LARA

Lara

As Reported by Mike Kelly

The path to the ancient ruins was quiet and I was really enjoying myself, walking peacefully along the winding path. Water dripped here and there through the canopy, remainders of last night's shower. My mind began to slowly clear itself of all the week's worries. I felt at peace with myself and the world, and it was wonderfully intoxicating.

I was jolted out of my reverie by a jogger and his German Shepherd. They huffed by me and quickly disappeared around the next bend. His footfalls were muffled by the thick carpet of browned pine needles, so he didn't disturb me for long. Again, I was steeped in the peace of the forest.

An hour later, I reached the first waterfall on the trail. It was a beautiful sight. The great grey boulders jutted out of the white rapids, and the constant spray created a rainbow effect above the rushing water. I rested on a rock, and immersed myself in the sounds of the waterfall. I dug into my knapsack and withdrew my sandwich and a water bottle. It was time for lunch. I munched contemplatively, but wasn't hungry enough for the other half of the sandwich, so I wrapped it back up and put it back in my sack. Then I gulped down some water. Sucking the last of the peanut butter and jam off my teeth, I watched the spray.

Suddenly I realized I was not alone! To my left stood a blonde haired man about fifteen feet away on another large rock. A black dog sat at his feet attentively. A pink tongue was lolling out of the dog's mouth as it watched its master's every move. Its master was waving at me, and crying "Halloo" over the din of the waterfall. I looked around, and concluded that he was indeed talking to me, so I picked up my knapsack and hopped over a few rocks to reach him. I could always return to my solitude in a few minutes.

"Hello there," he said. His blue eyes met mine, and I could not break the glance. He had a beautiful Australian accent, and his face was weathered bronze. Now, an accent usually does not phase me, but a true Aussie drawl gets to me every time. I just can't help feeling giggly and smiling like a little schoolgirl. As we shook hands, I could feel my knees knocking and my pussy dampening. His biceps weren't overly large, but they were sculpted enough that I could see them move with every action. I love to watch a man's muscles. They speak to me like poetry, telling me the story of the man's body, where it's been, how it works, and what it enjoys best. I could watch this man's muscles all day, I was immediately certain.

"I was just about to take a rest here, and I noticed you all alone over there." He pronounced "there" as "theyah," and it melted my heart. "I thought we both might like some company, so I called you over. I would have come over there, but my dog here wouldn't have made that last jump to your rock. I would have had to jump in the river to save her!" Immediately my Australian began swimming confidently through the raging waters of my mind, his hiking outfit slicked to his strong body. His dirty blonde hair wasn't even wet as he rose from the water with his noble canine companion in his arms.

Social graces compelled me to speak at this point. "Thanks for the invitation. I was getting a little lonely over there. The path sure is quiet today. My name is Erin, what's yours?" I tried not to look longingly at him, but it was very difficult. I gave up, and admired his dog instead. "Andy's my name. And this here is Roo. I named her that because she was such a little runt when she was a pup, but now she's grown up quite big enough. She's a purebred Australian whatsit." He kept a straight face, waiting for me to ask the obvious question. I fell for it, and said, right on cue, "A purebred what?"

"No, a whatsit." Andy laughed out loud. It was a hearty, easy laugh, as if he didn't have a care in the world. I smiled at first, then laughed too. Roo watched us both curiously, then lay at our feet. The rock was large enough and flat enough for us all to sit down, so we did. We began to talk about places we'd seen on our hikes. I absolutely adored his voice, so I pressed him with questions to keep him talking. Andy gestured excitedly with his hands as he spoke. After a while, though, I found one of his hands had drifted to a rest on top of one of mine. I enjoyed his touch immensely, and began to smile again. I tried to smile only to myself, but Andy caught sight of it just before I tucked it away. He stopped talking, and even Roo looked at me. Suddenly, the sound of rushing water was drowned out by the beating of my heart. His blue eyes found mine, and seemed to reassure them, and to caress my eyes lovingly with the glances of his own. I found myself leaning forward, and sure enough, our lips met. It was a tender, soft kiss, so full of electricity that we dared not kiss with more vitality, for fear the flying sparks might singe our eyebrows. After ten seconds that felt like minutes, we parted. Roo was comically looking questioningly up at us, one ear cocked and one ear flopped. Both Andy and I giggled at her, then he jumped to his feet and took my hand. "Here, follow me. I know a place." So I did.

