The box is full of secrets. Wilson fucks Lara from behind

Two hours later, Lara, Wilson and Bryce were on the plane and had just left the airspace of England. Thanks to her parents and her own successes, Lara could easily afford the private jet and had it specially adapted to her needs. But contrary to what people in London thought, this did not mean that she had beds all over the place where the pilots could fuck her, but that state-of-the-art equipment had been installed to help her scan parchments or use x-ray machines for sealed items. Wilson was about to pour her an orange juice when Bryce looked at the box from all sides.

"Lara? Why are we throwing away a dig that we have been planning forever? Just because of this box?" he asked and shook the box. Lara went and took the box away from him.

"How many more times! Don't shake it!"

"Before we scanned it!" Bryce rolled his eyes and nodded as Lara gave it back to him.

"Good boy!" she grinned and took a sip of the orange juice. Here on the plane she had put down her guns and looked at the box. "Because I have a feeling about it." She just said it and raised an eyebrow. She hadn't told her friends about the strange man she encountered. She didn't understand it herself and wasn't sure if it was her imagination or not. Bryce and Wilson were the closest thing she had to family. They knew that she was not the sex goddess that many saw in her. She was not even really interested in men. She lived completely for the thrill of searching for new artifacts. The reason why she liked them so much was that they did not see Lara as a woman, but as a friend. There had never been any stupid looks when she walked through Croft Manor wearing only a bra and panties, or when she lay on the balcony without any clothes and she was getting a tan.

On the contrary. The three simply got along. Here and there they made jokes about Lara's sexuality or her bad reputation, but never anything too frivolous or similar. Wilson was a master in making a statement that seemed completely harmless but could be quite offensive when applied to Lara.

"But why does it have to be the desert again?" he asked. Lara watched as Bryce looked at the box from all sides and took some notes.

"What do you have against the desert? It's nice and warm there. You found it too cold in the Arctic," Lara smiled and Wilson replied dryly.

"It's the sand, Miss Croft. It's crawling into every crack." He said, and Bryce and Lara looked up at him. Only now did Wilson realize that he had put his foot in it again and cleared his throat embarrassed. " What's the count?"

Bryce looked up in a little notebook and said "12 for you and only four for me."

"Do you still keep this list?" Lara asked astonished and Wilson nodded.

"Miss Croft, of course. If you're not going to do anything for your reputation, we must at least do it."

"You mean the reputation that I'm a man-killing whore?" grinned Lara and let herself fall into the chair. She lasciviously crossed her long legs and stuck her tits out. The contours of the bra were now more than clearly visible and were perfectly outlined under the dark tank top. The tight hot pants left no room for illusions. Her long, shapely legs were a sin in themselves, but neither of them responded to her challenging posture. It was clear to both that it never even occurred to Lara that she was erotic. She didn't dress like this to seduce men, but simply because she liked it. She was not a prude woman, both knew that, and she had had one or two relationships, but Lara was simply not suited for a normal life. She was aware of her reputation, of course, and yet she never did anything to meet that reputation. She just accepted it and ignored it as best she could.

"I'm afraid I would have put it in a more civilized way." Wilson said and nodded.

"So, what did you bet?" asked Lara and had another orange juice poured for her. She watched as Bryce put the box into the x-ray machine and treated it carefully.

"Who may accompany you next time to Buckingham Palace." Answer Wilson and Lara smiled.

"I understand. That's why you've been so well-behaved lately, Bryce. So, you finally want to meet the queen, too?" she asked him, and he raised his thumb as he was much too fixated on the devices. "If you tell me what's in there, maybe I could arrange a meeting with the new duchess." She smiled, and Bryce looked up and at her after all.

"Meghan?"

"So? What's in there." She asked impatiently.

"Well, I can definitely tell you what it is," Bryce finally admitted and turned to her. "A box lined with lead. I'm sorry, Lara, I have no idea what that is. But I can tell you how old the box is."

"At least it's a start. So, I am listening?" she said and got up to go to him. She reached past him and grabbed the box.

