Sandwiches... and Mars bars

Jimmy half ran through the large main hall after the irritated archaeologist. He really enjoyed that she could be pissed off like this one moment then on her knees begging for his cock in the next. He wasn't done with her. The day had barely started, and he wanted to make the absolute most out of it.

The weather was warm and the rain from the night before was only visible through the slightly moist grass. Jimmy followed Lara through the gigantic green garden and couldn't help to be impressed at how nice it looked in daylight. It was nothing compared to the swaying ass in front of him. She walked with such a dignified posture that it was almost hard to believe that he had been balls deep into that tight sphincter just minutes ago, stretching it out.

They reached the patio. Winston was waiting for them. He had adorned the wooden table simply but elegantly with a white table cloth that almost touched the ground. A tray with six delicious looking sandwiches stood ready for them, along with two plates, napkins, glasses and a carafe with water. On one side of them were a pool, the rippling water reflected the sun softly. On the other side was Lara's sizable garden labyrinth.

"M'lady, sir." Winston motioned for Lara and Jimmy to sit down and poured water into their glasses. Lara's expression had softened from the fresh air, and Jimmy observed that she sat with her legs closed tight together. She had probably become aware that she wasn't wearing any panties. Jimmy placed his backpack beside his chair before sitting down opposite Lara.

"I trust your work with the library database is going well?" Winston asked.

"Yeah," Jimmy smiled and looked over at Lara it's a piece of cake "In fact, Lara was so impressed by my skills that she hired me part time to come back and continue the work!"

"Congratulations on a new job, lad" Winston said with a little smile, seemingly pleased for the boy. Lara, however, shot Jimmy a dark look, she had retained some hope of getting out of the contract, but with Winston in the know, there would probably be questions as to why the obnoxious brat didn't show up.

"Will that be all?" Winston asked, getting ready to retreat.

"Yes thank you Winston," Lara said, struggling to sound pleasant.

"Uhm," Jimmy hurried, "You know, I could really fancy some chocolate. You wouldn't happen to have, say, a Mars bar?"

Winston looked a little confused at the smiling teenager,

"As a matter of fact, yes, we do. I will fetch one for you."

"Ooh," Jimmy seemed to change his mind, "I think I can manage two Mars bars!"

Winston moved off on his old legs. With Lara staring at Jimmy, sparks flying from her eyes.

"What the hell did you say that for?" she asked in a hushed, angry voice.

"What?!" Jimmy said with mock surprise, "I fancied a Mars bar, that's why I told you to make him get me one in the first place!"

"Yes, but now he will..." Lara gave up, there was no way talking any sense into her new 'employee' "just forget it!"

Jimmy had already stuffed his mouth full of sandwich.

"Wefe awe gweak!" He spoke enthusiastically with his mouth full of food. Lara, on the other hand, preferred to eat hers with a knife and fork.

"I'm only realizing now how hungry I am," he continued, ignoring Lara's silence, "All I've eaten today is your cunt, after all."

The blunt remark caught Lara off guard, she choked on her food and coughed with her hand raised up towards her mouth. Jimmy noticed that she spread her legs slightly to steady herself and hurriedly snuck a sneaker up between her legs.

"Ah!" Lara squealed with surprise as she felt the cold, moist sole of Jimmy's shoe against her bare snatch. She did not react physically, but in a stern voice told him off.

"Stop that, your shoe is -ahp- dirty!"

The little shudder and half choked yelp of pleasure was all the confirmation Jimmy needed. He continued to apply a gentle pressure on Lara's slit with his foot. Lara didn't try to close her legs. Her own comment about the shoe being dirty had in fact turned her on. She moistened her pouty lips subconsciously.

"Now lift yours up here." Jimmy patted the chair between his feet audibly.

Lara looked puzzled at him, she wasn't quite sure what he meant.

"Your foot, you stupid bitch!"

Lara didn't think to reprimand him for calling her a stupid bitch. Instead she put her right foot up on the chair, between Jimmy's legs. The geek smiled. The bitch remark had just slipped out of him. That the proud adventuress didn't kick him in the groin, but just obeyed him, made him think.
Of course, he could call her whatever he liked when they were getting it on but she was usually quick to go cold if he called her something derogatory when she wasn't in one of her lust crazed frenzies.