Jumping from rock to rock with Roo only one jump behind, Andy led me to a small sandy beach. The path was out of sight above our heads, and the earth climbed up to it in a nearly sheer muddy wall at our backs. The cool water pooled at the beach, and bubbled quietly around submerged stones. It was a perfect spot, and I was just about to get cynical about his knowledge of it, when Andy said, "I come here for lunch when I hike. It's the perfect spot to watch the eagles fishing." And I knew he was right.

We immediately began to kiss while we were still standing. I closed my eyes, and it sounded and seemed as if we were alone in the middle of a rushing river. My heart was beating quickly, and I felt my own river between my legs. I was afraid to make the first move towards undressing, but Andy appeared to be waiting for my signal. His courtesy turned me on more than I could have imagined, and it lent me courage. I broke from our kiss, and reached up to the top button on his hiking shirt. My fingers were shaking, and I struggled with the button. Finally it popped out of its hole, and I hurriedly moved on to the next one. Andy reached down and enclosed my hands in one of his, and he smiled at me. "Slow down, we're not in a hurry. Why don't we have some fun and enjoy this moment together?"

I blushed and felt foolish. Of course Andy was right. I felt like I had been caught necking in a dark parking lot, and told to go get a room at a hotel. I smiled up at him and nodded. As I worked slowly at the second button, Andy's hand brushed my hot cheek, and I closed my eyes and nuzzled into it for a moment. As the button was released, I placed a soft kiss on his newly exposed chest. He had soft blonde chest hair, and it drove me wild. I continued with the third button, eager to see the rest of his magnificent body. I could feel Andy smiling down at me, and I looked just to be sure, and of course, he was. Third button done, I kissed his chest again. His flesh was warm and firm. After the fourth button, I rested my left ear on his chest, and I could hear his heart pounding loud and strong, in sharp contrast to my own fluttery, excited hummingbird heart.

To reach the eighth button I had to tug his shirttails out of his khaki shorts with the buttoned pockets. He moaned a little as I pulled the cotton, and I smiled privately, successfully keeping it to myself this time. Once all the buttons were freed, I opened Andy's shirt and pushed it back off his shoulders and down his arms. I just about fainted, running my small hands over his biceps. The lifeblood was so strong in his veins, and my eyes were once again transfixed by the slightest movement of his muscles. Andy dropped the shirt, and gently pulled my chin upwards for another kiss. This time it was deep, and our tongues met in the dark. I felt electricity shoot through me and travel right to my nipples and pussy. Oh how everything ached with need!

As if he could sense my urgency, Andy traced quick kisses down my jaw line and then neck. Then he drew the bottom of my T-shirt up over my belly, so teasingly slow. As skin was revealed, he stroked it lightly with his fingers, making me tingle from top to toe. Finally he exposed my sport bra, and then quickly lifted the collar over my head. I lifted my arms again for him to remove my bra. He obliged, again oh so slowly. Overcome with desire, I dove in for another passionate kiss as soon as the bra was past my face. Andy kissed me back for a few moments, then bent down to study my bare breasts. His warm, curious fingers were soon replaced by a moist tongue. The tip of Andy's nose was chilled, and it worked as a pleasant counterpoint to his hot breath on my skin. My nipples that had been aching for his touch now swelled and tingled with desire. The sensations were incredible, and after a few minutes of Andy's attentions I was short of breath and nearly dizzy.

