It wasn't often that Lara was able to have any semblance of downtime. She had just gotten home from an expedition to an ancient Chilean city, filled with danger and precious artifacts. She had taken a handful of days to acclimate to the jet lag, but she was not a woman to idly rest the day away. When she got a call from an old friend asking to meet for tea, she jumped at the chance.
Conversation was light and pleasant. A simple get-together to catch up. To reminisce about old times. Lara's friend was a schoolteacher, and while she did genuinely want to meet with her old friend, she did have an ulterior motive. She was in need of a presenter for an upcoming school assembly. It was her task to find a speaker, and who better than Lara Croft?
Always willing to give back to her community, Lara agreed. They went over the details together: Nothing overly violent or dangerous. She was to focus more on the archaeology aspect of her career and less on the magic and curses. Lara had no objections and the date was set.
She went over her collection, finding artifacts that were appropriate to show to an audience of Year 5 children. They were young enough to be interested in the mundane aspects of archaeology but old enough to be bored by simple trinkets. Marking off the possessions that she kept locked up for security purposes, Lara had a small pool to choose from.
She could only pick from the artifacts that she personally had wanted to keep. Nothing that was of cultural significance, as those were all on display in museums. Nothing dangerous or inappropriate, so there went the death whistle and any fertility idols. Eventually, she decided upon an embroidered silk fan, a staff used for ancient (non-magical) rituals, and a necklace made of amber. With her choices set, Lara prepared her speech, ready to enrich the minds of Britain's youth.
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She needn't have bothered. It took a mere two minutes of Lara's presentation for her to lose the interest of over half the audience of children. Not for any failings on her part, she made sure to keep her topics exciting and captivating. The children marveled over her artifacts, staying a respectful distance at her request. No, the problem was one that had plagued Lara for years.
Much like most of the men in her life, the young boys were more interested in her tits than anything she had to say.
Lara had made sure to dress conservatively, cargo pants and a thick sweater. But no matter how much she tried to restrict them, there was no hiding her generous endowments. She couldn't let it get to her. These were just children, after all. They were too young to properly understand that they shouldn't openly stare at her. She couldn't reprimand half of her audience. It wouldn't be proper.
All she could do was stay focused on her presentation and keep her movements to a minimum. Don't provide them any further material for their baser desires. "This necklace once belonged to a Baltic noblewoman," she said, holding it up for the children to see. It caught the light perfectly, earning her a delighted murmur from her audience. "The craftsmanship is incredible, no doubt due to the high status of the woman it was made for." Placing the necklace back on her display table, Lara noticed the eye of one specific boy.
She hadn't picked up on it before, but he was likely the only boy amongst all the children actually paying attention to her words rather than her body. Smiling inwardly, she continued on, knowing she was having an impact. She watched the brown haired boy's bespectacled eyes through the rest of her presentation, noting how he was transfixed by the ancient wonders she had brought with her. And only occasionally glanced at her chest.
Lara considered that a win.
When the presentation concluded, Lara was thanked by the staff and given a smattering of applause by the students. "Don't worry about them," her friend reassured her. "I thought you did a fine job."
"Oh, I'm not worried," Lara said, feeling a sense of pride as she watched the departing children. Her eyes locked on a brown-haired boy in particular. "As long as I can enrich the mind of even one child, my work is done." Her friend smiled and wished her well. Lara cracked open her briefcase and carefully stowed her artifacts. It was a delicate process that took her a good amount of time. These things were fragile, and she couldn't afford to damage them.
By the time she had finished up, the school was quiet. Teachers were still in their offices and classrooms, finishing their work for the day, but all the students had gone home. With her artifacts secured, and her briefcase firmly closed, Lara stepped outside, ready to return home.
But as she approached the car park, she noticed a familiar face. That boy, so interested in her work, was quietly sitting on the grass. Lara glanced around, seeing no one else in the area. She checked her watch. Plenty of time to share with an inquisitive mind, she figured.
"Excuse me," she said, approaching the boy. He started slightly, clearly jolted out of his own head. "Sorry," said Lara, cringing. "I didn't mean to frighten you."
"It's fine, ma'am," the boy said, turning to face her. "Is there something I can help you with?"
