Who doesn't love a little black dress?

Not much time later, Lara entered the tastefully furnished study of Sterling's country manor, carrying with her a whiff of the subtle perfume that Wilkinson had picked out for her and having the clicking of the heels of her new shoes be muted as she stepped onto the thick rug.

“Lara,” Sterling was waiting for her there, and would doubtlessly have looked impossibly suave and dashing in his tuxedo if not for the stunned expression that Lara's appearance had made him adopt. One look at him, and she forgot all about where she was and how she'd ever get back home to her own time again.

“You like it?” Purring and flashing Sterling a seductive smile, Lara withstood the temptation to spin round for his benefit, if for no other reason than that it might cause her huge, round tits to break out of the severely strained top of her dress.

“I... Yes,” Nodding his head, Sterling appeared conflicted over which part of Lara to gawk at. A little black dress, it was rendered all the more little by Lara not having told Wilkinson her cup size, resulting in the top of it being seriously overworked trying to contain her fantabulous jugs, ample amounts of which were already exposed thanks to their size making the neckline go from low but still modest to a massively revealing display of absolute cleavage, not to mention that the manner in which her boobs filled out the top of the dress meant that barely anything of their sides were concealed by the thin black cloth. Obviously, Lara couldn't wear a bra with the dress, and after slipping it on and scrutinizing herself meticulously in the mirror, had chosen to go without a thong as well, with the motivation that if you looked really hard and knew where to look, you could almost make out the line formed by its waistband. And her lack of underwear meant that there was nothing to stop the juices escaping her pussy from trickling down her legs as she admired how he filled out his tux.

“Good...” When Lara stepped forwards, Sterling did the same, the two of them coming together in the middle of the study, Lara putting one hand on Sterling's chest and cooing at its firmness. She had been intending to stick with banter and verbal flirting for a little while longer, but those plans dissolved rapidly as her hand stroked Sterling's chest.

Sterling inhaled sharply in response to Lara's hand sliding round to his back while her other one started off on his hip and moved upwards to join the first underneath his shoulder blades so she could pull him close, her head dipping back slightly to compensate for the height difference between them as her tits were mashed into his chest for the first time ever. Their lips touched, still closed for a brief moment while rubbing together, before Lara's softer, fuller ones parted and her tongue shot forwards, deftly pushing its way into Sterling's mouth.

Responding to the kiss, Sterling placed his hands on Lara's waist and let them remain there at first, tightening his grasp a little and causing her to moan hornily into his mouth at this first display of his strength, then sliding one up over her back until it was stroking her exposed skin, while the other started caressing the part of her right thigh left out in the open thanks to the leg-slit of her dress.

Eagerly, as Sterling fondled the outside of her thigh, Lara raised her leg and hooked it round the back of his thighs to press her pussy up against the thick base of his cock, the warmth radiating from it drawing a lusty whimper that shot into his mouth, as well as making her nipples poke harder still into his chest and her pussy to step up its already ample juicing.

Suddenly, Sterling's right hand left Lara's back, instead ending up on her left thigh, with one of her hands soon joining it, tugging up her dress far enough that he could pull her other leg up too, his strong hands grabbing onto her bubble butt while her toned legs ended up wrapped around his waist. At the start of the kiss – or rather the closely paced succession of them – Lara had been the one with the initiative. Now though, it was much more of a chaotic free-for-all, with each trying to match the other's pace as well as stepping it up further at the same time, and the intensity only increased when Lara's back was pressed against the nearest wall, leaving her pinned between it and Sterling's muscular form.

Intoxicated by the sensation of that thick base of Sterling's hard cock pressed against her pussy, Lara started grinding her hips as far up and down as she could in her current position, her arms locked round Sterling's neck and her lips mashed onto his as she could feel his dick throbbing slowly and rhythmically as she rubbed her soaked little twat against it, the intrepid explorer's head started to get dizzy with the thought that any second now, this hunk of a man would rip her dress off and have his way with her.

A dinner bell rang. Then it rang again. And again.

“We should probably...” Sterling suggested, after the sixth patient ringing of the bell, having disentangled himself from the lip-lock but still standing with his body pressed against Lara's.

“Yes...” They were still close enough that Lara's warm breath washed against Sterling's face when she responded. She hadn't eaten since breakfast, and they did have a very busy and rather long night ahead of them.

“Sterling,” Lara started, after first releasing one more lustful moan as he pulled away from her and helped her onto her feet, “One more thing...”

“What?”

“I won't say a single thing during dinner,” Purring and sending Sterling a highly suggestive glance, Lara felt confident that she'd managed to convey her desire to have their dinner over and dealt with as quickly as possible.

“Right,” Smiling, Sterling offered Lara his arm, and they proceeded into the dining room.
After Sterling had thanked the departing Wilkinson, he and Lara set to work on eating a well-cooked and lavish, albeit somewhat undercooked dinner. Sitting opposite Sterling, Lara couldn't resist placing her foot against his crotch and stroke his big erection.

“Lara, please...” Sterling stopped carving through his slice of roast beef long enough to lodge a friendly protest, “Unless you want me to accidentally cut off my thumb.”

“Want me to stop?” Smiling at Sterling and taking a sip of wine, Lara rubbed her foot a little harder against his cock, and was rewarded for her efforts by a singular throb running through it, one powerful enough to make her heel tap against the nearest leg of his chair.

“Well... No.”

Silence resumed, and Lara went back to trying to finish her meal without becoming too distracted thinking of all the things she wanted Sterling to do to her. When she thought of his cock opening up her asshole, it was probably the first time ever that anyone had moaned with lust with their mouth full of overcooked Brussels sprouts.

After finishing dinner as quickly as they could without risking a bad case of indigestion or ****, Sterling and Lara performed with unplanned and largely unintentional coordination by laying down their cutlery and aside their napkins, getting out of their chairs and walking round the table to meet at the short-end of it, where they melted into another lip-sucking, world-spinning kiss.

The kiss ended with Sterling sweeping Lara off her feet and carrying her through several rooms' worth of heirlooms and flawless interior decorating, the short journey ending with the arrival to his bedroom, in which Lara was gently deposited onto his big, soft bed.

In contrast, there was nothing gentle in which Lara quickly got up on her knees and pulled Sterling down into another passionate kiss, during which she tugged and pulled at his dress jacket, both encouraging and helping him get out of it, before getting open first his vest, then his shirt, only holding herself back from starting to stroke and caress his hard chest and well-defined stomach (which was more a wall of muscle, rather than a pretty boy, gym-toned six pack) for long enough to free him of his tie.

Pushing Sterling back once he was naked from the waist up, and making sure to keep pace with him so as to not let their lip-lock end, Lara finally broke the kiss a short while later, barely pausing to take a deep breath along with him before taking a small step back and sending him a warm, erotic smile while her right hand reached in behind her neck.

The strap holding Lara's dress up came apart due to her nimble fingers, and the front of it fell forwards, peeling off her all the way down to her waist, leaving her topless and Sterling frozen with awe at the sight of her. Through some light use of her hands and seductive wiggling of her hips, Lara got the dress to slide all the way down to her ankles, and left it behind as she took a small step forwards again, wearing nothing more than her heels.

When she saw Sterling's hand moving towards the front of his trousers, Lara dropped down onto her haunches.