“You’ve got to help me, you’re my last hope” the man opposite begged. In his late 50’s Paul Junior, named after his father, was tall, scruffy and overweight with a thin scrubby patch of unshaven silver hair around the jaw, short greying hair and well-aged features. Wearing worn jeans, an old top and a fleece jacket, he told me he’d been cut from his late Dad’s inheritance by his wicked step-mother who got the entire estate. “And it’s a tidy sum, I can tell you” he added bitterly “What’s more, the ruthless witch shut the business I set up with dad, magic props and fancy dress for parties. Left me on the streets” “The evil cow came to the shop with her legal heavies. Gave me 3 minutes to grab my stuff and go” he added “One assistant was 4 months pregnant and needed the money but she didn’t care. Just turfed us out” “Surely she can’t do that?” I said “Well she did. It was only after going to the employment tribunal that I got 2 months pay and 9 years redundancy” he told me “She’s a gold-digger. 20 years younger than Dad. A dolly bird show-girl that got her hooks into him and made him ditch Mum” he sounded bitter “You’ve no idea what it’s like to have a step-mother who’s only a year older” “You need a solicitor, not me” I told him “Yeah but she can afford much better ones. Dad made her who she is” he was angry “Without his name she is nothing but an ageing jumped-up talentless dancer who craved the limelight” “People think she’s a sweet innocent widow. I want you to expose her for the fraud she really is. I’ve put up with her for years, breaking mum’s heart. I want my fair share then I want nothing more to do with her” I wasn’t comfortable with this but he kept begging.

Following his directions, I drove us to a picturesque village untouched by mass development nestled on the banks of a river. “Pricey” I remarked as I drove through. “Stockbrokers, politicians and council officers” Paul griped “In other words crooks” I quipped and he laughed. Further on we came to a place with tall walls either side of tall ornate metal gates with vertical opaque glass panels between the bars. Stopping before them next to an intercom panel mounted on a metal post, I lowered my window. “The code is my birthday” he grinned. Entering the 6 digit number he dictated on the keypad, we waited while the automatic gates opened. “Rich bitches and their toys” he griped as I drove forwards with the gates closing behind us. “It’s a mansion” I exclaimed at the view of a large modern house then noticed it was raised on piles. “River floods annually” he said “Dad installed a pump system to drain the land. Council told him to remove it. A big bribe shut them up” There were several satellite buildings attached by glass-enclosed corridors “Summer house, guest house, gymnasium with built-in pool and dance studio” he indicated. My VW Golf was conspicuously out of place as I parked next to a top-end convertible Jag and Merc. “Check the gym. I’ll do the house” he suggested. I agreed and made my way to a door in the inter-connecting corridor to the building he indicated.

Walking along the windowed corridor, I felt guilty to be intruding in someone’s home. At the door at the end I found a large heated pool with white tiled walls and big windows overlooking the river. Some people have it all. It was empty so I continued along an interior corridor that passed a changing and shower area then a small gym until it ended at an open doorway. Peeking in, I saw a brightly lit room with a dark blue sprung floor, white walls and a highly polished wooden pole which ran waist high around most of the perimeter. Floor to ceiling mirrors made it very airy, as well as large roof windows and suspended fluorescent strip lighting. This time I was not alone.

A petite slim woman with a thick mane of shoulder-length curly silvery blonde hair had her back to me doing stretching exercises. About 5’2” tall, she wore a form-fitting sleeveless black leotard, sheer black nylon tights and white ballet shoes. The back of her left ankles were hooked over the pole with her foot delicately pointed as she leant into it stretching her legs making exciting small thrusts of her backside. The leotard is cut very wide and low at the rear and I marvel at the taut hard shapes in her back that ripple beneath the surface of her light skin. However my eyes kept going to her calves, which although slender like the rest of her legs, kept flexing into dense pointed slabs whenever she raised herself onto her toes. The outer side of her calves had sinewy lines and a groove running along the side separating the shin from the back of the curvaceous muscle itself. Even through the sheer nylon they shone with a good tone and the way they relax into firm smoothness with her feet on the floor then explode into muscular shapes as she went onto her toes was arousing. I should have made my presence known but was mesmerised.

