Brandy Stern stood in front of her full length mirror, "not bad if I do say so myself" She mused. Standing five foot eleven inches in her stocking feet, she weighed in at 175 lbs, a far cry from her weight just six months ago.
Brandy had struggled with weight loss for years, made excuses about being big boned, having a genetic propensity for weight gain, slow metabolism, etc. With a Body mass index of 37 and weighing over 260 lbs. A close friend suggested that she try a new technique, diets exercise etc. had not had any great effect in the past so she decided to take her friends advice and try gastric banding, a radical medical procedure that restricts the size of the stomach.
After the procedure she played golf three times a week, ran on a treadmill twice a day, even bought a bicycle and spent hours pedaling around the local parks. She remembered the day she went to buy the bike and the over-heard conversations from the mechanics who set the bike up. "Better put a couple more PSI in them tires Bart"
"Yeah," said another man, "hope she don't exceed the safe working load of the frame."
She had glared at the mechanic as he wheeled the bike out, "we'll see who has the last laugh," she thought.
Now the woman looking back at her from the mirror was almost a stranger to her, her skin had toned, she sported a light tan from all the outdoor work, and for a woman who had recently turned fifty she looked ten years younger.
Carefully choosing items of underwear she proceeded to dress. Her two teenage daughters were out and her husband had taken himself off to his favourite destination, the yacht club, she reveled in the peace that ensued as the house became quiet and she was alone.
Panties, full shaped, waist band high on the hips, she never did get the thong thing, that thin strip of material pulling into your arse crack, Brandy couldn't think of anything less comfortable, she'd rather wear nothing, going commando as they call it, and often did.
Brassier next, something soft yet supportive, with lacey edges, and able to show off her cleavage. Her breasts, while not huge were proportionate to her new frame and large enough to give her a matronly rubinesque figure.
What she needed now more than anything was a good fuck. Burt, her husband wasn't up to the task, he had been diagnosed with prostate cancer some years back and it had been removed, no threat to his health now though, but no threat of sex either. He had all the drugs all right, cialis, viagra, tadalfil, but as he confided to a friend one day, the instructions were clear, take at least 20 minutes before you plan to have sex, but since they never actually planned to have sex it seemed pointless taking the drugs.
