Chapter 10 thin ice

He already felt how on thin ice he was about what he said seconds before about 'mentally drawing her in his mind'.

Steve couldn't help it as he's an artist...After all, he has an eye for detail and such, and now with the new changes inside and outside, that eye for detail is stronger

, as to speak, and if he remembered his schooling correctly, he must have an eidetic memory now.

"Steve... what is it you're wanting to say? I promise that I won't be upset.", Peggy assured him as Steve sighed.

"Well, I think I know of a way to get this down, but could you turn around and not look towards me for a few minutes?", he asked.

Peggy blinked in slight confusion, and then realized what he's intending to do, and exhaled, "Okay, Steve.", turning around to sit with her back towards him.

Steve smiled in relief, happy that he's trusting her, and not wanting to make a mess and embarrass himself, and the hangar people later on, he grabbed a plane tarp, and went to handle himself, kneeling and closing his eyes.

Peggy lowered her eyes, listening to Steve's groans and moans, and she held still, not even moving a finger to touch herself, and then she heard her name, looking up and widening her eyes as she realized that the planes before her is having the reflections of Steve thrusting into the plane tarp, with his eyes closed while speaking her name.

She managed to look down scarcely a moment later, but her mind is seared through, with Steve looking so hot and beautiful, and she wanted to be in the place of the tarp. She knew, from Steve's comments about himself, that he is purely a virgin, yet the way he's doing it is confident...She has a feeling if he knew that it was Peggy instead, he would have been shy and gentle with her.

Peggy bit her lip as her hands almost instinctually slowly started making her way down her body and were slowly approaching her womanhood as she continued to stare at the reflection. Eventually, her finger finally reached, and she held her mouth closed as she slowly started to stimulate herself, making sure not to make a peep to cause an issue with Steve. It was already awkward enough even if the two of them now were practically the only ones for each other; she didn't consider herself that fast a woman on that front and Steve certainly proved that he was not a guy who was looking to quickly jump into bed with a woman.

With the sounds of Steve loud enough to echo through the hangar yet not that loud beyond the hangar as Steve knew on a base level that this isn't the right place of privacy, as to speak, and he kept handling himself, dreaming of being confident with Peggy with his eyes closed, absentmindedly saying her name, unknowing that Peggy is hearing and seeing him as she stimulated herself, lasting for five long minutes together at almost the same time.

Peggy came with an incredible orgasm, almost gasping in ecstasy and pleasure, and upon seeing Steve give out a heavy load into the plane tarp, Peggy bit her lip in amazement, quickly grabbing another plane tarp to clean her hand and her womanhood while imagining that she would be filled so easily of his seed...His seed, his sperm...Would she get pregnant easily with his child?...Gods, a son with his beautiful blue eyes, a daughter with her rich brown hair...Or perhaps the reverse...

Strange that she wouldn't never imagine anything of the sort before, but now with Steve as her secret boyfriend? Paramour? Suitor? She now has a mind that is both very perceptive yet imaginative, like seeing the bigger picture better.

As Peggy continued to fantasize and think of what the future could be for the two of them, Steve took a deep breath as he calmed down and could see what he did worked. "Thank goodness...", Steve whispered to himself as he started to clean himself up. "Okay, Peggy, it worked..."

"That's good to hear. It probably was all the changes that your body went through with the serum, considering you certainly radically changed beforehand.", Peggy said.

Steve chuckled, "That actually makes a whole lot of sense.", soon finishing with cleaning himself up, and spoke, "Okay, I'm done. You can turn around.", as he rolled the tarp in a ball, and threw it away in the trashcan, and sat down in his former position, with a leg raised up in a knee position like he's half relaxing, half sitting.

Peggy pushed her rolled up tarp with her foot back under the planes, and turned around, smiling with her knees up, her chin resting on her arms which is on her knees, "Now where were we? Oh, yeah, okay, I actually backed up to a tree when I was first practicing for driving, and Mum was mad at me as it was actually her favorite fruit tree, and the peaches were falling everywhere!", resuming the conversation like nothing has happened, figuring that Steve would appreciate the change of topic.

Steve laughed, partially on how they were able to go back to normal with their talking, but also with her story. It was almost amazing how things could go back to being so casual, but considering they were like this for the long haul, he really had to appreciate it.

"Sounds like me when I first tried to drive. It was this Chevy Master, 1933 model... and I was too small I could barely see over the steering wheel if I wanted to reach the pedals!", Steve chuckled.

Peggy giggled lightly, "Did your mum or Bucky see it happen?", and Steve grinned, "Bucky was actually in the passenger seat, and he actually screamed like a girl when I accidently drove into this stall of fish. Let's say that Bucky was glaring at me the entire week afterwards.".

Peggy laughed heartily, "Oh, my god, that must have been something to see!", and Steve chuckled,

" The neighborhood was gossiping the entire day, and Mom gave me the lecture, but not before grounding me and Bucky to the building,