Lara wakes up alone

The next morning, Lara rolled over on her other side and mumbled happily, only for her dreamy smile to turn into a confused frown when she reached out with her hand but finding an empty space where Sterling's muscular chest ought to have been. Opening her eyes and finding herself alone in bed, she slipped off her covers and sat up, her knees in front of her and her hands on the bed as she looked around. There was a folded piece of paper with her name it on the nightstand nearest to her.

“Dear Lara,” The note began, “I'm terribly sorry to leave you, but I've received some visitors, and it all seems rather urgent. Shouldn't take too long. In the meantime, Wilkinson will sort you out with some breakfast. Love, Sterling.”

“Visitors?” Disappointed at missing out on the early morning shag that she'd been hoping for since before she'd properly woken up, Lara slipped out of bed. The dress from last night, which she'd left on the floor, was gone, but a robe was hanging off the door of the nearby wardrobe. Donning the robe, which by happy circumstance was the same turquoise colour as the tops that she was so fond of, Lara fixed the sash round her waist and discovered that just as had been the case with the dress, it would have fitted her perfectly if only she'd been several cup sizes smaller. Already well aware of how much cleavage was on full display as the robe tried desperately to contain her tits, Lara glanced at her image in the nearby mirror and smiled. Thanks to the effect that her boobs had on the silk robe, there was a gap showing, running from where the robe ended just underneath her knees all the way up to her waist, and as she leaned from one foot to the other, she caught a glimpse of her bald, glistening cunt.

Taking one more look at her image in the mirror and already fantasizing about teasing Sterling until he'd have her bent over the dinner table while he fucked her ass, Lara let out a soft moan and began to move. Exiting Sterling's bedroom and trying to remember the way back to the dining room, Lara was soon walking down a carpeted corridor.

Halfway down the length of the corridor, she came upon a door left slightly ajar, and could hear voices from behind it.

“I know this is all on dreadfully short notice, and we are sorry about that, Pound,” Lara heard an unfamiliar voice, male and very polished, say, “But the whole matter is of the utmost importance to His Majesty's Government.”

“Don't worry, gentlemen,” Sterling replied, as Lara lingered by the door, “Of course I'm happy to be of assistance.”

Although she wondered what exactly it was that was so important, Lara nonetheless began walking again, moving away from the door. Intrigued though she might be, she wasn't about to spy on Sterling.

About thirty seconds later, as she reached the end of the corridor, Wilkinson appeared.

“Miss Croft,” Upon seeing Lara and how she filled out her robe, Wilkinson raised his right eyebrow about half an inch and cleared his throat.

“Wilkinson,” Lara flashed the butler a friendly smile and made sure that the robe was still covering her private areas.

“Your breakfast is ready,” Wilkinson's gaze was now firmly fixed on Lara's face, and he seemed adamant about not letting it drop below her neck.
“Thanks.”

Her breakfast turned out to be of the full English variety, and Lara cheerfully dug in, figuring that she'd need plenty of energy for everything that Sterling and her would hopefully get up to that day. As she finished it, Sterling came walking into the dining room, a cup of tea in one hand. Like her, he was dressed in a robe, albeit a crimson one that didn't fit him quite as snugly as hers, and a pair of burgundy pyjamas underneath it.

“Good morning, Lara,” Greeting his lady with a smile, Sterling wisely put his cup down on the table during the brief few moments that it took her to shoot out of her seat and come sauntering up to him, the cup trembling upon its saucer as he let go of it just as he caught a glimpse of her robe didn't quite manage to cover her pussy while she walked with long, graceful strides.

“Sterling,” Lara purred, her full lips formed into a playful smile as she locked her arms round his neck and greeted him a good morning with a passionate kiss. Her full, round tits were already mashed into Sterling's chest, but when Lara felt his hands on the small of her back, she began pushing her way upwards, dragging her tits along with her and making his hands slide onto her ass as she got up on her toes.

Moaning into Sterling's mouth when he started fondling her asscheeks, Lara sank back onto her kneels and began squirming against him in an effort to both press her tits tighter against his chest and push her ass further into his hands.

“Lara,” When the kiss finally ended so they could come up for air, Sterling was the first to speak, “I've some bad news, I'm afraid.”

