The package arrived on Saturday. Delivered, seemingly, with the mail. A plain brown cardboard box. Barbara took it in along with the other mail. Her long bathrobe tied tightly around her petite and shapely form so as not to fall open when she bent over to pick it up. I didn't order anything. She thought to herself. And there's no return address on it. Only her name in black marker across the duck taped top. She sat and carefully cut it open. A note rested on the top of some clothes.

"Wear this and nothing else, tonight at midnight in your backyard. An admirer.

Barbara's mind raced and her heart pounded. An admirer? I have an admirer? She thought. There must be some mistake. Some mixup. But she instantly thought of all the men she knew or had met receintly. Male? Probably. Hopefully. But which one. Sure there are a few that, she thought, would love to have her. Or was she just flattering herself, thinking that. But which one would do something like this? Something this outragous?

In truth there is only one way to really find out.

Time passed slowly after that. Like watching a piece of ice melt. She went about her Saturday routine. Running a few arrands. Finding something to take her mind off of it. Anything. It helped little. Late in the evening she decided to relax in a hot bubble bath. A few candles, and spurged with a glass of white wine. Barbara's no tea totaler but she is very shy and finds it difficult to believe any man would give her even a casual look. But a girl friend receintly told her, while they were excercising at the gym, that she had a really great body and that she should wear more tights and leotards to the gym so the guys could see her curves better. She still blushes at the memory. There were a lot of good looking muscular guys at the gym, and on rare occassion she admits to sneeking a quick glance at certain pieces of male anatomy. Then, in a passing thought she wondered if her girl friend might be the one who sent her the box, then immediately dismissed the idea.

She thought about the note and the clothes. Even though Barbara is very quiet, she is not all shy. And was very flattered to think that she had a secret admirer. Someone that wanted her. Thought she was desireable. Was maybe watching her? Again she dismissed the thought. But at the same time, it was scary not to know who it was and from where he knew her from. She found it hard to believe she was actually contemplating going thru with this crazy request by some total stranger!

The bath, and the wine, helped to remove the tension but not the growing anticipation and, supprisingly, her growing sexual excitement. And it did little to speed the passage of time.

She took her time removing herself from the warm bath, her skin now silky and smooth. Her pussy clean shaven as is her only erotic habit. Enjoying the way it rubs against the new seamless pantyhose. Though her skirts rarely come more than a few inches above her knees. Anything else would be inapproprate in her job as head librarian. Everyone has their dark side. For Barbara, that was it. Until now.

Finally she couldn't take it any longer and brought the box into her bedroom and removed her long fuzzy bathrobe. She carefully and methodically opened the two top flaps and pulled out the costume and shoes. She examined the black patent stiletto heeled pumps with wide ankle straps, finding it hard to believe women actually wear shoes with heels this tall. Then she slipped them on. A near perfect fit. But who knew her shoe size? How did this person find out? A lucky guess? She has to know who sent this to her. Who her unknown admirer was. Just who it was who wanted her! Her heart beat faster thinking about it.

Barbara took a deep breath and slowly let it out. She carefully removed the costume pieces and layed them on her bed, piece by piece, as she tried to let her mind go blank and not to have any preconceived ideas of what might happen very soon.

She attached the black lace garter around her slender waist and made it snug. Then slipped on the red silk stockings and straightened the back seams and attached the garter straps to the tops. The stiletto heeled shoes were next and she tightened the ankle straps. A black lace bra, that held her breasts out and pointed her hard brown nipples forward. Supporting them only and hidding nothing. Like a lacy strap underneath each breast.

Barbara's breasts were still nice firm Cs even though she was thirty eight. But breasts like those on such a small slender woman seemed to grow to be DDs. And she had always been very self consious about her chest and her figure looking top heavy. To counter this she always wore a tight bra to help make them look smaller and flatter than they actually were. She always thought that even though she was the shortest girl way back in eight grade she was, because of her size, the most well developed and best looking. But, she thought to herself, that's water under the bridge.