"She is... Something about 11,000 years old." Bryce said calmly, and Lara raised an eyebrow. Her sensual full lips pulled up to a smile. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she stroked across the golden box. Her long fingernails felt every indentation, every sculpture in the gold and she smiled with delight. Her two friends knew this smile only too well. Lara had tasted blood.

"Mrs. Croft? 11,000 years? Wouldn't that be... well before..."

Lara looked up from the box and turned to him. "Long before the time of the old pharaohs, yes! This box might contain something that just changes everything," she smiled and toasted her friends. "To a new hunt!"

"To a new hunt," they replied, and Bryce said that he wanted to analyze the remaining data before they landed in Cairo. Since the flight would take several hours, Lara and Wilson left him alone. The computer expert was a very special character just like Lara and Wilson. He was brilliant, but quite a loner. Although Craft Manor had 24 bedrooms he preferred to live in a small trailer behind the main building.

Lara and Wilson went into the back of the trailer and Wilson didn't even notice the tight ass wiggling in front of her every step. Lara's hot pants hid next to nothing and when she put the box on the table, bending far over, Wilson just stood there. Many had already accused Lara of screwing Bryce and Wilson quite violently, but that couldn't be further from the truth.

"What do you think, Wilson?" she finally asked when looking at the pictograms on the box. They were clearly hieroglyphics, but they were different from the ones she knew. Some of them reminded her of Persian symbols, while she didn't recognize some others. She looked closely at the box from all sides and looked for lock. It had to be puzzle and there was nothing more stimulating for Lara than a good puzzle. While other women satisfied their desires in other ways, this was exactly what Lara needed in bed at night. Finally, she turned the box so that she had the ruby in front of her.

This gemstone fascinated her in a special way. Now that she knew how old the box was she could hardly wait to open it. She placed the box in front of her on the table as Wilson stepped next to her and looked at the golden box as well.

"I think you might be on to something, but I have to admit we still don't know anything about the attackers at Croft Manor. He said calmly, and as always, he was the voice of reason in Lara's inner circle.

"Yes. Did they come looking for this?" she asked, bending over a little further to get a better view of the gem. For a moment she had the feeling that something had moved inside. "Did you see that?" she asked Wilson who dutifully looked at it. Both investigated the gemstone for minutes, paying attention to even the smallest refraction of the light. Again, and again the light was refracted in a new, enchanting way and Lara felt as if she could investigate this stone forever. The dancing colors were simply divine. Even Wilson, who otherwise could not get excited about such things, looked spellbound at the stone before he suddenly put his right hand on Lara's ass. With his thumb he slowly started to stroke the hot pants while his hand was lying gently on her ass. She could clearly feel that her old friend had put his hand on her ass, but the only reaction she showed was to spread her legs further. Lara could almost immediately feel his hand sliding down her ass and then disappearing between her thighs. Even though the hot pants were a bit thicker she could clearly feel his fingers pressing against the fabric and her pussy. But instead of being surprised that her servant stroked her pussy Lara just smiled. She had seen a new color constellation in the ruby and this color play was much more interesting than a hand on her pussy.

Finally, she decided to do something and let her right-hand wander between her legs. With slow controlled grips she opened one button of her pants after the other until finally all were open. She could still feel Wilson rubbing his fingers against her. As the thumb continued to press on her hot ass, the rest of his fingers kept sliding along her cunt. But as soon as the buttons were open, his hand slid up and grabbed the hem of her pants. Lara closed her legs so that he could slowly pull her pants down over her hot ass. She could feel every mm, because the pants were quite tight and as soon as the fabric had overcome her hot, firm and well-shaped ass, it slid over her thighs, along her knees until she lay on the floor. Lara didn't even think about the fact that she was wearing only a hot thong underneath and spread her legs again. But instead of massaging her pussy again Wilson pulled her panties with one hand.

