Andrea's parents, Barbara and James, had stopped having sex soon after she was born. At least, they stopped having intercourse. Barbara was often horny but she found that plain old intercourse just didn't do it for her. So she started by simply imagining some mild fantasies while her husband, James, fingered her or flicked his tongue over her clit.
After a while, James found that he wasn't bothered about the lack of intercourse and quite liked being played with by Barbara while she told him (mainly) made up stories about her past or squeezed her ample breasts around his erection as she asked him which neighbour he wanted to imagine undressing tonight. Soon, they both found that they looked forward to these fantasy sessions and gradually found ways to extend the fantasies into real life.
James was a Vicar and one night when he was close to orgasm as Barbara was running a moist finger along his shaft, she asked him if he ever did anything sexual with any of the parishioners. She wasn't really serious -- it was more part of the fantasy session. So she was surprised when James blurted out that a couple of his congregation sometimes wore short skirts with sheer tights and sat in the front row and slowly crossed their legs so he could see their thighs and sometimes even their panties. With that confession, James gave a loud gasp and a great wad of semen burst out of his penis and covered Barbara's hand.
Barbara was quite shocked. Both that women would expose themselves in church and also that her husband had been so obviously excited as to ejaculate more than double his usual amount - and with some considerable force. However, when James, obviously still excited by confessing this to his wife, jumped up and gave Barbara the most wonderful orgasm with his tongue, she happily accepted the idea as part of their future fantasy play.
Andrea took after her mother physically. At 30, she was around 5' 7" tall and alternated between a size 14 and 16. Her hair was dark and to her shoulders and she sometimes wore it in a thick ponytail. Her breasts weren't as large as her mother's but were a more modest 38 DD -- sometimes increasing slightly when she added a few pounds. Her legs were somewhere between plump and shapely, with pronounced calves and full thighs, leading to a very pleasantly plump bottom.
Where Andrea differed from her mother was that Barbara knew the effect she had on men and enjoyed their attempts to see more of her cleavage or whether she was wearing stockings or tights. However, the spiteful comments of her friends and the teasing of the boys when her breasts started growing and her legs started filling out left Andrea with little confidence about her figure -- and little experience sexually. Her mother went through a similar metamorphosis but unlike Barbara, Andrea never seemed to realise that her friends soon changed their opinion of her, the girls now quite jealous of her womanly figure and the boys now driven to distraction by a glimpse of a thigh under her skirt or seeing her cleavage as she leaned over to retrieve something from her bag.
To Barbara's knowledge, Andrea had never had a boyfriend. And other than one chance episode at a works Christmas dance, Barbara was right. None of her friends stood a chance with Andrea, as she still remembered how horrible they had been but there were a few outsiders at the dance.
One of these lads, Brian, was a few years older than everyone else. His mother worked in Accounts, a lovely woman with sweet, soft features, extremely large breasts and an equally large bottom. Brian was annoyed at how guys hung around him in the hope of seeing his mother's large breasts and her bum filling her tight skirt and he went for a walk outside, quite literally bumping into Andrea and pushing her backwards onto the grass.
"I'm so sorry!" he said, rushing to help her up. Then he realised that he wasn't sorry at all. She lay there with her skirt bunched up around her plump thighs, frantically trying to pull it down. Not managing this, she tried to turn over to get up and presented Brian with a lovely view of her tights-covered thighs and her panty-clad bottom. Brian rushed around in front of her and had his wish granted. Her full breasts looked like they were fighting to get out of her bra, one slightly higher than the other, her nipple barely contained in her bra.
Andrea just blushed and took his offered hand to help herself up. She hated any attention and just stood there, looking down at the ground. Brian just pounced on the first idea that came into his head.
"You have grass all over you -- let me brush it off," and with that he started rubbing his hand over her hips, soon progressing to her plump skirt-covered bum. Andrea stood frozen, not sure what to do and too unsure of herself to stop him or to walk away. Not believing his luck at not having his hand slapped away, Brian moved his attention to her breasts, making sure both to cup the underside of one breast over her dress and also to brush imaginary strands from her bare breastflesh above the bra.
Andrea stood completely still, just hoping he would go away. But Brian had to try one more thing. He dropped to his knees and started brushing her nylon-clad legs, trailing his fingers up under her skirt and now openly fondling her legs, all pretence of removing grass gone. Andrea's thighs began to tremble. She had never been touched by a boy and now one was openly groping her in a semi-public place.
Brian stood up behind Andrea and released his penis. Andrea froze as she heard the sound of the zip. As he reached around to cup her breasts, his erect penis prodded her plump bottom and he took one of her hands and placed it around his erection. "You don't mind, do you?" he whispered. Andrea shook her head almost imperceptibly and limply placed her fingers around his cock and he eagerly thrust into her hand.
"Play with yourself while you do me," whispered Brian. Andrea was so naive that she didn't even know what that meant and Brian had to hold her skirt up and place her hand inside her damp panties. From there, instinct took over and she rubbed her clit for the very first time. Her legs started buckling and her orgasm started and then she saw him. Harry was one of the boys who used to tease her and he was staring right at her with a smirk on his face and his cock in his hand. He slowly stroked his shaft as he watched her and ejaculated over the grass as her fingers rubbed her clit and Brian groped one of her large breasts as he spurted through her fingers. Harry smiled at her as he put his spent cock back in his trousers, gave her a brief wave and disappeared back into the hall.
The following week, Barbara was surprised when Harry stopped and talked to her in town. She was aware that he and Andrea knew each other and that was about all she knew of him but she was pleasantly surprised when he asked about Andrea. She was sure Harry was admiring her legs in her tight skirt as he walked towards her and she also noticed him sneaking admiring glances at her breasts as they chatted. She happily flirted with him, thinking she could embellish the encounter for her husband later and she also enjoyed the attention he gave her. She was also surprised when Harry said that it would be nice to see Barbara again and catch up with what she was doing and without thinking she invited him around that evening. An invitation Harry was only too happy to accept.
