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Curse of the Tomb Raider
written by JestInPieces and PogueMahone
Chapter 1: Welcome to Darsah
Sam looked at the rocky island of Darsah in the distance, shielding her eyes with her hand against the glaring sun. For what had to be the tenth time in the few minutes she had spent watching the island slowy grow larger as the boat sailed towards it, she ran her hand across her brow, wiping the sweat off on her light grey sports bra. With a grimace, she pulled at the back of her matching lycra shorts, which, after some initial incursions over the past half hour, had now launched a full-scale invasion of her buttcrack. Or maybe it was a mining operation. It sure felt like one, at least.
Under normal circumstances she would have worn something a little more comfortable, but the heat that was extreme even for the area of the world they were in made it uncomfortable to wear much of anything, and the sporting outfit was the least warm thing she’d brought on their expedition, short of walking around in her underwear, but she had no intention of giving the captain even more of a show than he was getting already.
The half-asian girl turned her head to look at the stocky bald man steering the ship. He was wearing khaki shorts and a t-shirt that had probably been white at one point, but which was now more of a grayish yellow, with over a dozen tiny and not-so-tiny holes and massive pit stains. The man’s salt-and-pepper stubble clearly hadn’t seen a razor in days. When he caught her looking, the corners of his mouth turned upwards in a lecherous grin, causing the half-smoked cigar that dangled out of his mouth to rise up, almost as if it was having an erection. He cupped the crotch of his shorts, tugging upwards twice as he winked at her.
‘''In your dreams, you little perv''’, Sam thought to herself. She made the mistake of briefly picturing what sex with the guy would be like and couldn’t suppress a brief shudder of revulsion. She thanked her lucky stars that her lover was everything that the captain was not. Such as beautiful. And sweet. And female. The longer she spent under the man’s lascivious gaze, the more exposed she felt. With as much as haste as she could get away with without making it look as if she was fleeing, she quickly walked to the door to her cabin. Unfortunately for her, that door was right below the bridge, and as she hurried along, she caught another glimpse of the captain, who had raised his hand up to his mouth, keeping his middle and index finger spread in a V-shape as his tongue darted up and down between them as his eyes followed her. His lips were curled a little, allowing her to see his teeth, which ranged in color between yellow and brown.
“Oh, ''hell'' no,” muttered the raven-haired girl. “I’d rather rub my clit with sandpaper.”
She quickly slipped through the open door into the interior of the ship, and suddenly gained a new understanding of what it had to feel like to be a pizza. While it had been uncomfortably warm out on the deck, the ocean breeze at least kept things somewhat tolerable. The inside of the dilapidated small cargo ship felt more like an oven, and she could already feel new beads of sweat start to form on her forehead. She walked down the hallway and stepped through to open door to her cabin.
“''Fuck me'', it’s hot in here,” she said, fanning her hand in front of her face in an attempt to bring some relief to the stifling air.
The brunette with whom she was sharing the cabin looked up from the notebook, an ancient scroll and a series of maps that were spread out on her bed with a grin.
“Normally I’d be happy to take you up on that offer,” she said, “but I’m afraid in this weather we’d just slide right off of each other.”
To emphasise her words, she grabbed the hem of her blue henley shirt, which was darker in color than Sam remembered it being, and wrung it out, causing a few drops to fall to the floor.
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” said Sam. “Besides, we don’t want that creepy fucker of a captain walking in on us. I bet he’d love that.”
“Yeah, Miguel isn’t the most… refined,” said Lara. “But he was all I could get on short notice. Now that I finally have the geographical descriptions I need to narrow down the location of king Parahu’s tomb mentioned in my father’s notes I just couldn’t wait any longer to go find it. Sorry about the last-minute trip, by the way. Probably should have taken the time to read a weather report, huh?”
“Gee, you think? Frankly, I’m amazed you haven’t boiled to death in those clothes,” said Sam, gesturing at the British woman’s long-sleeved shirt and dark grey pants.
“It sure feels like I have. But I only brought one change of clothes, and they’re no thinner.”
“Well jeez, girl, why didn’t you take some of mine?”
Sam knelt down next to her duffel bag, rummaging through it for a bit as she looked for her second skimpiest outfit. She handed Lara a pair of brown canvas shorts and a turquoise tank top.
“The top might be a bit tight because your boobs are bigger than mine, but the pants should fit just fine, I think.”
The brunette gratefully accepted the articles of clothing before grabbing the hem of her henley shirt and starting to pull it up over her head. She scrunched up her face, since peeling off the shirt that was practically plastered to her skin wasn’t the most pleasant feeling in the world.
Sam looked on appreciatively as her lover’s toned belly was revealed and her ample bra-covered breasts popped out from under the shirt.
Because the shirt was soaked with sweat, Lara was having difficulty getting it off. As she pulled the shirt up higher, it got more and more difficult to move her arms. By the time she had pulled it ujp to her chin, she was completely stuck.
