He turned from the busy city streets, as his sensitive hearing picked up a woman’s cry above everything else.
Yes, somebody needed his assistance yet again…
Turning, somebody was using the phone booth – damn!
Racing in through the door of nearest café, he found the restrooms at the back, dodged past a customer and into the stall.
Nobody saw him whip past in his kinky purple costume with his cape flapping out the back as he zipped out into the street, his purple go-go boots barely touching the ground!
His mission was clear!
He had to find that poor woman in need!
Her cries were coming closer.
She wasn’t far away as he honed on in her place in an apartment building, the breeze making his high-cut bodysuit feel as though it wasn’t there at all… it felt good! It made his hard, sexy body harder in more than one place. More than that, he was ready for what she most probably needed – him!
And as he found her place, he saw her distress – almost felt it in his loins. He knew she had been dumped, and needed somebody!
She needed anybody… to be with.
That anybody was him, and he knew it!
He landed gently just outside her balcony doors and watched in on her before clearing his throat quietly.
She turned, staring. Her hair was a mess, looking like lovely as every woman he had saved from heartbreak, “Oh, my… it’s you.”
“I heard your cries of distress, and thought…” he started.
“Well, come in.” she sniffed and tried to straighten herself up, taming her hair and attempted to stop crying – and failing.
“It’s not.” She shook her head, “He never showed up at the altar.”
“I’ll save you…” his thumb brushed across her cheek removing a tear which had begun to roll down the well-worn path of many others, “I will make you forget him.”
“I don’t know.”
He leaned down and kissed her softly on the fingers of her left hand where her engagement ring used to be, “Trust me.” His eyes never left hers as his soft, deep voice reached her ears, “I’ll be good to you.”
It all happened in a blur of skin, sex and the quick removal of that purple kinky costume he wore as they staggered across the room onto her bed.
Her skin tingled – feeling as though it sizzled – every time he touched her…
…totally enjoyed her… He made sure she was pleasured in every which way and wanted more and more from him as the night wore on, the moon travelled across the evening sky and the two of them didn’t leave the bed as they worshiped each other.
With her Lying in his arms he heard the door unlock in the next room and opened his eyes. It was sunrise. From the smell of it, the fiancé had returned to either try to make amends or to pick up his shit.
“Do you want me to stay or leave?” he whispered.
She rolled over, “Best if you leave.”
“Okay.” He held her gaze for a few moments, kissed her softly, longingly, then, faster than her eyes could follow, dressed and flew out into the dawning day.
As he did, he heard yet another cry for help from further afield. Sighing, he realised his work will never be done.
Finishing up the last few brush strokes on the fourth large canvas, Mark stepped back from his piece in his studio and looked at it. This was a first… a comic strip of sorts… it covered four large pieces and it looked a bit like a sexy, kinky Superman who helped women who needed him.
“Jolly good.” He laughed at the weirdness in his work, then looked at his coffee cup and decided it was time for another cuppa. Frida, his lovely little Staffy-cross wandered through the door of the studio, looking at him, “Hey, Frida, come here.” He wiped his hands on his pants as the dog walked in and sat on his feet for a pat, contented and happy, “These are just fun aren’t they?”
He sat outside later that night after dinner, thinking over his work he’d done that day. How funny that comic strip painting had come to him – how easily it had come to him. He started to laugh at an idea he was having… if it was turned into a comic strip of sorts… a purple-clad, sexy Superman who saved women who were in dire need of rebound sex? He burst out laughing! Now that’d be hilarious!
But would it take off…
In more ways than one?