Her fingernails were long and painted in a simple french manicure style. A rubber eye mask like the ones worn in the Batman movies glued neatly around her eyes. Her long curly brown hair now fell about her shoulders and back. Finally she attached around her neck a full length, full circle cape made of sheer black chiffon. She suddenly realized she wasn't wearing any panties, and that was the second fact that made her very self conscious about what she was wearing. Or wasn't wearing. The cape moved easily with the slightest breeze. Her hands held the front edges closed like a shield. Lieing to herself with the idea that nobody could see thru it.

Would she really step outside into her backyard dressed like some whore? She wondered to herself even as she moved slowly towards her back door. Where anyone, including her neighbors, could see her. If they did she would never be able to face them again. But then, it was almost midnight and few, if anyone, would be up at this hour in her neighborhood. Right?

Her hand reached for the door nob, turning it slowly. The door swung open silently and she stepped out onto her back patio feeling strangly numb. As if this were a dream, or some kind of fantasy sequence out of some dark part of her brain. As if another person were emerging from her house. Absently she reached back in and flicked the kitchen light off before closing the door behind her. Careful not to catch the chiffon cape in it. Her yard was dark and no lights illuminated the neighbor's backyards. Her eyes weren't adjusted to the darkness so she stood motionless for a while listening to the sounds of the normally quiet neighborhood. The patio was a simple square of concrete about ten feet on a side. Her backyard fairly bare, save for several large shrubs and trees around the outside, and bordered by a low metal link fence. Just off her patio a modest herb garden.

It had become very windy since she was outside earlier in the afternoon and the temperature had dropped becomming quite pleasent. The air had that wonderful almost sweet smell of cool Spring rain and Barbara could see lighting flashes against large ominious clouds on the horizon. All this making what she was doing even more unreal and dreamlike. She stood in the center of her patio and faced the wind, her feet apart, and on an uncharacteristicly sudden impulse, as if standing nearly naked in her backyard at midnight wasn't, released herself to the elements. Holding the edges of her chiffon cape she spread her arms up and wide, her body in a spread eagle, letting herself feel the rush and exhiliration of that rare moment of wild abandon. Something she had never done before in her quiet life as a librarian. She thought she could even see the storm clouds moving closer.

Several minutes went by as the strong winds buffeted her petite body, barely four feet eleven, as they blew in from the west. Her mind lost in the intoxicating and erotic minutes. It was a different kind of orgasm. An orgasm of the mind. Something she had only come close to, reading her numerous books. And an instant of silly understanding came to her. An understanding of exactly how Barbara Gordan must have felt as she stepped out for the first time as Batgirl. Maybe a secret fantasy kept hidden deep in her subconscious. Barbara stood enjoying the rush of her first truely erotic pleasures and totally lost track of time. Her whole being given to the moment.

In an instant her eyes went wide with the realization that she was no longer alone on the patio, and froze. Then recovered. This new person emerged. Wilder. Freer. More impulsive. She slowly lowered her arms and let the winds take the cape fully behind her.

"I've been waiting for you." Her words relaxed and casual.

"I know. I've been watching." His voice was deep and smooth.

Barbara didn't recognize his voice, but still found herself arroused at his words. Of being watched. Just an hour ago she wouldn't have thought something like that possible. Even conceivable.

"And do you like what you see?"

"Yes. From the first time I saw you."

"And where was that?"

"All will be revealed in good time." Trying to keep an element of mystery in there meeting.

Barbara finally turned to see how her admirer would appear. She grabbed her sheer cape and whipped one edge dramatically around thru the wind, turning towards him. Now the front edges blew out in front of her. The wind pressing the cape firmly against her back. Now she could see how he was dressed. His build. The mystery was hightened when she saw he was wearing a tight red lycra hood. Only his mouth, chin, and eyes were visable. Clean shaven with a square jaw. Barbara couldn't help but let her eyes play down his body. Examining every detail of his manly form. His body modestly muscular. Waist narrow and stomach flat. Even slightly ridged. His shoulders modestly broad. Arms and legs also buldging nicely.

All this was wonderfully obvious to her under his skin tight costume. She found her like, of this playful and mysterious stranger, growing easily and quickly.

Her eyes comming to rest on his huge manhood. Again, something she would never even have considered doing before tonight. It was rigid and buldging under the thin shiny lycra fabric of his red leotard which covered his upper body completely and seemed to connect to the neck of his hood. His legs obviously shaved and covered in sheer blue tights worn with short black leather boots. The top of his blue cape was gathered and attached along the shoulder seam of the leotard and hung to his knees. It too blew easily and fully behind him.

