She opts for the bike

Deciding that cross-country mobility more important – the cars all lacked tinted windows anyway, and if Ariel was well-connected enough to know she was coming in advance, chances were word would reach her quickly if Lara was spotted going through any town along the way – Lara picked one of the bikes and climbed on it after first strapping a jerry can to its back and slinging her rifle over one shoulder.

Since there might be a few guards left scattered throughout the compound and they’d hear the sound of an engine being fired, Lara hit the gas hard the moment she’d gotten the bike started and hunkered down on top of it. In order to lessen the risk of her being pursued, she had first used her knife to slash the tires of every vehicle in there except for a second bike in case the first one wouldn’t start.

Making a sharp turn and feeling grateful that the main gate had been left open in case of Ariel returning, Lara kept pushing the accelerator and charged out of the gate. Behind her, she heard startled shouts, but she was so far gone by the time that the cracks of shots being fired could be heard that none of them came even close to hitting.

Racing up over the nearest ridge line and out of sight, Lara kept going hard, the wind making her unbraided hair flow and twist in the air behind her and the air washing over her hunkered-down helping to turn her nipples stiff again.

It was only once she’d gotten off the road completely to instead make a beeline for some arid-looking hills off in the distance that Lara became aware of one side-effect of her chosen mode of transport. The uneven ground and the speed at which she was travelling meant that her exposed pussy was bouncing up and down on the seat of her bike. That, along with her adrenaline continuing to drop as she wasn’t being pursued, meant that she became aware of her arousal again.

It had still been there, somewhere in the distance, during her frantic escape, but now it was becoming much more pronounced. It wasn’t like before, when she’d constantly been on the verge of masturbating, but it was definitely there and growing stronger with each second that past without her attending to her glistening pussy.

Driving into a small gorge, Lara dismounted her bike and put her backpack down in front of her after first dropping to her haunches. Rifling through her pack, she found her phone.

“Croft Manor,” Devon’s smooth, clipped voice as he picked up on the other end of the scrambled line was reassuring to hear.

“Hello Devon.”

“Lady Croft.”

“I’m still in Mexico, and in a bit of a jam. Could you send the jet? And make it somewhere out of the way.”

“Where are you now, Lady Croft?”

“Good question, Devon… Could you track my phone?”

“Of course.”

“Oh and Devon, put together an excavation team and send them over here. I’ll give you more details later, but there’s a group of statues that I want to get my hands on. There’s five of them in total – tell them to get as many as they can.”

Initially considering getting her hands on just one of the mega-cocked statues, Lara’s time with them led her to make a spur-of-the-moment decision that one wouldn’t be enough. The thought of the ways in which she could use two statues at once had her biting her lip to stop from moaning into the phone.

“Do they have an owner?”

“Yes, but she did try to kill me, Devon.”

“Better not have the team made up of grad students then.”

“Another thing… She might come after me, so give the manor staff off some paid vacation until this is all settled.”

“I shall send them on their way and set up the Claymores, ma’am.”

“You can clear off as well, Devon.”

“Oh dear, the line’s breaking up. I didn’t get that last part.”

Lara smiled at Devon’s dryly delivered disobedience. Not every valet had an old service rifle tucked under his bed, along with a chest full of medals.

“Coordinates will be coming your way shortly, Lady Croft.”

“Thanks, Devon.”

“Of course.”

While she waited for her phone to buzz with the coordinates to a suitable airstrip, Lara decided to take care of a practical matter. The sun was shining and would be a problem if she was to spend the whole day on the bike. Since she preferred not to leave Mexico burnt into a crisp, Lara delved into her pack once more.

Located inside it, among many other things, was a tank top and a spare thong. Lara’s hands slid past them however and she instead retrieved the bottle of sun lotion placed underneath them. Standing back up and popping the lid off, she squeezed a big dollop of the thick fluid into the palm of her right hand and then rubbed both of them together.

Given how her sense of arousal seemed permanently heightened, it wasn’t surprising that rubbing the lotion onto her arms felt really good, and Lara was moaning with pleasure as she got them equipped with a thick, lustrous sheen.

More lotion had soon been applied to Lara’s hands, and her huge, round tits were swaying as she bent forwards deep to repeat the process with her legs. It felt so good in fact that she soon straightened back up and tossed her right leg across the dirt bike’s seat so she could take care of her thigh even more thoroughly. As her fingers massaged their way closer to her pussy, Lara’s moans turned into lustful gasps. Switching legs, Lara was keenly aware of her wetness rolling out onto her labia to fall from there onto the dry ground beneath as her pussy opened up and grew darker in colour.

