Lara, and Andrea get acquainted

Lara sat and watched Andrea make the rounds once she'd gotten a new tray and loaded it up with beer, smiling and talking with the patrons as if the fight hadn't happen, until finally she made her way back to Lara's table.

“There you are”. The busty black beauty said as she leaned forwards to offer Lara a tantalizing view of her cleavage as she placed the wooden tankard in front of her, “The best ale we've got, shipped in all the way from Tamarund.”

“Thanks”. Lara smiled and tried not to show that that place-name told her nothing other than that she still had no idea where she was. At that moment Lara realised just how thirsty she was, as she had lost her canteen when she awoke in this strange place.

Andrea watched her intently from the other side of the table, still offering up a stupendous amount of cleavage. A warm smile spread across her beautiful face. Lara saluted her host with the tankard before taking a deep chug of the delicious smelling ale.

"Whoa!" Lara exclaimed. "That is something else!"

Andrea's smile widened, revealing two rows of pearly white teeth. "Don't rush it, it's not the watered down swill you will find in most taverns!"

Lara nodded her head in reply to Andrea, before taking a more cautious sip of her beverage. The busty brunette sighed in satisfaction as the strong yet delicious liquid slid down her throat towards her gullet. "That's good stuff, thank you!"

"You're welcome. I've spoken to the cook, and she's making you some soup with fresh bread and cheese". Andrea replied, before quickly waving off Lara's half hearted protestations. "If you will excuse me I will be busy until Bard returns".

Lara thanked her host once again, grateful for the woman's generosity, yet to her shame the gorgeous explorer couldn't avert her eyes from Andrea's full behind when the dark skinned lady had turned away.

....................................................................

"How was the meal, Lara?" Andrea asked, once again offering the explorer a great view of her corset encased tits as she leaned in to pick up Lara's empty bowl, and plate.

"Best thing I've eaten all day". Lara said honestly, deciding not to inform Andrea that her previous meals for the day consisted of energy bars. The meal had been simple, but absolutely delicious and had done her a world of good.

"Excellent, I'll give Sara your compliments". Andrea promised with a smile, and placed a fresh tankard of ale in front of Lara.

The doors to the tavern burst open, and a large group entered the high class watering hole. The group appeared to be at least twenty strong, predominantly male, and made their way to a couple of recently vacated tables in the centre of the room.

"Ma'am. A round of bread, and your finest ale for twenty two weary souls, please". The apparent leader of the group called out to Andrea, tipping his hat to her in a courteous manner.

"Coming right up, sir!" The dark skinned beauty replied, flashing him a welcoming smile. "Come on Bard, where are you?" She muttered to herself.

Lara however was in ear shot of Andrea's grumble. "Is he still not back?" She asked. The intrepid explorer prided herself of her normally acute observation skills, but distracted by her meal she had failed to notice that the hunky beefcake that is Andrea's lover had yet to return.

"No, he hasn't". Andrea frowned. "I'm not that worried, he can take care of himself, but it leaves me rather short handed with this new group turning up".

"Do you want a hand? I have some experience in pulling pints". Lara offered, eager to help her generous host. She had also noted that the punters had been quite generous tippers, and having some of the local currency would be quite useful.

"I couldn't ask that of you, Lara...." Andrea began.

"Then it's lucky that you don't have to". Lara cut her off gently, flashing the busty beauty a smile.

"Thanks, I really appreciate this. I'll make it up to you".

"Well, I do need a place to stay for the night". Lara replied, having only just thought about that minor detail.

"Well I do have the guest room available. I'll run it by Bard when he returns, but I don't see any reason why you can't stay here". Andrea said thoughtfully, a big smile spread across her beautiful face. "You will have to change out of that outfit though".

"Yeah, this is hardly the traditional bar wench attire is it?" Lara quipped, indicating to her poncho, while she rose to her feet.

Andrea giggled, and gently took hold of Lara's hand. "Don't worry I have something that you can slip into out the back...."

..........................................................

