight of hand training he learned from those escape artists!’ She pushed her own hand between the buttons on his dress shirt, popping the buttons off the fabric in her frenzy to feel his hardened muscles with her own touch.

The sound of a coffee cup crashing to the floor interrupted their kiss. A stewardess watched their steamy embrace with rapt attention had over-filled a coffee cup, dropping it only when her hand started to burn from the hot liquid. She quickly busied herself cleaning up the mess, but she was having a hard time focusing on the task as she kept looking up at the gorgeous couple in the front row. Bruce and Diana withdrew from their frenzied embrace, then looked at each other with beaming expressions. Bruce turned apologetically to an older woman seated across the aisle who had also been watching the scene unfold with a bemused expression on her face. "Sorry ma’am, as you can see, I have a hard time keeping my hands off her."

"Not to worry young man. I was young myself once you know," the woman replied with a chuckle. She leaned over the aisle and whispered conspiratorally, "You two should check to see if any of the lavatories are open. You have plenty of time to join the Mile High Club before we land."

Diana’s eyes widened in amazement at the audacity of the woman’s suggestion, then considered the recommendation of the magazine before deciding on a plan. Bruce was stunned when Diana stood up and led him forcefully by the hand up the aisle. She stopped for a moment in the aisle and leaned down to whisper "Great Idea!" in the ear of the older woman, then dragged Bruce into the lavatory and locked the door shut behind him.

"No more distractions or interruptions in here!" she said gleefully, then attacked Bruce’s mouth with her own. He responded with a display of passion to equal her own, running his hands down her back, making small circles as they drifted further south, then further fueling her arousal when both of his hands clamped firmly on her ass. They were working in tight quarters, not meant for two people, then her eyes widened in surprise and low moan of pleasure escaped from her throat as he picked her up and placed her firmly on the sink. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer to her, smothering him in her tight embrace. Their kiss slowed for a moment as Bruce’s hands worked their way from her back to her chest and slowly settled on the alighted points on her chest, now visible beneath the bra and blouse she was wearing.

Bruce hesitated for a moment, pulling back from her embrace long enough to ask a question with his eyes. Diana sensed his uneasiness and decided to take matters into her own hands by pulling down the zipper on her blouse and popping the catch on the bra she was wearing in one swift movement. Her breasts, restrained before by the unfamiliar silk fabric, burst forth from the confines and hung like a flower before a bee, pouting in anticipation of his touch. His hands settled over both breasts at once, gently cupping their weight. Diana sucked in a sharp breath of air as the sensations of pleasure were overwhelming. Bruce leaned forward as he took her left nipple in his mouth, probing its hardened surface with his tongue then gently nipping at the aureole with his teeth, careful to not to scrape the sharper points of his teeth across the sensitive skin.

Diana leaned back over the sink and closed her eyes as the desire built low in her flesh, begging for release. She pulled open her skirt then took his free hand in her own, moving it across her stomach towards her sex. Diana stopped the migration of his hand only when it had reached the pelvic mound and she implored his hand to begin an exploration of the sensitive areas, moaning in his ear whenever the touch heightened her arousal. He could feel the heat emanating from beneath the fabric of her panties and he placed the heel of his hand over her mound, gently tracing small circles over the sensitive area. Bruce reversed his hand and nudged her panties aside, feeling the trimmed tuft of hair already wet with desire. His fingertips continued to tease the area as her hips trembled under his touch, then his fingers traveled further down, tracing the outline of her labia, unfurling like the petals of a rose to the morning sun.

Diana bit down on her lip as Bruce’s mouth left its now familiar position on her nipples and followed the path of his hands towards her core. He pulled her panties off over her stilleto-heeled shoes then his mouth plant ser series of migrating kisses on the under sides of her breasts, her stomach, stopping for a moment to tease her belly button with his tongue, before finally arriving at the tuft of hair marking her entrance. His nostrils flared as the powerful scent of her musk flooded his senses then he dragged his tongue lightly down her furrow, tasting the soft folds of flesh which parted before his lips like a hot knife through butter. He teased the folds between his lips and tongue individually, watching in awe as the rush of blood to her clit caused it to elongate before his eyes.

He continued his exploration of her dripping core, trying to determine her most sensitive spots. Bruce had been with enough women in his lifetime to know that no one woman is exactly like another in how and where they enjoy their pleasure. His tongue continued working slowly over the outer entrances, taking his time, when Diana’s roughly gripped his hair, imploring him to increase the intensity of his ministrations. His right hand worked in concert with his mouth, placing gentle pressure on her mound to better reveal the still swelling clit emerging from beneath the hood. He flicked his tongue over the bud several times and his face was immediately rewarded with a hot spurt of her pleasure. Her clit was visibly swollen however he didn’t want to bring her to climax just yet, electing to tease for a moment then back off when he felt her drawing near.

His fingers became his primary instrument for a moment as he slipped them into her sopping core, exploring the velvet touch of her inner walls as he felt for her g-spot. Her body shuddered as his fingertips gently traced over one sensitive spot after the other. His fingertips passed over the area again, feeling a second shudder from her body as the tension built like the strings on a violin. Familiar with the sensitive areas of her sex now, Brset set to work on bringing her climax as quickly as possible, foregoing the teasing rhythms he had previously employed to stimulate directly with his tongue on her clit and his fingers stroking inside on her g-spot. Diana’s hips began bucking in response to his wave of pressure and a scream of pleasure burst from her mouth two seconds later shattered his concentration as he knew whatever privacy they’d been enjoying in the lavatory was about to end.

Diana looked down upon him perched between heill ill trembling thighs and smiled an apology for the intensity of her orgasm. Her face reflected an immediate stab of shame as a stewardess initiated a persistent knocking on the door. "Is everything okay in there?" a feminine voice asked. Bruce and Diana contemplated each other silently for a moment then he shrugged with resignation and said "We’re fine, thank you."

The stewardess tone changed instantly as she realized that couple was engaged in some sort of illicit activity in the lavatory and the tone instantly changed to one of command and control. "Sir and Madame, Airline regulations forebid two passengers from utilizing the lavatory at any one time. I’m afraid you’ll have to step out immediately or you will face a serious fine."

Bruce’s eyes returned to the throbbing clit in front of him. A look of regret crossed his face briefly before he picked up Diana’s panties and pulled them over her shoes, rolling them up her waist.

"The fine I can hand Bru Bruce concluded with a smile. "The lack of privacy is a whole other issue."

Still trembling from the echoes of her orgasm, Diana nodded in agreement at his plan of action. She quickly pulled her clothing back into place, checking her appearance briefly in the mirror. Her hair and makeup were slightly mussed and she dipped a tissue into the water to clean up as best she could. She kissed Bruce and smelled the musky fragrance of her pleasurehim him and did her best to clean hi wit with a hand towel. Diana was about to open the door when she reeled away from the door handle and embraced him. She could feel his hardness straining at the seams of his trousers, screaming for relief then a look of dismay crossed her face. She thought for a moment about his typically silent reaction to the situation and placed her hand over his throbbing organ. "That was great, but what should we do about you?"

"Let’s worry about that in Singapore," he said with a fd smd smile as the persistent rapping began again at the door, "Let’s get back to our seats."

They emerged from the bathroom to a round of applaurom rom the first class passengers. Diana immediately blushed in response to the attention however Bruce, as always, lapsed into the familiar air of dillitente. "We’re newlyweds." He said loudly over the din. A second cheer erupted from the passengers and after Diana and Bruce had plopped back into their seats, the older woman across the aisle winked at her and said "Sounded like you had a good time in there, dear. My wine glass almost burst when you screamed."
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