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Lara Croft
The subtle opening of Lady Chelmsford's legs after her reassurance of Lara's performance was encouraging. Lara had never before touched another woman, and she found the soft skin and smooth curves much to her liking. Despite this appreciation, she had not yet worked up the courage to properly explore such an intimate area of this new yet intoxicating woman. Lara continued the massage of Chelmsford's back for a few more minutes before lighting the candle anew and taking a step back.
"Could you roll over onto your back please?" Lara asked, her voice catching in her throat towards the end of her request. With Lady Chelmsford facing away from her Lara had been able to explore her body at leisure, taking her time without worrying too much about her judgements.
As Lady Chelmsford complied Lara couldn't help but admire her body. Chelmsford was older than her, and most likely older than Professor Knight, but she was no less beautiful for it. Her body was taut and fit, and it was painfully clear that every effort had been taken to maintain her frame and youthful skin. Her breasts were nothing shot of perfect and, as Lara's eyes grazed down her body, it was clear that the rest of Chelmsford matched those beautiful breasts.
Without a word Lady Chelmsford smiled at Lara's appreciation before resting her head back against the bed and closing her eyes. Lara let out an inaudible sigh of relief as she stepped forward again, picking up a bottle and squirting some more massage oil onto her hands.
As Lara rubbed her hands together to warm the oil she took several deep breaths and looked over the gorgeous body before her. Massaging Chelmsford's back and thighs had been easy, even the ventures towards her womanly junction had been curious and unabashed. Now, with the woman so artfully displayed, Lara questioned her purpose. She was here because Knight had sent her, with no prior warning, and because this woman was his Mistress. Lara wasn't yet sure how she felt about this entire arrangement, but she wasn't angry at Knight. That alone told her that she wasn't immediately against the idea of this. She was very curious; she had admired Knight for a long while and this new chain of events was intriguing. It was like the mysteries she always loved solving; Knight was an enigma that she wanted to learn more about. If touching Chelmsford was a way to uncover new clues about Professor Knight then it was worth it; besides, Lara had always been a little curious about what it would be like to touch another woman anyway.
Just as she had on the back, Lara started slowly on the front. A thorough massage of Chelmsford's feet had her uttering soft sighs of pleasure. Moving up over lower legs and thighs in repetitive luxurious circles, Lara took the time to better inspect Chelmsford. Lara skimmed over Chelmsford's womanhood, fingers barely tracing over the smooth skin of her mount before focusing on her stomach. Up and around her breasts Lara's hands moved, and Chelmsford remained unbelievably still. The only signs of her enjoyment were the soft moans and breathy sighs as her body relaxed.
Lara's hands massaged the bones of Lady Chelmsfords neck and shoulders before her fingers dared to go lower. The woman's chest pressed up slightly and her breasts were ever so close to Lara's palms; it was permission, a request, and a tease all in one. Lara decided that she had held back for long enough. Lara pressed both of her palms down against Chelmsford's breasts and then sighed as the older woman's aroused nipples bit into her palms.
Lara was amazed at just how much this aroused her. She could feel the heat of her lust pooling in her panties and her chest was rising and falling as her breathing sped up. Once more Lara was left feeling at a loss; whenever she tried something new she did her research first. Failure was never and option and research was the key to ensuring success. The only knowledge Lara had in this area was of what she personally liked, and although she knew that Chelmsford probably had different preferences, Lara decided her own known desires were the safest route.
The looks on Lady Chelmsford's face and her small vocal cues were the only guide Lara had to determine her performance. She massaged the woman's breasts, gently rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger and then fluttered her fingers delicately over each orb.
It wasn't long before Lara's lust and curiosity got the better of her. As much as she enjoyed the feel of Chelmsford's full breasts in her hands, Lara wanted more. The massage moved ever so slowly down Chelmsfords stomach until Lara skimmed over her mound and her thighs. Lara alternated between massaging thighs and stomach until Chelmsford's hips raised slightly; granting unspoken permission yet again.
She was wet. So deliciously wet. Lara was almost panting now as one finger slid into the velvety folds, coating itself in the moistness of Lady Chelmsford's arousal. Without the tactile feedback of her own fingers touching her own body, Lara was still able to find Lady Chelmsford's clitoris with ease. The swollen pearl of her desire was throbbing as it rested, coated with arousal between the lips of her womanhood. Up and down Lara explored, each stroke bringing her closer to Chelmsford's opening. On the final down stroke Lara's finger slipped completely into Chelmsford's channel and Lara moaned, her eyes closing as her finger was encased entirely in another woman.
From there Lara went purely on instinct. Somewhere between stroking Chelsmford's clit and fingering her, Lara slipped a second finger and more pressure into the mix. Lara's own hand found one of Chelmsford's breasts as she massaged it. All of the emotions and unbridled sensuality of the past twenty four hours swept Lara away, and it took all of her restraint to stop herself from taking her hand of Chelmsford's breast and slipping it up under her own dress. Her entire body was aching with desire and the need to be pleasured, but she did not want to do anything that would detract from Chelmsford's pleasure. The other woman's moans and sighs were music to Lara's ears and the melody to her own arousal.