In a heated rush, I fumbled with the fly of my shorts, then dropped them to my ankles. Suddenly, I felt silly standing there in my little white cotton panties. But something felt so right about it, and Andy gathered me into his arms and carefully laid me on the dark sand. He knelt beside me, and I reached to undo his shorts. I could feel his manhood pressing against the cloth, and I my nipples perked even harder with my desire. After a minute of fumbling, Andy stood and removed his shorts and underwear himself. He stood over me for a moment, and I admired his beautiful cock. It stood straight out at least six inches, and was half as thick as his wrist. What was incredible was the height at which Andy's veins stood. They created a landscape of mountains and valleys that I yearned to map with my body.

Andy kissed me once more, then knelt between my legs. He felt the warmth of my pussy by pressing his palm against the crotch of my panties. At this point he looked up at me with a big smile and exclaimed, "You're a wet sheila!" I giggled and blushed, and with one swift motion, he whisked my last piece of clothing off my body. I closed my eyes in excited anticipation. I was not disappointed! A second later I gasped when Andy's tongue brushed my labia from back to front, opening my flower to him. He teased and tickled, and flicked my little bud of a clitoris until it thrummed with tension. He had me gasping and heaving under his mouth, squeezing my nipples in ecstasy, but my need was still growing to feel him inside me.

I reached down to his head, and pushed his face into my pussy, grinding his tongue against my wetness. I came with a yelp and a gasp, and lay back on the sand, exhausted for the moment. Through my closed eyes, I could feel Andy eyeing me hungrily. And oh how I needed him! After a few deep breaths of fresh mountain air, I propped open my eyes and found Andy's face hovering above mine. We kissed, and I tasted the tangy flavour of my own juices. The musky odor turned me on even more. I reached down for a handful of thick cock and was instantly satisfied. He was as hard as the rocks in the river, and as eager as a rutting elk. I guided him into my darkness, and he pushed slowly but steadily. I closed my eyes with the pleasure of being filled by living, breathing flesh. And those veins! Oh I could feel the ridges move inside me and it felt divine!

Andy started up a slow rhythm at first. He swayed back and forth over me, taking many breaks to kiss passionately. Soon, though, our urgency would not be checked. He began thrusting hard, and I begged him to not hold back. I dug my nails into his tight, pale buttocks, and pulled him into me with each stroke. His hard, hairy chest rubbed against my pert nipples, and they felt as if they would burst into fire from the friction. Every inch of my body was straining towards our climax. Suddenly, the wave crested. Andy gave a yell and an extra firm thrust, and my spine and flesh exploded in pleasure. I gasped and sighed and moaned, pressing against Andy's thrust, burying his pulsing penis deep inside me.

After a few finishing strokes and a tender kiss, Andy withdrew. We both washed in the river, holding our breath against the chill water. A few minutes later, I shared the other half of my peanut butter and jam sandwich with him while we sun-dried on the sand. He and I chatted about music, movies, and the deeper meaning of life. Love was never mentioned. We both knew we had shared something very special, and to name it might break the magic spell of the early afternoon………….

Since 1996, computer games featuring hot babe characters have been popular because of the "Tombraider" franchise. When it comes to video games the woman who stands for all women (for better or worse) is the spelunking star of Tomb Raider, Lady Lara Croft.

It has been ten years since Lara debuted and ushered in the first wave of third-person adventure games. Some will argue that her biggest contributions to gaming weren't her games but her huge boobs and perfect butt. Men across the world simply wanted Lara – and wanted her very badly.

When released way back in 1996, the game was praised for its breathtaking graphics, stunning full motion video sequences, great voice acting and amazing gameplay. Gamers had never seen anything like Lara Croft and Tomb Raider. Combining puzzle solving, bursts of action and platform jumping at perilously high heights, Tomb Raider was more than just a straight action game – it was globetrotting adventures with Lara fighting animals, dinosaurs and evil villains along the way.

Lara soon quickly grew out of her humble beginnings as the "female Indiana Jones" and instantly became a star in her own right. If you believe Toby Gard, lead designer of Tomb Raider, the team at Core Design never went out of their way to make Lara one of the most recognizable faces in gaming. In fact, the original design for Tomb Raider featured an unnamed male hero. It was only later that she was changed to "Laura Cruz" and then the Lara Croft we know today.