"It's just that I noticed you during my presentation," Lara said with a smile. "I didn't get a chance to answer any questions, but I thought you might have some."
"Really?" the boy's eyes lit up. "Um," he thought for a moment. "The things you brought, they aren't from the same place, are they?"
"Very astute," Lara said, dropping to one knee, carefully placing her briefcase on the grass. Now at the boy's eye level, she spoke more directly to him. "Not only were they from different places, they were from different continents!"
"Whoa!" The boy was astounded. Children were easily impressed. "And you went to all of them?"
"All of them and then some," Lara said. "And I'd love to tell you about them, but I don't think we've been properly introduced." She extended her hand towards him. "My name is Lara."
"I'm Jamie," he replied, warmly shaking her hand. Sitting back on her heels, Lara regaled the young boy with stories of her adventures. She refrained from sharing certain stories during her presentation, concerned that the teachers might deem the content unsuitable for school. But school was out, and they weren't on the grounds any longer.
The two of them talked for a long while, young Jamie enraptured by Lara's tales. She told him stories of her adventures, the high excitement she had to hold back from under the gaze of his school teachers. He hung on her every word, fascinated with every detail of her life. The boy was a good listener.
As she neared the end of a story, Lara took a quick look at the surrounding area. No one had arrived. "Jamie," she had to handle this situation with care. "Is someone coming to get you?"
The boy's face fell, "Mum said she was sending her friend…" Lara's heart broke.
Gently placing her hand on his shoulder, Lara asked, "Does this often happen?" Jamie nodded sadly. Weighing her options, Lara thought over the situation. She had no further plans for the day, and plenty of time left in it. She had driven herself there, letting her driver have the day off. She could easily take the boy home.
"Would you like a ride home?" she offered.
Jamie's eyes widened in delight and concern. Happy to be offered, but worried about being a bother. "Is it alright?" he asked bashfully.
"Of course it is," Lara assured him. Even if she had to go out of her way, she was getting this boy home. Lifting her briefcase from the grass, she led Jamie towards her car with a simple, "Come on, then."
Jamie gathered his things but eyed the briefcase warily. His small hands tried to reach for it, but he hesitated again and again. "Is everything alright?" Lara asked, her grip on the briefcase's handle tightening unconsciously.
"It's just…" Jamie was too unsure of himself to say the words right. "Shouldn't I carry your luggage?"
Chivalry wasn't dead after all. Lara's eyes brightened at the suggestion, but she held fast to her personal belongings. "I have some rather delicate items inside," she informed the boy. "I would prefer to have my own hands on them to keep them safe." Before Jamie's crestfallen eyes could fall, she gave him a lovely smile and said, "But a lady always appreciates a gentleman."
With that, they made for her car where Lara carefully stowed her briefcase. She started the engine, patiently waiting for Jamie to buckle himself in. Once he did, Lara continued to sit there, watching the boy. Timidly glancing around, he asked, "Um... Are we going?"
The boy swallowed, suddenly feeling a shift in the atmosphere. In the confines of her car, he was acutely aware of how lovely she smelled. How pretty she was. How big her boo- How nice she was to do this for him. But why weren't they going anywhere? What did she want? "Jamie," Lara finally said, her voice low, her eyes pointedly staring.
"Y- yes?" Jamie's squeaked, his nerves getting the better of him.
"Where do you live?" Lara asked expectantly.
"Oh, right!" the boy shook himself out of his stupor. He gave Lara his address, and they were on their way.
Luckily, Jamie's house was in the same direction Lara was heading. He lived about halfway between the school and her home. It was a modest house, not too special but not too run-down. The one thing that stood out as she pulled up was the lack of lights on inside. It was late afternoon. The sun was beginning to set. But the house was dark. Quiet.
"Is anyone else at home?" Lara asked, her voice tinged with concern.
Without looking up from his feet, Jamie said, "Mum's a nurse. She's always working late." There wasn't anything she could do about that, but she still didn't feel right leaving a young boy all alone. Lara mulled things over in her head once more. She still had no further plans for the day.
"Would you be opposed to my continued company?" she asked.
"Your…" Jamie's thoughts gradually decelerated. Making sure he heard her words right. "Really?"
