Major Reginald Holcomb --Smythe frowned as he stroked his handlebar mustache. He was sitting across from his visitor, the aristocratic and wholly delectable Lady Croft, listening as she explained once again why he should financially back her next attempt at obtaining the Statue of the Golden Ape.
As the striking female droned on about the money to be made from her proposed endeavor Holcombe-Smythe focused on her luscious lower lip, imagining what it would feel like to slowly rub the head of his cock against that soft, glistening pillow. He was fully engorged beneath the dinner table, his phallus reacting to his train of thought.
"So what do you say, Major?"
"It's certainly something to think about..." he said.
Lara Croft leaned forward in her chair. "Don't think too long. I'll go elsewhere." She saw the man's eyes fall to the cleavage she was showing at the bodice of her dress. 'Men', she thought. 'They all have one thing on their minds.'
"Now that would be a tragedy, Lady Croft." 'My god but she's got lovely breasts', Holcombe-Smythe thought. The story of how Lara Croft had emerged from the jungle in nothing but a few large leaves after her last attempt at the statue had stuck in his head ever since he first heard it. Oh, to have been there... Just the thought made his cock twitch. "Would you like another brandy?"
"I don't see why not," Laura purred. If Holcombe-Smythe thought he could take advantage of her after a few snifters of expensive brandy then he was about to be sorely disappointed. Laura had long ago learned to hold her liquor. She'd gone shot for shot with smug men from the jungles of South America to the frozen steppes of Siberia and drunk them all under the table.
The portly retired Major rang his man servant for another round of brandy. His snifter glass when it was fetched was filled with water colored to look the same as what Lara was being given. For what he had in mind it wouldn't do to be intoxicated He smiled as Lara took a hefty sip of her brandy. 'Drink up, Lady Croft', he thought.
The two made polite conversation for the next hour as the servant reappeared with several more rounds of brandy. Holcomb-Smythe watched for signs of approaching inebriation in the statuesque brunette, amazed that she could imbibe as much as she had and not appear to be affected. It wasn't until another hour had passed and she was half way through her seventh snifter that Lara Croft put a hand to her forehead and asked if the room wasn't suddenly quite stuffy.
"Are you feeling quite all right, Lady Croft?"
Lara frowned. "I feel a bit light headed actually..."
"Well now...we don't want that. Perhaps you'd like to lie down for just a bit?"
He stood up and took her arm helping her up from her chair. When she leaned against him her warm, heavy breast pressed up against his arm. He put an arm around her narrow waist and guided her across the sitting room and through a door to one of his many guest bedrooms. By the time they reached the big four poster bed Lara was nearly dead weight. Holcomb-Smythe lifted her body and placed it in the center of the mattress. As he did he let his hands explore the large bosoms he had been lusting after all night, squeezing the heavy mounds through the top of her dress.
"Why, Major...you dirty man" Lara muttered, her voice slurred. "You're touching my boobies..."
The Major looked down at her lithe body and grinned from ear to ear. Unable to contain himself any longer he started to unbutton the front of the inebriated woman's dress. When he had undone the last he slowly opened the top of her dress so that those jutting breasts were revealed to his eager eyes for the first time. The vermillion colored nipples were standing proudly...just begging to be suckled. He spread the dress apart at its bottom and looked with absolute awe upon Lady Croft's dark haired pussy. "No panties, Lady Croft?" he asked. "Well aren't you the naughty one..."
Lara murmured to herself as he spread her long legs apart to get a better look at that plump little chestnut haired treasure. Her delicate labia opened slightly giving him a peek at the moist pink flesh inside. He leaned down and put his bulbous nose to her gaped pussy lips and slowly inhaled the smell of her sex. Her clitoris showed at the top of her slit, the little hooded button sticking out invitingly. He brought his lips so close that they almost touched the nub and then blew on it gently.
Lara sighed and opened her legs a bit more, a small smile coming to her face. "Oh, Major...you are naughty..."
"You are the randy little strumpet," the Major thought to himself. It promised to be an eventful night. He stepped back from the bed and began to strip his clothing off, his thick cock swaying in front of him when it was released from his drawers.
Lara groaned happily as Tomba's tongue slowly lapped at her spread labia. The dream was so vivid that she could actually feel the warmth of his breath on her open pussy as he held her lips open and pushed his tongue deep inside of her honey pot.
Major Holcomb-Smythe grinned as he spread the English aristocrat's long legs open wider, ogling that luscious dark haired pussy that he was availing himself of. 'The wonders of a few special snifters of brandy', he thought. 'Is there anything better for helping oneself to a lady's charms?' Lara Croft had the sexiest body of any woman he'd ever been with. Her skin was like silk, her long dark hair a contrast to the crisp white cotton sheets, her breasts heavy yet firm and topped with nipples that looked like ripe raspberries ready to be plucked from their bush.
