I struggled feebly until Miss Pearl muttered, “Pauli, you are just going to have to get in there and sort it out.” She was still looking through her opera glasses but they had drooped somewhat and she was now stretching her exposed nipple. She pressed her bare foot hard onto my erection to emphasise the point. I pushed the many layers of her skirt up and ducked my head down beneath them. Immediately I could smell her musky aroma as I pressed my cock hard against her foot. My head just above her knee, I played with the knot till it came undone. In the shadows I could see the dark shadow of her pubic hair, no knickers to prevent the smell of her wetness invading my nostrils. I slowly rolled her stocking down, keeping my head where it was, licking my lips as I stared at her pussy in the shadows. Only when her stocking was almost at her ankle did I withdraw, though I kept my crotch firmly pressed against her foot.

I reached for the oil and once again went to apply it to my hands. Miss Pearl’s left foot now joined her right, squeezing my stiffness between them. “Oh Pauli, I don’t think we will be needing the oils now, I’m sure you can find an alternative lubricant.” She lowered her glasses to the table and raised her empty hand to her right breast and eased her erect nipple from beneath the hem of her dress. She looked straight into my eyes and rolled both nipples between her thumbs and fingers. I lifted her right foot away from my crotch, pressing my hard-on rhythmically against her left, and squeezing her sole in my hands, I slipped her big toe into my mouth. Watching her stretch her nipples, I sucked hard on her toe then lightly, my tongue circling around it. She groaned quietly, her eyes closing, as she slipped her fingers beneath her bodice, cupping her breasts. I slowly licked and sucked each of her toes till I reached the little one; I then licked and kissed along the top of her foot and across her delicate ankle.

Leaving a trail of saliva behind, I made my way up her shin, pushing her petticoats clear as I ascended her leg. Pausing at her knee I blew back down her leg watching goose-pimples appear, my hands caressing firmly up the sides of her bare thighs. Looking back up, I saw she had lifted her breasts clear of her bodice and was massaging her flesh firmly, her fingers pressing deeply into the firm globes. I reached back to my crotch and unbuttoned the waist of my trousers, pushing them down, and Miss Pearl’s foot lifting away for a moment before quickly pressing back onto my bare cock, her toes curling over the head. I felt my moisture smearing on her toes as she adeptly squeezed the glans, teasing my foreskin up and down.

I resumed my licking up her thigh, her skirts bunching around her waist as my right hand crept higher up