"Of course," Lara said once more, tousling the boy's hair. She parked a little farther up the street, nice and out of the way so as not to block anyone else. They both entered Jamie's house. The interior was just as modest as the exterior. Far from the opulence of Croft Manor, it was a simple home. Comfortable.
Lara glanced around as Jamie hurried to his room to change out of his stifling uniform. She familiarized herself with the family photos, ensuring that she would recognize Jamie's mother when she saw her. She noticed a lack of male figures in the photographs. A single mother.
Jamie returned and Lara had to figure out how to spend the time with a young boy. Returning to tales of her adventures was simple enough, but she only had so many. Even fewer were appropriate for a child's ears, but she was able to be a little spicier in the privacy of his home.
Lara's third story was interrupted by a loud rumbling from Jamie's stomach. His face turned red from embarrassment, but Lara simply laughed. The two of them took her stories to the kitchen while they prepared dinner together. Jamie was a child and Lara usually had her meals prepared for her, but together the two of them made a halfway competent chef.
After dinner, the sun had fully gone down, leaving the outside dark and cold. But neither of them noticed, so enthralled with their story time as they were. "There was nowhere left to go. The jaguar in front of me and the cliff behind," Lara leaned in, really selling the story. Jamie hung on to her every word. "There was only one way out. I had to be smart, and I had to be fast."
"I made myself smaller, less threatening. Provoking the creature into action." Lara's eyes were ablaze, the memory playing in front of them as if it had just happened. "The jaguar struck, launching itself towards me." Jamie gasped, his eyes widening behind his glasses. "I leapt out of the way, but I wasn't quick enough. Its terrible claws raked into me, tearing through my flesh." The boy covered his eyes, wincing at the violence.
"But that is what saved my life. Due to the brief second the jaguar's claw clung to my side, its momentum swung it around, its back legs flying over the cliff's edge. It desperately tried to hold on, but that desperation is what pulled its claw free. I turned around just in time to see the terror in the predator's eyes as it plummeted from the sky."
"Wow…" Jamie whispered. Each story was better than the last. "Were you okay?"
"Not at the time, but I'm clearly still here today," Lara laughed.
Jamie blushed, realizing his blunder. "Right," he said, giggling with her. "Did it hurt?" he asked.
"It hurt terribly," Lara told him. "I was in the middle of the jungle, supplies were low. All I could do was bandage it up and keep soldiering on. It healed eventually, but it left a horrible scar."
"May I see it?" Jamie asked innocently. So innocently that Lara didn't think twice.
"Of course," she said, lifting the side of her sweater. She sat there on the couch, her tight stomach on display. A jagged scar marred her tanned skin, the place where her ragged flesh had slowly knit itself back together. Jamie marveled at the sight of it, feeling like he was part of one of her stories himself.
"May I touch it?" he asked, his fingers already reaching out. Lara didn't stop him, still not thinking about her actions. The moment his small hand made contact with her side, all those thoughts exploded into action.
What was she doing? Why had she spent so much time with a child? So much time alone! And now she was letting him touch her? This was going too far!
That said, he wasn't doing anything wrong. He was simply feeling the way her scar contrasted to her silky smooth skin. This was purely academic. It didn't matter that it had been longer than she could remember since she had felt the touch of another on her body. Or that Jamie's small hand felt better than most of the clumsy men she had slept with. She wasn't going to let things go any farther than-
His thumb brushed against the bottom of her breast.
Lara jerked herself backwards, dropping her sweater down. Jamie started, surprised by her sudden movement. "I- I should be going," she said, smoothing the fabric as she rose to her feet. Her eyes were wild and unfocused. She felt in her pockets to find her car keys. She took a step towards the door.
"I'm sorry," came Jamie's voice from behind her. Lara froze. "I don't know what I did wrong." He didn't do anything wrong. Lara had given in to some wildly inappropriate feelings. None of it was his fault. "I didn't mean to upset you." He hadn't upset her. She had upset herself. "You looked like you were enjoying yourself." Observant kid. She was feeling far too good to let things continue. "I just wanted you to feel good."
Lara bit her lower lip. She was holding onto one last sliver of restraint. One final strand of reason that kept her from doing something very wrong. So very delicate. So easy to break. Slowly, she looked over her shoulder. Her eyes were calm but intent. Jamie stood behind her, his head low and his hands wringing before him. He was so small. So innocent. So easy.
