Pilot

I had left for the University a little late one morning in late spring, due to a late lecture and some student tutorials later in the day. I left Ali to her morning workout and steam. She worked regularly out on her Stairmaster and Cardio Glide machines for half an hour. She has lost an enormous amount of weight over the past two years. But she has done it sensibly with a good healthy diet and exercise. She has by no means a six pack stomach but she is now nice and firm and although not super slim very well proportioned. She uses creams and scrub pads and her skin has regained a healthy glow with no sagging. She has always had very lovely breasts and a nice rounded ass. Probably the biggest and most visible area of weight loss was in her stomach and thighs. Her workouts have toned her legs up very well. She lost what she called her bat wing upper arms and thunder thighs and now has back her well defined jaw and neck. Frankly she looks twenty years younger and certainly not like approaching sixty years old. With her make over and infectious smile and pearly white teeth and clear skin most people wouldn’t take her for much over forty – late forties if they were unkind. She finished her work out that morning and put on her favourite robe and had a pot of her Fortnum’s Royal blend tea in the conservatory.

It had finally stopped raining the day before and the sun was shining gloriously. Rain had been pouring down for weeks and she had not been able to do any work in the garden. I say garden – we actually live in a very hilly area covered in pine woods. We have a small lawn in comparison to our five acres. The lawn falls off to the woods below and a small spinney at the bottom, which is the boundary that separates us from our neighbour. We never saw a need for any fencing nor did our old neighbours. A new young couple had moved into the old Ryde House just a few months ago. I think they are newlyweds and seem happy enough. We have seen them a couple of times in the village. He works in insurance in the city (London) and I have not caught his name. His young wife is stunning with an hour glass figure and long dark curly brown hair. She has light brown eyes that are very penetrating and over size lips that make her look like she is pouting continually. Ali thinks those lips can only be artificially enhanced. They have a massive Great Dane. He is midnight blue and has wondered into our yard a few times.

Ali finished her tea and was going to have a look at the wild flower patch we had planted last fall on the lower slopes by the spinney. She put on a very short jean skirt and a skimpy spaghetti strap flimsy top in her favourite sky blue. I love this outfit as it leaves nothing to the imagination. This day she didn’t put on any panties or bra – just commando I think the young people call it. She made her way down the slope and the wildflowers were in profusion all over growing through any crack or crevice in the many rocks and stones. She sat down on a flat stone to take in the smell and beauty and had been sitting there for a few minutes when she heard someone coming down the path on our side next to the spinney. It was our new neighbour Stefanie. Ali was not hidden but blended in well with the foliage around her. She was going to say something when she noticed Stefanie folding over the waist of her already short pleated skirt. She folded it several times until it exposed her pert and tight bottom. She reached behind and started to play with her ass and started rubbing her pussy.