The subtle opening of Lady Chelmsford's legs after her reassurance of Lara's performance was encouraging. Lara had never before touched another woman, and she found the soft skin and smooth curves much to her liking. Despite this appreciation, she had not yet worked up the courage to properly explore such an intimate area of this new yet intoxicating woman. Lara continued the massage of Chelmsford's back for a few more minutes before lighting the candle anew and taking a step back.
"Could you roll over onto your back please?" Lara asked, her voice catching in her throat towards the end of her request. With Lady Chelmsford facing away from her Lara had been able to explore her body at leisure, taking her time without worrying too much about her judgements.
As Lady Chelmsford complied Lara couldn't help but admire her body. Chelmsford was older than her, and most likely older than Professor Knight, but she was no less beautiful for it. Her body was taut and fit, and it was painfully clear that every effort had been taken to maintain her frame and youthful skin. Her breasts were nothing shot of perfect and, as Lara's eyes grazed down her body, it was clear that the rest of Chelmsford matched those beautiful breasts.
Without a word Lady Chelmsford smiled at Lara's appreciation before resting her head back against the bed and closing her eyes. Lara let out an inaudible sigh of relief as she stepped forward again, picking up a bottle and squirting some more massage oil onto her hands.
As Lara rubbed her hands together to warm the oil she took several deep breaths and looked over the gorgeous body before her. Massaging Chelmsford's back and thighs had been easy, even the ventures towards her womanly junction had been curious and unabashed. Now, with the woman so artfully displayed, Lara questioned her purpose. She was here because Knight had sent her, with no prior warning, and because this woman was his Mistress. Lara wasn't yet sure how she felt about this entire arrangement, but she wasn't angry at Knight. That alone told her that she wasn't immediately against the idea of this. She was very curious; she had admired Knight for a long while and this new chain of events was intriguing. It was like the mysteries she always loved solving; Knight was an enigma that she wanted to learn more about. If touching Chelmsford was a way to uncover new clues about Professor Knight then it was worth it; besides, Lara had always been a little curious about what it would be like to touch another woman anyway.
Just as she had on the back, Lara started slowly on the front. A thorough massage of Chelmsford's feet had her uttering soft sighs of pleasure. Moving up over lower legs and thighs in repetitive luxurious circles, Lara took the time to better inspect Chelmsford. Lara skimmed over Chelmsford's womanhood, fingers barely tracing over the smooth skin of her mount before focusing on her stomach. Up and around her breasts Lara's hands moved, and Chelmsford remained unbelievably still. The only signs of her enjoyment were the soft moans and breathy sighs as her body relaxed.
Lara's hands massaged the bones of Lady Chelmsfords neck and shoulders before her fingers dared to go lower. The woman's chest pressed up slightly and her breasts were ever so close to Lara's palms; it was permission, a request, and a tease all in one. Lara decided that she had held back for long enough. Lara pressed both of her palms down against Chelmsford's breasts and then sighed as the older woman's aroused nipples bit into her palms.
Lara was amazed at just how much this aroused her. She could feel the heat of her lust pooling in her panties and her chest was rising and falling as her breathing sped up. Once more Lara was left feeling at a loss; whenever she tried something new she did her research first. Failure was never and option and research was the key to ensuring success. The only knowledge Lara had in this area was of what she personally liked, and although she knew that Chelmsford probably had different preferences, Lara decided her own known desires were the safest route.
The looks on Lady Chelmsford's face and her small vocal cues were the only guide Lara had to determine her performance. She massaged the woman's breasts, gently rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger and then fluttered her fingers delicately over each orb.
It wasn't long before Lara's lust and curiosity got the better of her. As much as she enjoyed the feel of Chelmsford's full breasts in her hands, Lara wanted more. The massage moved ever so slowly down Chelmsfords stomach until Lara skimmed over her mound and her thighs. Lara alternated between massaging thighs and stomach until Chelmsford's hips raised slightly; granting unspoken permission yet again.
She was wet. So deliciously wet. Lara was almost panting now as one finger slid into the velvety folds, coating itself in the moistness of Lady Chelmsford's arousal. Without the tactile feedback of her own fingers touching her own body, Lara was still able to find Lady Chelmsford's clitoris with ease. The swollen pearl of her desire was throbbing as it rested, coated with arousal between the lips of her womanhood. Up and down Lara explored, each stroke bringing her closer to Chelmsford's opening. On the final down stroke Lara's finger slipped completely into Chelmsford's channel and Lara moaned, her eyes closing as her finger was encased entirely in another woman.
From there Lara went purely on instinct. Somewhere between stroking Chelsmford's clit and fingering her, Lara slipped a second finger and more pressure into the mix. Lara's own hand found one of Chelmsford's breasts as she massaged it. All of the emotions and unbridled sensuality of the past twenty four hours swept Lara away, and it took all of her restraint to stop herself from taking her hand of Chelmsford's breast and slipping it up under her own dress. Her entire body was aching with desire and the need to be pleasured, but she did not want to do anything that would detract from Chelmsford's pleasure. The other woman's moans and sighs were music to Lara's ears and the melody to her own arousal.