Lowering the leg, she turned while holding the pole with one hand. My gaze went to the figure-hugging leotard which emphasised a pleasantly shaped body that was taut in all the right places, although perhaps slightly heavy around the hips but not unduly so. Her bust was small but pleasing bust and her arms firm while her face was delicate, small and elfin with good complexion. The features were cute with high cheekbones and a long sleek nose above a pleasant thin-lipped mouth. Small blue eyes sat beneath wisps of thin eyebrows and surrounded by black mascara on her eyelashes. A few light wrinkles and creases around the eyes and chin suggested she was in her early 60’s while once blonde hair now resembled white gold imparting a refined elegance as it tumbled down around her ears and in a fringe across her forehead. Her neck was slender and taut with little signs of ageing which met a well-defined clavicle across the shoulder line. They say a woman’s legs are the last part of their body to show their age. Maybe it was the sheer black nylons covering blemishes and making her legs look super smooth and perfect but they looked sensational. The overhead lights reflected from the nylon sheen made them glow and shine in ways that were captivating.

Her left leg swung high in front of her with refined ease until her knee was against her shoulder. Her limberness stirred my groin as she grabbed the heel with one hand and swung it around to her side, a beautiful long slim silky-smooth shimmering flagpole. The top edge of the leg was straight as it was humanly possible to get, with the top of her foot arched over in a graceful convex curve towards her pointed toes while the sole of her foot formed an equally elegant concave shape. The back of the leg possessed long smooth sensual curves that swept over her well-shaped calves and the strong swell of hamstrings. Returning the leg to the floor, the attractive lady crouched low with thighs wide and knees pointed outward, making my dick lurch. Rising, she brought her heels together to stand upon on the points of her toes causing strong bulges where her quadriceps were. These were legs developed through dance rather than the gym but no less sexy for it. Lowering herself into a crouch once more while remaining en-point with her slim legs wide, her calves were thick hard slabs with a notable edge around the arrow-headed points as she supported her weight steadily upon her toes. Strong inner thighs led my gaze to her crotch modestly covered by her leotard stretched tight over her lady-bump and again felt arousal. Raising herself up once more, while still on her toes, the dignified lady bent sharply forwards to place her hands upon the floor. To my surprise she effortlessly raised herself into a handstand with her legs vertical, perfectly straight, steady and together with feet elegantly pointed. Now watching her from the front, her calves were noticeable strong shapes sweeping from slender ankles in beautiful curves. It was an impressive sight even more so when she began to do push-ups, steadily raising and lowering her body upon taut lean arms. With her pretty aged face set deep in concentration, her poise was perfect, keeping her torso and legs dead straight and rock steady. Her slim arms were lean and firm but not visibly muscular yet were able to lift her body-weight with ease and without a tremor. I decided to knock on the door to pretend I’d just arrived when, still maintaining a solid handstand, those long slender legs shimmering sexily in skin-tight nylons opened wide in opposite directions into a full side splits whilst raised upside down upon her hands! She was facing my direction so I got full view of the insides of her legs with my gaze drawn along visible inner thigh muscles to her crotch. My dick was instantly rigid for this classy fit step-MILF. Given her step-sons were old enough to have kids of their own she could even be a step-GILF!

“Excuse me!” the lady suddenly exclaimed in indignation, staring right at me. I flushed, she’d caught me looking! “What do you think you’re doing in my property?” her voice was firm. As smooth as silk she swung herself back upright with her sexy legs parting once more into a dick-lurching side-splits yet made no attempt to rise and confront me. “I’m sorry for startling you” I apologised, stepping forwards while trying to conceal a hard-on “I’m Jim Priest, a private detective. Your step-son let me in” “I don’t need to guess which of my 3 step-sons that was” she remarked “No doubt he told you that I’m the wicked step-mother” she said. “I’m Debbie by the way” she introduced herself then seemingly unconcerned by my presence, carried on stretching which was a very distracting sight indeed. “Do you always spy on women exercising?” she asked with a refined tone while doing the splits upon the floor “No, sorry. I didn’t want to interrupt you” I lied “You are very flexible” “I was in the Royal Ballet” the gorgeous aged blonde replied, effortlessly flattening her torso along the top of her right thigh and reaching for her foot “I also do Pilates and Yoga so I’m quite limber”. “Did you know that Paul’s home was raided by The Police?” she asked while she made a not unpleasant bobbing motion as she stretched out “He was cultivating cannabis and got a year community service” She repeated the stretch along the other leg, a beautiful sight to watch. “I was devoted to their dad and struggled to come to terms with his death. I’ve tried my best to be good to those lads but Junior’s obsessed that I’m cutting him out of his inheritance” she spoke while stretching. “It’s simply untrue. I’m sorry to say this but he’s a free-loader who lived on handouts from his dad for years. He has had a free ride all his life. It’s time he stood on his own two feet” she told me as she reached for her foot and pulled her right leg straight up against her side in a dick-lurching display of sexy flexibility. In those sheer nylons, those slender legs were sensationally sexy and I barely suppressed a groan of pure desire.