"Ok, here goes nothing". Lara whispered to herself, her hands clutched tightly to the tray full of portions of bread. The busty brunette had accomplished all sorts of dangerous feats across the globe, yet in this simple tavern her heart was racing. She took a deep breath, and walked out from the partition separating the bar from the back area into the area in which the punters were gathered.

A collective intake of breath followed by silence descended over the tavern. Lara kept her gaze firmly on the table she was headed to, her cheeks turned red as she was very much aware that every eye in the building was on her.

To be honest she couldn't exactly blame them. The outfit that Andrea had lent her consisted of a tight brown top with short white sleeves, and a plunging neckline which showcased her huge round breasts. Lara had planned originally to put her sports bra on underneath, but the neckline of the top was cut so low the black garment would be entirely on show, and would look ridiculous. If any of the patrons were more inclined to enjoy women's legs rather than their boobs then they were in luck. The brown skirt that Lara now wore just about covered her thighs, but showed off the rest of her tanned mile long legs.

The sound of her temporary footwear clicking on the hard wooden floor echoed in the otherwise silent chamber. As her sturdy combat boots would have looked rather out of place with the rest of her attire the cook, a leggy blonde by the name of Sara lent her a pair of comfy, simple yet stylish shoes with corked heels.

"Here is your bread, gentlemen. Andrea is just coming with the drinks". Lara said with a smile as she reached the table.

With a fleeting moment of trepidation, Lara hesitated for a moment before resigning herself to the inevitable and began unloading the tray. A fresh collective intake of breath was taken by the men around the table on account of the fact that every item she unloaded from the tray to place in front of the hungry and thirsty punters resulted in her boobs straining against her top and threatening to spill out into the open.

A gust of wind courtesy of the front door being opened by a departing customer made Lara very much aware that her skirt had risen up, revealing her thong clad buttocks.

"Thanks, Miss....?" One of the men at the table said.

"L-Lara". She finally managed to say in reply, her cheeks grew warmer by the passing second.

"Thank you, Lara". The man said as he fished around in his pockets before he placed a few coins in Lara's soft right hand.

The other men followed suit and as Lara left the table to return to the bar she needed to have her hands cupped to prevent the coins from spilling through her fingers.

"Lara, you look divine!" Andrea complimented the smaller woman with a smile as the dark skinned returned to the bar from a table at the opposite side of the tavern.

"Thanks, it appears that the blokes at the table liked the outfit". Lara commented, indicating to the coins she held in her hands.

"Honey, everyone here loves you in that get up. You should have seen everyone's faces when the wind blew up your skirt!" Andrea replied, her lips twisting into a lewd grin.

Lara felt her face turn a bright shade of beetroot. "People saw?"

"Honey, everyone saw". Andrea's grin widened as she leaned down to whisper seductively in Lara's ear. "I love the revealing underwear by the way".

"It's called a thong". Lara whispered back, her eyes drawn once again to Andrea's corset encased tits as the towering dark skinned beauty loomed over hear.

"You have to tell me where you got them. They will drive Bard wild with desire, not that he needs that much motivation!" Andrea purred in Lara's ear, while the busty brunette had an image of the strong, handsome man taking Andrea on the bar surface flash into her mind.

"W-well they are from out of town". The flustered explorer replied, the image in her mind quickly changed to Bard pulling aside her thong and plunge his cock into her pussy from behind while she and Andrea kissed. Lara suddenly realised that a very large damp spot was forming in her revealing underwear.

"Excuse me, are you Andrea Carlowitz?" A gruff male voice asked from behind Lara.

Both women turned to regard the newcomer. He was exceptionally tall and muscled, with a face that might have been once handsome, but it was impossible to tell with the scars that now adorned it. His arms vaguely resembled tree trunks, and his muscles strained against the light leather armour that he wore.

"That's me. What can I do for you?" Andrea asked in a cool tone, her muscles tense, while Lara, having suspected trouble subtly dropped into a combat pose,

"The name's Griff. Do you still take on challengers?"

"That's right". Andrea replied, who visibly relaxed. She flashed Lara a smile which the younger woman interpreted as predatory. "This will be fun".