"Fuck it."
Lara spun around and dropped to a knee. Grabbing Jamie's arm, she yanked him towards her. Without giving him a moment to comprehend what was happening, she crashed her lips against his, no doubt stealing his first kiss. It wouldn't be the last thing she stole from him that night.
The boy's eyes widened at the sudden invasion, his small frame frozen in place. Lara's tongue sought entry, and Jamie's lips parted instinctively, his breath mingling with hers. With hesitant curiosity, he tentatively explored her mouth with his own, his tongue shyly testing the waters.
Lara's hands cupped his face, her fingers splayed against his warm skin, the sensation of him beneath her touch fueling her need. She deepened the kiss, her fingers sliding into his hair, her body pressing against his, their clothes offering little barrier to the heat they generated.
The kiss went on, a dance of exploration and desire, both learning from one another, guided by instinct and the raw connection between them. It's a moment neither would forget, a crossing of boundaries that neither fully comprehends.
Jamie's hands tentatively roamed Lara's body, tracing the curves of her back, the swell of her hip. Lara's breathing is ragged, her body responding to his touch in ways that defy logic. The innocence of the boy, combined with the forbidden nature of the encounter, sent shivers of pleasure down her spine. For a moment, they were lost in a cocoon of sensation, their world narrowing to the feel of skin on skin, the taste of each other, and the rustle of fabric as they fumble and learn. All sense of time and place dissolved, replaced by the overwhelming pull of desire.
Slowly, Lara pulled back from the kiss, her breaths tangled and ragged. She gazed into Jamie's eyes, her own filled with a mixture of lust and fear. "Jamie," she whispered, her voice trembling. "This… what just happened… It can't go beyond these walls. You can't tell anyone about this, do you understand?"
The boy's eyes were wide and solemn, the gravity of the situation starting to sink in. "I promise. No one will ever know," he said, his voice quiet.
Lara nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "Good," she murmured, her hand once again coming to rest on his hair. "Now, let's see if I can't teach you something else. Just between us, okay?"
With that, she gently pushed Jamie onto the couch, her eyes never leaving his bespectacled pair. She knelt lower, spreading his legs. With slow, deliberate movements, Lara reached for the button of his pants, releasing it before deftly unzipping him. She pulled down his trousers and his underwear, revealing his erect cock. She gazed at it for a moment, her eyes filled with desire and hunger. It was small, as she expected. He was only a boy after all. But it was still the most delicious thing she had ever seen.
Slowly, Lara lowered her head, her lips brushing against the base of Jamie's cock. She took a deep breath, the scent of his arousal filling her nostrils. Then, with purpose, she parted her lips, her tongue tracing the length of him before enveloping the head in her warm, wet mouth.
The sensation was overwhelming for Jamie, the feeling of Lara's lips and tongue on him like nothing he's ever experienced. Lara took him deeper, her free hand gently massaging his balls, the other gripping his thigh for leverage. Her mouth worked skillfully, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head, her lips sliding up and down the shaft in a slow, rhythmic motion. Jamie let out a soft moan, the pleasure building within him. Lara continued her ministrations, her eyes locked on his, a sinful grin curving her lips. The boy's body wriggled, his fingers digging into the couch as he tried to process the heady mix of pleasure and bewilderment.
In the dimly lit room, the only sounds were the soft moans of the boy and the wet, slurping noises of Lara's lips working on him. The air was thick with the scent of lust, as the line between taboo and temptation blurred. For Lara, this was a forbidden delight, a boundary crossed that could never be uncrossed. For Jamie, it was the beginning of a journey that would forever change him.
Jamie's body tensed, his back arching off the bed as the pleasure built. "Lara," he managed to gasp, his voice thick with lust. "I'm... I'm gonna..." Lara, her lips wrapped snugly around his cock, smirked, her eyes never leaving his. She knew exactly what was about to happen, and she was more than ready for it.
The first drop of cum hit the back of her throat, followed by steady spurts as Jamie came deep in her mouth. Lara swallowed it all, her tongue continuing to massage his length until he was drained. Jamie's breathing became ragged, his body slick with sweat. Lara, satisfied, pulled her mouth off him, her face a picture of desire. She stood, her eyes lingering on his spent form. "Come on," she whispered, offering him a hand to help him up.
