I rang the door bell, and she opened the door smiling and let me enter. I followed her into the living room, where she took place again on her favorite sofa. When she was going from the door back to the sofa, I could hardly see any traces of pain in the foot or limping.

She wore tight gray leggings, that gave a wonderful emphasis to her petite figure and her thin legs and thighs, that, where they met, formed an exquisite depiction of what was hidden inside, her mound of Venus formed a most appetizing cameltoe. Above the leggings, she wore a lace blouse, that, with its wide cut, let much room for imagination.

I didn’t sit down and put her little feet out of the loden pink slippers and placed them on the ottoman. Now I could see, that her ankle still displayed all colors of the rainbow, and that there still must be some pain left. I took the tube of ointment from the table and kneeled down in front of the ottoman, and began to massage her feet, beginning with the soles. She said:

„If I knew before, that you would come so close to my feet, I had better washed them before.“

„Not necessary, I’ll do that for you!“ I retortet and before she could even wonder about my strange remark I took her baby toe in my mouth, licked and sucked it a bit, as if it was a clit, but, unfortunately, it wasn’t. I entered my tongue deep into the cleavage between her toes, cautiously but probing, as I always try to probe for little things between two bigger things. Thank God she had ten of these little toes to caress this way.

While I was sucking and licking each toe I carried on with my massage of her whole foot, sole, heel, arches, Achilles tendon, that seemed to please her a lot.

When I reached the big toe - - - rather: bonsai big toe - - - I took it in my mouth sucking hard and massaging it with my lips, tongue, and - - - very cautiously - - - with my teeth. simultaneously I massaged the other little toes and their cleavages softly with my fingers. Now I spread some ointment on the colored ankle and after that, I repeated the same procedure with the other foot, just without ointment. She was half dazed with pleasure and tenderness and also love, lying still and peacefully watching my doing or having her eyes closed to relish.

It’s a pity that even ten toes must come to an end but I continued massaging her legs and calves, when I made a wonderful discovery. Grey was the tissue color, where any moisture shows most obviously and, to my deep satisfaction I discovered on her gray leggins, right below her mound of Venus, a darker grey spot of secret moisture. I was so happy that all my licking and massaging found so much acclaim. She couldn’t see it and I never told her, so this little token of arousal always stayed in my proud mind alone.

I stood up and sat down on the sofa with her and she immediately cuddled up with me and we started kissing. The wide cut of her blouse made it easy for me to slip my hand under it and move it up to the very beginning.

Her breasts were once petite, as the rest of her tender body, but as the years went by, her sweet nipples undertook the inevitable voyage south, taken the rest of the delicate tissue with them. They were still petite, but yielded the gravity concentrating their own center of gravity in the lower part, forming a pair of ravishingly round and pretty handful of soft balls, much like pears. Very adorable, sweet and juicy little pears that is. At their bottom, they ended in crisp and long solid nipples, much like pencil stubs.

I caressed her armpits and the beginning of the soft skin, that lead down to her waist. My fingertips stroked her side and also the side of the flat tube, reaching soon her mellow paradise fruit. As my caressing reached her nippel, her deep breathing and moaning showed me, that I haven’t lost my bearings on the way south.

With a surprising swiftness she suddenly stood up, turned round and knelt on front of me on the sofa, straddling my lap, so her head was towering mine by an inch or two. She opened the buttons of her blouse and took it off and threw it on the floor. And here I sat, totally suprised, and at the fulfilment of my dreams. Right in front of my eyes her beautiful long breasts were dangling seductively from one side to the other, the swaying movement was boosted by slight movements of her shoulders. I could smell the wonderful fragrance of her sweat and it dazed me entirely. Those were the scented bells of lust. Oh, how well she knew me already. I was spellbound.

She took my hands, that were lying on my lap and turned them round, so my palms were open upwards. She slid slowly down from her kneeling position into a position sitting on my lap. The slow, soft sliding movement lowered her seat hight, so as to tenderly and cautiously fill my hands with each of her breasts, nipples first, followed by the juicy pears, which made us both sighing with pleasure and trust.