Still able to resist her urges far more effectively than previously, Lara finished with her legs, went back for another serving of lotion from the bottle, and went to work on her toned midsection. The aroused gasps kept flowing out of her mouth as she arched her back, making her tits shake and her equally firm arse bounce as she started from around her bellybutton and let her hands move up towards her chest.

Leaving her breasts unattended for now, Lara moved downwards again, her gasps turning back into moans as her kneading fingers led the way over belly and lingered there for quite some time as she worked up the mental fortitude to resist attending to her pussy next.

Instead, with much of her body already glistening in the bright sunshine, Lara attended as best she could to her back, wrapping her arms round her tits in her attempts to get at her shoulders. When she smacked both hands onto her ass, Lara’s immediate reaction was to bend forwards, bringing her breasts onto the bike as she balanced somewhere between oiling her asscheeks up and groping them.

With juices streaming down her legs and her asshole twitching with excitement as she dipped her fingers into the tight valley between her buttock, Lara pulled herself back from the brink of another masturbation session and took a breath deep and hard enough to send her tits rocking about as she straightened out.

Her tits were next, and with her lust continuing to build and build with no end in sight, it was only natural that Lara came to focus on her hard nipples. Rubbing her thighs together while her fingers danced around the two stiff buds of flesh, Lara proceeded to press and knead her boobs together, ignoring the sound of her phone stirring.

Once Lara finally gave up on her tits, there was really just one part of her left to take care of. After drawing another deep breath and covering her hands with more sun lotion, she leaned against the bike and spread her legs.

“Yes...” Simply brushing her fingers across her sensitive slit felt so good that it nearly sent Lara toppling back over the seat of the bike. Maintaining her footing, she proceeded to mix the lotion with the juices exiting her aroused cunt.

“Oh God!” Despite trying to focus on her pussy lips and nothing more, Lara letting a digit come too close to her engorged clit made her cry out in bliss. In an instant, her internal resistance crumbled and her lips went from puckered to pulled back into a lustful grimace as she stabbed two fingers of her left hand inside her sex and left the right to tend to her clit.

Grunting and gasping, Lara was bucking her slippery fuckhole onto her fingers while tending to the teeny pearl sitting atop it in no time at all, her pace growing rapidly as all that pent-up lust became unleashed.

With her head filled with images of her servicing the statues and her pussy being slammed onto two of her digits over and over again while two more kept flicking across her swollen clit, it didn’t take long before Lara cried out and had the palm of her hand be filled with her cum.

Still bucking her hips, Lara rode out her orgasm, although she let go of her clit to instead grope her tits with one hand, tugging at her stiff nipples and stroking them as the pleasure kept washing over her in big pulses.

Finally finished, Lara wiped her hand on her stomach and stood back up, needing to catch her breath again before turning her attention to her phone.

Devon hadn’t just sent her the coordinates to what looked like a small airfield practically in the middle of nowhere, but also those of her current location. That allowed Lara to plot a course which would avoid all major roads and settlements. Happily enough, Devon had cleverly picked an airfield located to the south-west, meaning that Lara would be travelling away from Mexico City instead of towards it. With a little luck, that would mean that Atriel would focus her resources on looking for her in the wrong place.

Sticking the bottle of lotion back in her backpack, Lara stopped whilst bent forwards to look at the bag containing Adam’s thirteen-inch package.

“No, I’d be stuck here for hours,” Brushing aside the thought that she had yet to try out that big cock and see how it compared with the incredible climaxes brought about by merely one of his testicles, Lara closed her backpack and donned it again.

As the bike roared back to life and Lara set off for her destination, she had to admit it had been a shame that she hadn’t thought to steal a pair of boots along with it. At the same time, she could feel the build-up towards her orgasm start inside her.

That build-up continued steadily during the hours of hard travel that followed and which saw Lara buzz up and down hills and through valleys on her trek across the Mexican wilderness. Apart from a few instances of her crossing dirt roads, it was all off-road.

As for her arousal, the pressure of it kept growing and growing, but it never became overpowering, even if her pussy bumping against the dirt bike’s saddle did cause her to experience a few short but thoroughly enjoyable orgasms that had it dripping with her juices.

Finally, with the sun more than halfway through settling beneath the horizon, Lara had reached a point where she could glance down at the airfield. It was even more isolated than she’d thought, with the faint light of a small town off in the distance and not a car or bike parked outside. And despite it not even being dark yet, it appeared completely abandoned as Lara looked at it through her binoculars.

With her plane unlikely to arrive until morning, spending the night indoors did seem quite tempting.