Barbara now realized her previous three lovers were boring and, at best, of average size. Compaired to them, his seemed twice as long and twice as wide.

"I see your excited about what might happen tonight." She emphasized the word, might, and gave him a knowing smile as her eyes moved back up to met his.

"That obvious?" He smiled easily. Blushing?

Her smile broadened and her eyes strayed back down to his crouch and she spoke slowly. "Let's just say, easy to read?" Then raised her eyes back to his.

Barbara's heart was now racing with all the events of the, last few minutes? And she felt her womanly petals becomming swollen and excited and moist. Her breathing also increased and she felt as though she was getting heady with the suddeness of it all.

She forced her eyes back in focus and found her admirer now standing only a foot or so away. She could feel the warmth of his body. His masculine scent curled back to her as the winds now whipped around them both and she inhaled deeply. Her chest swelling and standing out. Nipples pointed, hard and erect. Inches away fron him. She found herself now curiously proud of them, and the rest of her body which just went into sexual overdrive. No longer would she ware clothes that hid her assets.

She discovered her new found erotic excitement hard to control and reaching a sudden foreplay peek.

She almost jumped as he moved. Even closer. His lycra covered hand reached out and gently took hers and moved it slowly towards his erection. Gently, in case she wanted to pull away. Her finger tips touched his buldging cock covered with shiny red lycra and felt it switch. He let her hand go, pleased she didn't pull away. She let her fingers lightly and tentatively explore his massive cylindrical tool. His balls hung snug in their lycra sac at the base. She used more and more pressure and was becomming increasingly at ease with these new sensations and liberating erotic feelings. Her other hand slowly reached out and snaked it's way up to his chest. Discovering the electric feeling of the smooth lycra. He reached out and took it and brought the back of her hand to his lips and kissed it. Barbara thought she would faint. Right then and there. To her ultimate pleasure he continued to kiss up her arm. A tingling followed where his lips touched her skin. Her hand now just warmly cupping his genitals. She felt light headed and forced her breathing to slow. But by now he was kissing past her elbow.

Forcing herself to into a calmer frame of mind, she said in a breathy voice. "Since you obviously know my name and something about me, tell me, what's your name, my secret admirer?"

He paused in his kissing as he reached her shoulder. "You may call me your hero, or maybe your knight in shining armor, or..." Barbara gently squeezed his shaft as she stroked it under the tight lycra and he moaned with delight. "You may call me Max."

Interesting Barbara thought. Not, my name is..., but, you may call me... She wondered if, Max, was his real name, but she didn't care. Not right now. She was more than willing to play along this night.

Max quickly resumed his kissing over her shoulder and up her neck. She felt the erotic tingle ripple along her spine as his tongue licked at her earlobe and his teeth nibbled at it.

Suddenly Barbara pulled him to her with both her arms wrapped around him. There lips met and she returned his passionate wet lover's kisses with a burning sexual fire like nothing she had ever known before. Both lost in this new wild abandon of hers. She was vagely aware of his rigid cock pressing into her stomach and she pressed back for all she was worth and was rewarded with a low soft moans of pleasure from deep in his throat.

Oblivious to the cooling winds whipping around their writhing form. Her sheer cape now blowing around and completely to one side, next to his blue cape.

Large black storm clouds moved closer and thunder could be heard booming in the background not long after each bright flash of lighting charged the air. For long minutes nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed outside there wild sexually charged embrace.

Finally, both pulled apart. Breathing heavely. There hands resting on the others hips. Simply standing. Stairing intently into each others eyes.

Barbara took a step back. One arm hanging at her side, the other now outstretched and her palm placed squarely against his chest. "Tell me Max, just how do you propose to perform the act that, supposedly, comes next, wearing tights and a leotard? Two layers of fabric between us, as it were."

"Simple."

She watched as his hand slowly moved across his crouch and pulled the crouch of the leotard to one side. He had carefully cut a hole in the seam of the tights and his massive cock fell out and now pointed straight at her belly. Barbara had never seen a penis that long or wide before. Tinged with purple.