He removed her shoe and let it fall onto the patio under the table. He opened his fly and let his semi-erect cock out. Lara massaged it with her stocking clad foot, while Jimmy kept on rubbing her pussy with his dirty sneaker sole. Jimmy wasn't a foot fetishist in any way, but for Lara's soft soles and delightfully beautiful little slim toes, he made an exception. He rubbed his dick underneath her foot, enjoying the soft texture of her stocking on his sensitive cock head. Her soles went sticky with his precum.

They shared a moment like this, pleasuring each other with their feet before they saw Winston coming out of the mansion again. Lara tried moving her foot away, but Jimmy held it against his crotch and continued feeling her up with his shoe.

"Let me go!" Lara said while the butler was still out of hearing range. Her breath was a bit heavier from the stimulation Jimmy was giving her.

"Now now," Jimmy said "Don't struggle, we wouldn't want to knock the table over or anything."

Lara reluctantly continued to massage his cock with her foot. She couldn't hide from the fact that she was getting hornier from the geek's rubber sole rolling over her clit. She tried to eat like normal to not alert Winston what was going on under the table, but her pussy burned with temptation.

"Your chocolate bars," Winston placed, the wrapped Mars bars on the table on a little plate. Jimmy pushed Lara's foot away from his crotch and hurried to tuck his dick back into his pants.

"Thank you," he said with a smile and made a sweeping gesture with his hand, knocking his glass over and down on the patio it didn't break, but the water spilled out. He made sure to use the foot he wasn't currently rubbing Lara's cunt with to softly roll the glass under the table.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Jimmy said, startled.

"Don't worry about it, I will get it for you," Winston said and bent down under the tablecloth. Jimmy hurried retracted his foot from Lara's pussy and tried to avoid the glare she sent him. Her eyes had mixture of panic and anger.

The first thing that hit Winston went he got under the table was the scent of Lara's sweet, wet pussy.

Oh dear, no knickers, he thought just as he turned his head toward her legs he saw straight into her soaking wet, neatly trimmed pussy for a long, satisfying second before she clenched her legs quickly together with and audible slapping sound together. Even when she sat like this, her skirt was so high up that he could see her trimmed little patch of pubic hair. Completely frozen, the old man felt his jaw drop.

He sat there on his knees for a little while, staring like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck. A little drop of drool fell from his lower lip onto his hand snapping him out of his daze. He shook his head to regain his composure and started to wipe the floor with his cloth, not where Jimmy had spilled the water, but in front of Lara's legs so he could look at her bare thighs and dark pubic hair. He could feel his cock twitching in his pants, the sensation of arousal was rare one to the white haired butler, but this was certainly doing the trick for his old cock.

Meanwhile, Lara's lips were pursed tightly together in a mixture of a frown and panic, she looked like she was trying to kill Jimmy with an angry stare.
The geek didn't care though. He just winked at her and made a V with his fingers and a cunnilingus gesture while pointing under the table. Lara's face was turning red from anger and humiliation. She told herself she would have punched the smile right off the little brat's face if she had been alone with him.

Eventually he picked up the glass and returned from under the table. Nothing in his expression hinted at what he had seen when he stood up and brushed the dust off his knees before putting the glass back on the table.

"Will there be anything else?" he asked in his usual croaking voice.

"N-", Lara started before Jimmy interrupted her.

"You know," he said "some wine would be nice. To celebrate my new job and all!" Jimmy smiled, first at the butler and then to Lara.

Winston looked at Lara with his eyebrows raised waiting for her confirmation, it was still early in the day.

"Yes, sure." Lara said in a resigned voice. She didn't want to find out what Jimmy would do if she refused.

"How about one that is nineteen years old," Jimmy suggested, "like me!"

"I think that could be arranged," Winston shuffled away again.

Jimmy fondled a bit with his fork, and spoke before Lara could dig into him for anything.

"I have a challenge for you, while the old man is gone!"

The side of his mouth turned upwards into the smug smirk that Lara had learned to recognize as bad news.