Claire Ch. 01
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Claire adored her nephew, Phil -- and Phil adored Claire. To Claire, Phil was the sweetest boy and she found it hard to refuse him anything. For Phil, it was slightly different. At 19 and without ever dating a girl of his own age, Phil thought his aunt was the sexiest woman he had ever seen.
Not that Claire thought of herself as sexy. At 38 she was unfashionably voluptuous, with large breasts which always seemed to be trying to break free of her bra and her dark hair hung down past her neck, seemingly caressing those full breasts.
Her plump thighs and calves were deliciously shapely and, when wearing the slim, high heeled, strappy sandals she once read made your legs look slimmer or the sheer tights or stockings she favoured because she also read that they gave larger legs better shape, she could easily have been a 1950s pin-up model.
This was reinforced by the red or pink lipstick and matching nail polish and the thick mascara she wore on her soft, chocolate brown eyes -- not to mention the way her skirt stretched tightly across her thighs and her ample bum.
Claire always worried that she was a little on the plump side but most men thought she was the perfect size: ample and curvy. Claire wouldn't have agreed but Phil certainly thought she was perfect, as did Claire's fiancé, Dave.
At 32, Dave was a few years younger than Claire and having been brought up in an all-female household, with his mum, aunts and even his older cousins sporting prominent busts and plump thighs, it was no surprise that Dave developed a liking for the fuller figure.
Given the way that Dave's aunts and cousins made a fuss of him but also teased him -- and also at times seemed oblivious to him when they applied their make-up or even lifted their skirts and adjusted a suspender clip -- it was also no surprise that Dave developed slightly passive, voyeuristic preferences and was very excited by Claire's appearance - and also her behaviour.
But that didn't mean he was entirely happy with the situation unfolding in front of him ....
Claire was sitting at her dressing table putting the finishing touches to her make-up. She was wearing a satin bra that wasn't strictly speaking a push-up bra but was having that effect on Claire's rather large breasts. The soft flesh above the bra cups jiggled each time she moved. Today, she had opted for sheer, flesh-coloured stockings with a pink suspender belt which pulled the stocking tops taut. Her panties were also pink -- and were also half way down her thighs.
"Now Phil, I know we agreed you could experience feeling a woman's legs while she wore stockings and suspenders but I also said that I had to be wearing panties," said Claire, leaning forward to touch-up her lipstick and inadvertently pushing her breasts together to form an impressive cleavage valley -- and doing nothing to actually stop Phil sliding her panties down her stockinged thighs.
"But Aunt Claire," countered Phil, continuing to let his hands roam her thighs, "I didn't actually remove them, I just adjusted their position a little."
"No dear, you shouldn't be doing that to your aunt. Especially with Dave here. After all, he is my fiancé."
Hearing Claire talk about him gave Dave a start, as if he had been woken from a dream. He certainly did dream about watching other men fondling his lovely fiancé's legs but he wasn't quite sure how he felt about it happening in real life, especially by her own nephew!