“What?” Lara asked, feeling that by now she ought be on her hands and knees on the floor, screaming in ecstasy as Sterling ploughed either of her nether holes. In order to at least get a little closer to that point, she reached down with one hand and untied the sash holding his robe together, and chuckled softly at him groaning when her fingers just happened to brush against his stiff cock. Seconds later, her chuckle had been replaced by throaty moans as her hand lingered between Sterling's legs, caressing his erection through the trousers of his pyjamas.

“Well,” For some reason, Sterling was speaking rather slowly, “I can't help you find the stone yet.”

“Right,” Ceasing to move her wrist as she remembered that she was trapped in the past, Lara nonetheless kept her hand in place on Sterling's dick.

“Something's come up...”

“I'll say,” Lara couldn't help but give Sterling's member a gentle squeeze.

“Lara?” Sterling groaned.

“You want me to put my hands some place else?”

“For the moment, yes.”

“Fine,” Moving back ever so slightly, Lara smiled at Sterling as she moved her left hand away from his neck and used it to pop free the top button on his pyjama shirt, then finally let go of his cock with the other, “Now what were you saying?”

“That I have to go abroad for a little bit,” Sterling explained, as Lara undid another button on his shirt, “Just for a few days.”

“Right,” Nodding, Lara certainly wasn't looking forwards to be left in England while Sterling was away. But if she had to be all on her own for a couple of days, Lara thought, she might as well use them to carry out whatever research that she could about the stone.

“Actually, Lara...” Sterling hesitated for a few moments, during which Lara didn't interfere, instead looking up at him whilst keeping her hands on his chest, “Have you ever visited the island of Saint Barthélemy?”

“It's in the Caribbean, isn't it?”

“Yes,” Sterling nodded, “It's a French colony, although it used to be a Swedish one.”

“Sweden had a colony in the Caribbean?”

“Yes, they bought it from the French and owned it for about a hundred years before selling it back to them,” Sterling explained, and became temporarily distracted by how Lara's robe had slid further apart to reveal even more of her canyon-deep cleavage.

“And you have to go there for some reason?” Lara resumed undoing Sterling's shirt, one button at a time.

“Afraid so,” Hesitating again, Sterling appeared torn, and Lara could understand why, “Look, Lara, I hate to leave you all alone...”

“I understand,” Lara assured Sterling, and nimbly laid bare more of his chest and stomach. If Sterling was going on a mission on behalf of the British government, then he'd be a fool to trust Lara completely. Even if he was sure that she wasn't a Nazi agent, verifying her story was impossible, and in 1938, Albion was still under threat from such perfidious enemies as the Soviets, the Japanese and the Italians. And probably the French too, allied or not.

“Sterling, you're going to fly there, right?” However, as more of Sterling's hard belly came into view thanks to her attentions, Lara decided that she wasn't going to let him out of her sight for a second longer than what was strictly necessary.

“Well, yes.” After his shirt came completely undone, Sterling gasped softly at Lara's hands sliding up to his shoulders, where they began pushing both the shirt and his robe down his arms, the thickness of which made Lara coo.

“I'm a pretty decent pilot, and your Comet's got dual controls,” Lara explained, trying to keep things as brief as possible, “We could fly there pretty much non-stop, and you'd save at least a day.”

“That's true,” Nodding, Sterling then helped Lara get him naked from the waist up by shifting and bending his arms.

“And since it'd be pretty much a vacation for me, I wouldn't have to bring any weapons,” Lara continued on, warming to the prospect of getting drilled repeatedly on some sunny Caribbean beach, “And could leave you alone for a bit to do whatever it is you're going there to do.”

“We'll have to get you some new clothes,” Sterling said as Lara's fingers burrowed themselves inside the waistline of his pants, then he smiled, “And you'll probably need a bathing suit too.”

“No I won't...” Purring and smiling naughtily, Lara popped loose the button holding Sterling's pyjama pants up, and yanked them down. What followed them being pulled all the way down to his knees was Sterling groaning, the sound of something long, thick and heavy pushing the air out of the way as it cut upwards fast, and finally Lara's excited scream being blended with the “SPLAT!” of Sterling's cock smacking into her cunt. The impact was enough to make the loose knot holding the sash in place round Lara's waist fall apart, and the robe consequently slid open to reveal her huge tits, toned stomach and glistening, vividly pink little pussy.

“Fuck, Sterling...” It was suddenly Lara's turn to groan, courtesy of the shaft of Sterling's dong pushing her labia apart, forcing them into reshaping themselves round its girth while his cockhead was somewhere on the other side of her firm bubble butt. Buying clothes, she quickly decided, could wait.