Of course, you'd never guess this from Lara's almost instant fame. She appeared on the cover of the popular UK magazine “The Face” promoting the rise of virtual models. She was given a "real-life counterpart" in the shape of British model Rhona Mitra. Mitra has since gone on to a fairly decent acting career, but her life as Lara involved being shuttled from press party to trade show and back again while flashing her guns and displaying the patented Lara Croft sneer. While she rarely spoke "in character", fans ate up the ability to meet the real Lara Croft.

Some will say that Tomb Raider succeeded solely on Lara's image, while others would say that Lara rode the wave of late 90s girl power and was a fantastic new feminist symbol. Whichever side you fell on, it was hard to ignore Lara's figure, which even made Barbie jealous. So leave it to slobbering gamers to create the Nude Raider rumor. There were several variations of this rumor, but the most common one said that if players dove off of the waterfall and input a secret code before Lara hit the water she would emerge from the lake wearing nothing but her holster and a smile. Naturally, Eidos would never include such a cheat in any of the console versions of Tomb Raider. But that didn't stop a bored young programmer from creating a Nude Raider patch for the PC that replaces Lara's character model with one where she's naked.

In addition, Nell McAndrew, the latest Lara Croft press model posed for Playboy under the camouflaged guise of "Lara Croft NUDE." The spread placed naked photos of McAndrew next to digital renders of Lara Croft and artwork from the game. Eidos was angry and put up a token fight in court, but nothing came of it other than McAndrew not being asked to return as a real-life Lara.

In 2001 it looked like the Tomb Raider movie was finally going to happen. After an exhaustive search of Hollywood actresses (frontrunners included Sandra Bullock, Elizabeth Hurley and former press model Rhona Mitra), the producers settled on Angelina Jolie for the lead. The future UN goodwill ambassador truly took to the part, transforming the way fans looked at Lara and seemed to have a blast doing it. Shooting on location in Cambodia for the movie was also what spurred Ms. Jolie to start her ambassadorship of help for the world's unfortunate. The movie was a hit and everyone involved came away a winner.

Jolie, even performed most of her own stunts: emulating the acrobatic, gravity-defying grace of her digital counterpart in the unforgiving real world resulted in injuries to her knee and shoulder and torn ligaments in her foot. Still, she speaks affectionately of the character. "I don't feel far from [Lara]," she told one interviewer, "in the sense of wanting to do everything that men can do..."

It wouldn't make any sense, you understand, to describe the dignified Lara Croft as a "sex symbol". Because "sex symbol", if that overused phrase means anything at all, must mean a person with whom you can actually imagine having sex - however improbable that may be in real life. Angelina Jolie may be a sex symbol. But Lara can't be. It is in principle impossible to have sex with Lara Croft: she is always and forever unattainable.

Lara Croft, I must note, has brains as well as beauty. She is said by her biographers to have penned several travel books, including “A Tyrannosaurus Is Jawing at My Head” and the follow-up, “Slaying Bigfoot”. But she clearly does not read the newspapers or watch television, for in none of her adventures to date do we see any awareness on Lara's part that she has become an international media darling.

Tomb Raider has maintained the same level of popularity it had in 1996, and the series is still going strong. There are rumors of a third movie and later this year Eidos is releasing Tomb Raider: 10th Anniversary. Will Lara be exploring tombs at the age of 52 in 2030? I and all red-blooded men in the world hope so! CoverDoll once had as the “Doll of the Month” a Leah doll (head 4, body 2) named - well “Lara”. CoverDoll had a Lara doll as the doll of the month only once and I admit, the Leah doll does look like Lara in the right outfit. Indeed - dressed as our Lara Croft – in the classic “Tombraider” outfit she is quite striking.

I’m sure that the doll was fun to have sex with – a tangible fantasy that was highly erotic to have and to own.

I’d like to hope that in the future we get more fantasy dolls as “Doll of the Month” like Lara – maybe a BloodRayne doll!

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