Slowly the room was filled with a sound that reminded her of tearing fabric. Lara could feel the panties squeezing between her lips and teasing her clit. Wilson pulled the fabric further and further until it finally gave way and tore with a loud ratchet. Lara's only reaction was to spread her legs even further and take a closer look at the gemstone. There must be clue on this box. With her right hand she leaned on the table while her left hand moved to Wilson's pants. One grip was enough to feel the contours of his cock. Just as she had just opened her own pants, she now pulled open his zipper. Even though it was a bit more complicated with her left hand she managed to open his belt and then put her hand inside his pants. She felt his thick, stiff cock and just pulled it out of his pants. As she did, Wilson stared spellbound at the gemstone as his mistress and best friend clasped his stiff cock with her fingers and her thumb slowly circled over his bulging glans.

"I think I have an idea," Lara finally said and bent over a little. Without letting go of the cock she stuck out her tongue and started to lick the gemstone. She suddenly had the insane idea that this could help, but as good as the cool gemstone tasted, nothing happened.

"Would it help if we put the box on the floor?" Wilson asked dazedly, and Lara stopped licking over your stone for a moment.

"That might help," she replied and took the box with both hands and bent down to put it down. Immediately after the crate was on the floor Lara went down on her knees and then on all fours. Pure instinct made her stick her ass up and spread her legs. While she crouched there on her elbows and knees, Wilson stood up behind her. One hand on his cock he aimed at Lara's wet shiny pussy. Slowly going down to his knees his cock finally reached her waiting pussy. Lara smiled satisfied as she felt Wilson's cock penetrate her pussy mm by mm. She could feel how wet she was already and how eager her pussy welcomed his thick cock. She stretched her ass even higher to make it easier for him to penetrate her. Finally, she pulled the box with both hands in front of her again and turned it so that the ruby was again in front of her eyes. As she felt Wilson pressing his whole body against her and his cock filling her pussy deeper and deeper, her full lips opened, and the tip of her tongue left her mouth longing. With a slight groan on her lips she caressed the gemstone again as she felt Wilson's cock slowly pull away from her, only to thrust back into her with all his might. Lara wanted to groan but she could not stop or wanted to lick the gemstone. Wilson put his hands on her ass and stood broad-legged over her. With his whole-body weight, he rammed his cock deep into her pussy and Lara just let him do it. He could fuck her pussy if he wanted. Allowed him to cum into her as much as he wanted to. If she could keep licking the gemstone she didn't care. Even when his hot thrusts got her more and more out of breath, sweat formed all over her body and she felt painful as her hard nipples pressed against her bra, even then she couldn't stop kissing the gemstone and running her tongue around it.

When Wilson finally began to spray his hot fuck juice in her pussy, Lara was ready for it. Her luscious lips lay over the gemstone and while her tongue caressed the stone she groaned suppressed as her body was overwhelmed by an all-consuming orgasm. The feeling of his sperm splattering in her pussy, filling every inch of her cunt and his twitching cock moving in the hot flesh surrounded by his sperm and her own juice made her shiver. Her eyes twisted in pure Bliss and the orgasm shook her violently.

It took Lara a few minutes to recover from her orgasm and regain control over her breathing. With a loud noise Wilson pulled his cock out of her pussy and she could feel the fuck juice running down her thighs. Slowly and with shaky legs she stood up and put the box back on the table. Then she reached between her legs and pulled the hot pants up again while Wilson also straightened his pants. As soon as they had straightened their clothes Lara blinked confusedly.

She had just wanted to do something? Something important? She looked at Wilson who was standing next to her, sweaty and a bit out of breath.

"Is everything okay Wilson? You look exhausted?" she asked anxiously, and he just smiled in his typical British expression.

"I guess I forgot to eat something this morning Milady. Don't worry about me. Did you find out anything?"

Lara moaned in frustration and shook her head. "I have no idea what it could be. But I will find out. Would you be so kind and bring me another orange juice? Somehow I'm very thirsty."

Immediately Wilson nodded and disappeared in the front section. Lara, however, put her fingers to her chin and felt her own sweat. "Maybe we should fix the air conditioning. I don't usually sweat like this," she thought and looked down at the floor where she found a torn pair of panties.

Without thinking about it, she grabbed them and threw them into the trash can. Apparently one of the pilots had used her machine for a little stunt with a stewardess and forgot to clean up. Good thing she didn't wear panties today!