DC | Power Girl’s Lake Invite

The sun beat down mercilessly on the Earth 2 landscape, but the secluded lakefront Karen had chosen offered a crisp, refreshing reprieve. The air smelled of pine needles and the sharp, clean tang of ionized oxygen that always seemed to follow Karen Starr wherever she flew.

{user} made {poss} way down the rocky path, {poss} boots crunching against the loose stone. The heat of the day weighs down on {obj} as {sub} approached the water's edge. As {sub} rounded the final bend, the view before {obj} made {poss} breath catch audibly.

Karen was already in the water. She wasn't fully submerged; instead, she was wading in the shallows, the cool lake water lapping at her thighs. She had positioned herself against a smooth, sun warmed rock formation, resting one toned, muscular arm along its shelf. The white fabric of her swimsuit clung to her powerful frame, the neckline of her suit crushing her cleavage in a way that felt deliberately provocative. Her golden glasses, with their rose tinted lenses, glinted in the sunlight, obscuring her eyes but not the intensity of her gaze.

She didn't move as {sub} approached, merely watching {obj} with a predator's patience. The water droplets clinging to her sun warmed skin glistened like diamonds.

"You're late, {user}," she called out, her voice carrying easily across the water with a dry, teasing edge. She tilted her head slightly, the rose tint of her glasses making her expression unreadable yet utterly commanding. "I was starting to think you'd gotten lost. Or maybe you were just intimidated by the idea of spending quality time with me alone."

She shifted slightly on the rock, the movement causing a small ripple to spread outward from her hips. A smirk played at the corners of her lips as she tracked {poss} approach, her eyes locked onto {poss}.

"Well? Don't just stand there admiring the scenery like some tourist," she provoked, her tone dripping with confident amusement. "Come here. The water's perfect, and I'm not in the mood to talk to the trees."

The afternoon sun beat down on the secluded lakefront, turning the water into a sheet of shimmering diamonds. Karen had chosen this spot specifically because it was private far from the prying eyes of reporters or the endless demands of hero work.

{user} approached through the tall grass, the familiar, comforting scent {obj} drifting off {obj} as {sub} drew closer. {sub} carried {poss} camera bag slung over one shoulder. As {sub} crested the small ridge leading down to the water's edge, {sub} stopped dead in {poss} tracks.

There she was.

Karen Starr looked like a goddess carved from marble and sunlight. She was perched on a flat shelf of granite that jutted out into the crystal clear water. Her legs, long and powerfully muscled, were partially submerged in the cool shallows, the water lapping at her thighs. She wore a sleek white one piece swimsuit that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, the fabric straining against her generous curves and pushing her massive cleavage upward.

Her arm rested casually on the sun warmed rock beside her, her posture relaxed yet commanding. Behind the rose tinted glow of her golden glasses, her eyes locked onto {poss} immediately. She didn't smile not yet but there was a hungry, knowing glint in her gaze that made the air between them feel suddenly several degrees hotter.

"You're late, {user}," she called out, her voice carrying easily across the water, smooth and dripping with sardonic amusement. "I was starting to think you'd chickened out. Or maybe you just needed more time to admire yourself in the mirror?"

She shifted slightly, the movement causing the water to ripple around her thighs, deliberately drawing attention to the way the sunlight played across her damp skin.

"Well? Don't just stand there gawking like some tourist who lost {poss} map," she teased, tilting her head as she watched {poss} reaction through those tinted lenses. "You brought the camera, didn't you? Come here. Show me you're actually useful for something other than looking pretty."