Lara led him to his room, her hand gently resting on his back, guiding him. Once inside, she sat him down on his bed and began to undress. Her movements were slow and deliberate, performing a sensual dance. Jamie's eyes followed her every movement, taking in the sight of her slender form and the way her clothes cling to her curves.
First, she peeled off her sweater, revealing a snug-fitting bra that hugged her breasts. She unclipped that bra, releasing her ample breasts from their confines. They bounced slightly, a sight that made Jamie's eyes widen.
Next, Lara unzipped her cargo pants, letting them fall to the floor, pooling around her ankles. She stepped out of them, revealing a pair of black lace panties that clung to her hips. Her fingers hooked into the waistband, slowly dragging them down her legs before tossing them aside.
Now, standing before Jamie in nothing but a wicked grin, Lara's body was on full display. Her toned stomach, the smooth curve of her hips, and the lush, enticing mounds of her breasts. Every inch of her was on display, a testament to her incredible physique.
Lara approached the bed, her eyes never leaving Jamie's. She climbed onto it, straddling his waist, her body hovering above his. Her wet, aching pussy hovered over his still-hard cock, the contrast in their sizes stark. Jamie gazed up at her, his heart racing as he realized what was about to happen. His cock twitched, the sensation of her warmth above him enough to keep him hard.
"Are you ready?" Lara asked, her voice a husky purr. The boy could only nod. Her grin grew even wider.
Lara's hand reached down, guiding Jamie's cock to her entrance. She lowered herself slowly, the head of his cock disappearing into her slick folds. A soft moan escaped her lips as she took him in further, her inner muscles twitching as they caressed the boy's small cock.
Once fully impaled, Lara paused to let it all sink in. The feeling of him inside her was novel, a stark contrast to the men she's known, making her crave the taboo even more. Slowly, Lara began to rock her hips, her breasts swaying with each movement. The sight of a grown woman expertly riding a boy barely half her age was intoxicating.
Jamie's hands found their way to Lara's hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as she bounced on his cock. The feeling of her body moving was overwhelming, a sensation he had never experienced before. Lara's moans grew louder, her head thrown back as she rode him with growing vigor. The little boy's cock, so much smaller than all the men she'd ever been with, somehow hit the right spots, igniting a fire within her.
Their bodies moved together, a sensual, forbidden dance. Lara's hands roamed the length of her body, her fingers running through her silky hair. The heat between them built, the air thick with the scent of their arousal. Their rhythm grew faster, the pace unrelenting. Lara could feel her climax building, the sensation of Jamie's cock within her pushing her closer to the edge. Her hips bucked, her moans growing more and more desperate as her orgasm approached.
The little boy's cock, slick with her juices, throbbed within her, a sign of his impending release. Lara leaned forward, her lips finding his, their kisses laced with the taste of their desire. In the dimly lit room, they continued their dance, the world outside fading away, consumed by the raw, forbidden connection between them. For Lara, it was a primal need, a moment of abandon she couldn't resist. For Jamie, it was the beginning of a new world, a taste of the pleasures awaiting him.
Lara's body tensed, her moans growing louder as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clenched around Jamie, milking his cock as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. The boy's own climax followed, his cum spilling into her, a small spurt that felt more filling than any other man she'd been with.
As her orgasm subsided, Lara slowed her movements, allowing Jamie's cock to slip free from her wetness. Her breath still labored, she gazed at the boy, a wicked grin curving her lips. "Not quite done with you yet, Jamie," she whispered. She rolled off him, her hand beckoning him forward. Jamie, his heart still racing, hesitantly moved atop her, his cock twitching in response to her touch.
Lara spread her legs, her hands guiding Jamie's cock to her pussy once more. She takes a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his as she guides his cock back to her, urging him to continue. As he sank into her, Lara wrapped her arms around the boy, pulling him against her chest. He was small enough to fit within her embrace, his entire melding into hers.