“What about the shop?” I ask trying to stay focussed. “It’s been losing money for years because he has run it so badly and my husband kept subsidising it” Debbie replied without breaking pace. It was hard not to be turned on by those sexy legs and her flexibility but I needed to remain level-headed. “Why do that if it was such a money pit?” I asked “To give Junior something to do to keep him out of trouble” she said “When we closed it, it was a mess. Filthy and unhygienic” she stopped stretching and looked at me with captivating blue eyes. “He has been well looked after. To suggest otherwise is nonsense” she told me firmly “My step-sons are not kids any more, they’re grown men. They need to make their own living and get on with it”. “Do you believe him?” the sweet-faced lady asked getting to her feet with my eyes unable to stop admiring her trim figure and long legs as she rose. “I’m undecided. It’s his word against yours” I told her.

“Are you looking at my legs again” Debbie said with a knowing smirk. “You have a great figure and great legs” I told her honestly, which lit up her cute face “I was in the Iranian National Ballet for a while but had to flee back to the UK because of the revolution. I needed a job so became a show girl. You need good legs for that” she told me, looking proud. “Is that how you met your husband?” I asked “Yes, I was a dancer on a few of his magic stage acts and he asked me to become his assistant” she replied. “They are so slim and flexible yet seem strong” I remarked “Dancers need to be supple and have strong legs” she replied “Is that why you keep staring at them?” “I’m sorry. I meant no offence. It’s just that I find strong female legs quite sexy” I told her. “How so?” she asked with a curiosity that I found refreshing. I knelt before her feet. “Your calve muscles give them this beautiful shape” I explained running a palm along the back of her right calve, enjoying the silky smoothness of the sheer nylon “I bet they turn heads when you wear high heels”. She smiled. “Could you go onto your toes, please?” I asked and was surprised that she did so rather than telling me to go to hell. “I love the way your slim ankles have this long sensual curve around the back of your lower legs formed by your calves” I explained as I ran my hands over them. “They are beautifully defined and heart-shaped with this cute diamond-shaped cleft here” I said feeling the muscle head “and this deep edge is like a cliff. Wow! they’re hard as steel!” I exclaimed as I felt the unyielding toned mass. “Decades of dancing, Mister Priest” she replied “Please call me Jim” I told her “Yes I’m always on first name terms with men who feel up my legs” she replied light-heartedly that gave me the courage to go on.

“I bet you could scissor a man senseless between these” I told her with my dick engaged and brain in neutral as I felt the astonishingly hard edges of her slender calves while she kept steadily en-point “They’d press into a man’s neck here and here” I indicated “Cut off the oxygen to the brain and knock him out” I added as explanation “What a little thing like me?” the lovely lady asked coyly. “Flexed like this your calves are hard slabs of solid muscle. I can’t even press my fingers in” I said “A man’s neck wouldn’t put up much resistance against them. Flex those calves tightly and he’d be out in no time” I tell her. “Fascinating” she exclaimed but was she mocking me? She probably thought I was a deviant and that made me feel low. The feel of her calves was making me throbbing hard but I forced myself to stop before I got myself into deeper trouble. “Sorry for getting too familiar” I apologised, removing my hands “Men used to look at my legs all the time but not so much nowadays” she smiled sweetly. “They should, they’re sensational” I remarked. I went to stand but then noticed the strong swell in her thighs I’d noticed earlier. It vanished as she lowered her feet. “I’m sorry Debbie, could you go en-point again please?” I asked. “This better be good” she said curtly and once more rose onto her toes. I slid my hands up her nylon-sheathed legs to her slender thighs. “You better not be taking liberties with my hospitality, Jim” I noted her tone but had gone too far to back off now. After all how often does one get a chance to feel the legs of a beautiful if aged ballerina? “I can feel the 3 major muscle groups of your quadriceps when they are flexed like this. Amazing and very sexy” I said running my hands over the bulging mass in her slender upper legs “They are hard as steel” I gasp “A man wouldn’t stand a chance being squeezed between there either”. “Really?” she sounded intrigued as those strong shapes disappeared as she returned her feet to the floor “Show me”