Her voice became soft. "Oh, my, god..."

"Are you looking forward to what we think, might, happen next?"

"There's no, might happen, any more! It's definately going to happen! And it's going to happen now!"

Max playfully knocked her arm from his chest and pulled her quickly to him and they feverishly resumed there wild passionate kissing. Now his naked cock pressed against the bare skin of her belly and she pressed and ground her belly against him. It felt like the a hot poker laying against her flat belly. His hairless balls rubbing against her skin. His hands caressing her back. Tender and gentle. Slidding over one cheek. Cupping. Warm against her smooth pale rear. Barbara can feel herself beoming aroused like she has never been before. Everything combined driving her to an increadible peek. That warm erotic urge in her hips, where his fingers are exploring, is spreading from her delicate womanhood. Briefly she wonders what must be like for him. Is his orgasm building as hers is?

Her mouth breaks away from their mutual suction and tongueing and Max continues down her neck. Barbara throws her head back and arches her back. Throwing her breasts out even farther. His lips kissing circles around her firm pale orbs sending erotic tinglings thru her body and chills up her spine at the same time. Her hips warming up. Moister oozing. Readiness. He flicks his wet tongue at the tips of her nipples. More shivers caress her spine. Her tits are rock hard. Filled with flood. Max's fingers explored between her cheeks. Separating them. She lifts one leg and hooks it around his muscular thigh. A finger probes the tightness of her ass hole. She relaxes for him and his finger tip slips into her. Barbara gasps lightly. She has never done anything like this. She despparately wants more, no matter what she has to do for him. With him.

Now, barely a whisper from her lips. "Take me. Oh please, take me now. I want to feel you inside my hips like I've wanted nothing else before."

"And so I shall take you like you've never been taken before my lover."

Max took both hands under her hips and simply raised her up, spreading her legs wide over his hips. Lowering her onto his lycra covered stomach as he leaned back for ballance. She slid down his front and impailed herself on his massive tool. Barbara's back arched again with the sensation of her lover's cock buried deep in her womanhood. No, she decided, that just wouldn't fit my new lifestyle. Buried deep in her hot cunt. That's better, she thought, it fits.

"Talk to me dirty, Max. No one's ever done that to me."

"My pleasure. You have the tightest little pussy. It feels so good around my cock. I want to stay buried in your clit forever and have one long orgasm."

"Oh god, yes! An orgasm. I'm so close to orgasm. Hurry Max, I want us to do it together. Pound me. Fuck me hard. Do whatever you have to to cum."

Max began rocking in opposition to the movements of her hips. Barbara delighted in the feel of Max's hot penis bumping into the end of her love tunnel with each thrust. She felt his balls touching her cheeks just below her clit.

Barbara suddenly exploded with her orgasm. Writhing in his strong arms. Bucking wildly on his hips. Did he cum?

A whisper from his lips. "I'm cumming..."

Max grunted softly with each spirt of cum that shot from the head of his cock. Barbara smiled and it seemed to intensify her orgasm. Pleasure begats pleasure. She thought she could actually feel each pulse of white sticky cum shoot from his dick and hit the end of her cunt. Juices mixed and squirted out from around the sides of his cock as he fucked her pussy.

Sudden blinding whiteness lit the sky and within a second a large clap of thunder rolled over them. Barbara felt her orgasm finally begin to fade even as she felt Max's manhood begin to soften and shrink. Removing itself from inside her warm juicy clit. She had never had an orgasm as long and intense as that. It was almsot unbareable it was so good.

Max eased his hold of her and Barbara slid down his hips. Her heels touching the concrete with plainly audible clicks. They stood looking into each others eye's as the first large drops of cool rain began to explode on and around them. The air electric. A intense feeling of contentment and joy. The rain quickly began pouring down and within seconds they were soaking wet. Capes hanging like wet rags from there shoulders.

Max raised her hand and kissed it. Then turned her around to face the wind that was so strong earlier. Now almost dead calm. He held his hands on her waist before backing up and disappearing into the night. Barbara stood there until the rain had slowed to a drizzle before slowly turning and going back into her house. Knowing she would see him again soon. Of this she had no dought. END.