“Uhm, Sam? Little help?”
With a snicker, the half-asian girl sat down next to her friend. She was about to start helping to pull off the shirt when she noticed Lara was wearing a front closure bra. Never one to pass up an opportunity, she undid the bra’s clasp and pulled the cups to the side, revealing the British girl’s tits.
“Ha ha, very funny,” said Lara sarcastically.
“What? I think it’s a big improvement,” Sam laughed.
“I meant help me with my ''shirt''.”
“Oh fine, lean forward for me.”
Grabbing the edge of Lara’s shirt near hear armpits, she managed to pull the shirt off completely, freeing the struggling girl, who went to reclasp her bra.
“Wouldn’t it be more comfortable to take that off? The temperature’s not much better outside.”
“Hm, you might have a point. Normally I’d prefer the support, but today it’s just too damn hot.”
She shrugged off the bra, leaving her topless, before donning Sam’s tank top.
“You were right; it is a bit on the tight side,” she said. “Then again, it might just stop my boobs from bouncing all over the place.”
“Aww, but I ''like'' your boobs bouncing all over the place,” said Sam, giving the brunette a pouty look.
“I’m sure you do, little miss perky-tits, but I can assure you my back won’t.”
“Spoilsport. Need some help with your pants?”
As Lara undid her zipper, Sam curled her fingers around the sides of the top of the girl’s pants, making sure to hook her fingers behind the waistband of her friend’s panties as well. As soon as she started pulling them down, however, Lara stopped her.
“Hey, just because ''you'' like running around without your knickers on doesn’t mean all of us do.”
“What?” said Sam, raising one hand to her chest in mock indignation.
“Are you suggesting that I’m some sort of hussy?”
“Oh, I’m not ''suggesting'' anything,” snickered Lara. “I’m flat out stating it. Though ''hussy'' isn’t the word I’d use. Probably something more along the lines of ''nympomaniac''. Or ''raging whore''.”
“Wow. Do they even teach those words in whatever posh private school you went to?”
“Nope, I learned them all from you, babe,” said Lara, giving the other girl a quick peck on the lips.
“I love being a bad influence,” smiled Sam. “But for the record: you’re wrong. I’m totally wearing panties.”
The brunette eyed the other girl critically, raising an eyebrow. There was a barely perceptible quiver in the black-haired girl’s lips.
Lara took a breath, as if she was going to reply, but rather than continuing their bickering, her hand shot forward, grabbing the waistband of Sam’s shorts.
“Hey, no fair!” yelled Sam, her mouth falling open in surprise.
The half-asian girl tried to grab her friend’s wrist, but it was in vain: Lara had already pulled her hand back, giving her a clear look at Sam’s labia, revealing that she was, in fact, not.
“You slut,” said Lara, rolling her eyes.
“Only for you, honey,” replied Sam, closing in to give Lara a deep open-mouthed kiss.
The next minute or two were spent slowly rolling Lara’s pants down her legs. She stuffed the two items of clothing into her backpack before pulling on the brown shorts.
“Ah, much better,” she sighed happily.
“Wow, those look much better on you than they do on me,” said Sam. “You should wear them more often.”
“Really?” Lara said, looking down at herself. “Okay, I’ll consider it. They would be nice in warmer climates.”
“Yeah, you can have them if you want.”
“Seeing you in this outfit is all the thanks I need,” said Sam, giving her friend a slap on her butt. “Come on, let’s grab our stuff; we should be almost there by now.”
Some fifteen minutes later, the two girls were sat in the front of a small motor boat as the captain guided it through the surf.
“I think this guy is steering into every wave on purpose,” said Sam as she wiped some of the spray off her arms. No sooner had she said this than a big wave came crashing over the bow of the boat, drenching the two adventurers from head to toe.
They turned around, trying to wipe the soaking wet hair out of their eyes, just catching the tail end of a quickly suppressed smirk on the bald man’s face. Lara followed his eyes and looked down at her chest, quickly covering it with an arm when she noticed that her areola were visible through the now somewhat translucent material. Sam quickly followed her example, shielding her own partially revealed nipples.
“Ugh. Fucking pervert,” Sam huffed.
As soon as the two girls had turned their backs again, the smirk creeped back on the captain’s face. They didn’t address him again until the boat landed on the rocky beach, which suited him just fine. He was more of an ass guy, anyway. Once he had left the two dripping girls standing on the shore, he turned the boat around, setting off back towards his ship.
“Well, at least we’re here,” said Lara with an apolegetic smile.
“I’m just happy to be rid of captain horndog. If the tomb you’re looking for isn’t on this island, you owe me a new wardrobe,” said Sam, zipping open her duffel bag and inspecting the drenched contents. She frowned.
“Hey! That fucker stole all of my underwear!”
The captain whistled a tune as he skidded across the waves. Tonight would be a fun night.