This time, it was Jamie's turn to set the pace. His hips began to move, the inexperienced thrusts still eager and earnest. Lara's hands roamed his body, her fingers exploring the contours of his youthful form. Their movements were slower this time, more measured. Lara's moans were a soft, sibilant counterpoint to the wet, slapping sounds of their bodies meeting. The intimacy of their connection grew, each thrust bringing them closer.
As Jamie's thrusts found their rhythm, Lara's body responded, her hips meeting his, her legs wrapping around his waist, their movements in sync. The surrounding air thickened with the scent of their arousal, the room a cocoon of sensation. Lara's eyes meet Jamie's, her smile delighted and seductive. This forbidden connection, this moment in time, was a secret they shared, one that bound them in a way neither could comprehend.
Together, they rode the waves of their passion, the boundaries between them blurring in the haze of their shared pleasure. Time lost all meaning, replaced by the rawness of their desire.
Their lovemaking continued, unbridled and uninhibited, the knowledge that when dawn broke, reality would intrude, a distant, unimportant reality that they were both eager to escape. For now, they were lost in each other, their bodies and souls entwined in a dance that defied logic.
Lara's body began to tense once more, her orgasm building within her. She gazed into Jamie's eyes, her lips parting in a silent plea for him to keep going. Jamie, feeling the urgency in her gaze, increased his pace, driving deeper into her with each thrust. The combination of her tightness and the knowledge of what they're doing pushed him closer to another release.
Their bodies moved together, a perfectly timed symphony of desire. Lara's climax crashed over her once more, her inner muscles clenching Jamie's cock, milking him for every last drop.
The sensation was too much for Jamie. His third orgasm of the night surges through him, his cock pulsating inside Lara, releasing his seed. The warmth of his cum within her sent shivers down her spine, her body trembling as the waves of her climax subside.
Exhausted, Lara guided Jamie to lay beside her, wrapping her arms around him. They were both slick with sweat, their bodies entwined, their breathing heavy and ragged. The room was quiet, save for the sound of their hearts beating in unison.
Lara let her fingers roam Jamie's back, her touch gentle and soothing. In the aftermath of their passion, they lay together, their bodies still connected, the line between them blurred.
Jamie rested his head on Lara's chest, his arms around her waist, the warmth of her skin comforting. Lara smiled, her hand sliding through his hair, a sense of contentment filling her.
They laid together, comfortable, sweaty, utterly satisfied. Lara was the first to break the silence. "That was wonderful, Jamie," she whispered, nuzzling his neck.
"That was… Wow!" the boy couldn't put it to words just yet.
Lara laughed. "It was very wow," she agreed. She hadn't expected that her day would end with her fucking a child, but there she was, naked and holding him in her arms. Her body was weary after the exertion. All she wanted was to stay there, to drift to sleep, feeling his warmth against hers. It was perfect. It was exactly what she needed. It was-
A car door shut outside.
Lara snapped to attention. Jamie's mother was home. And she was naked in his bed. "I have to go!" she said, scrambling around his room for her clothes. She heard the front door open. Icy panic gripped her veins as she tucked her clothing under her arm. Lara thanked every god in the sky that she had undressed in Jamie's bedroom. She wouldn't know what to do if she had left everything in the living room.
"Where are my panties?" Lara hissed. Always the earnest boy scout, Jamie innocently held them up for her. Footsteps approached from down the hall. No time to dress. No time to say goodbye. Just enough time to whisper to Jamie, "Keep them!" Lara flung open the window, threw her bundled clothes outside, and dove through the window after them, naked as the day she was born.
Had she hesitated for even a second longer, she would have gotten caught. Jamie's mother didn't bother to knock, it seemed. The boy barely had enough time to stash her panties under his pillow. Not wanting to be seen through the window, Lara grabbed her clothes and hopped the neighbor's fence, dressing herself in a corner enveloped by darkness.
She didn't worry about fixing her hair, she just put her clothes on and hurried to her car. Once she sat herself in the driver's seat, she allowed herself to take a breath. That was extremely risky. Stupid. Foolish. She had just taken advantage of a child, for god's sake! Why had she done that? How could she ever look at herself in the mirror again?
Easily, it seemed, as she adjusted it before driving down the street. She hadn't left Jamie any contact information or given him any in turn, but she knew where he lived. She would be back.
After all, Lara Croft was nothing if not a risk-taker.