I hadn't wanted to go to the party in the first place. It was only my friend Margaret nagging me that made me go.
"Come on," she had said. "You can't sit indoors on your own on a Saturday night, it's party night and Sam has the house to herself. It will be a blast."
Reluctantly I had agreed, despite my forebodings and despite knowing I wouldn't know many people there.
Within minutes of arriving, Margaret had left me to my own devices and I had last seen her flirting in the corner with one of the guys from the office.
Margaret and I are both in our mid twenties and work for a well known insurance company. We were about two years into a three year management associate program and were expected to be one of the future managers and leaders of the company. I could think of nothing worse and couldn't wait for the program to finish so I could leave and get a more interesting job. Margaret conversely loved it and ensured, in her role as a social animal, that she networked both inside and outside the company. In one of my less charitable moments I considered her networking to be only marginally different to whoring as she seemed to have slept with a large proportion of the office, not even caring about the men's marital status.
I, meanwhile, had just come out of a long term relationship that had started during my first year at university and I had remained loyal to my man throughout the relationship. It was a shame he hadn't and while I could never prove it, I was not entirely convinced he and Margaret had not overstepped the boundaries of a platonic friendship on a couple of occasions.
As I walked around the party sipping my drink, smiling politely as people said "hi" and did a similar walk around, I noticed Margaret had progressed from flirting to attacking the guy's tonsils with her tongue. Get a room guys!
My solitude was broken by a male voice saying to me, "They look as though they are having fun!" I turned around to see who was talking to me and my eyes met a good looking guy, about my age, tall and slim and looking at Margaret and her conquest in the corner.
"Yes," I replied. "Believe it or not I came with her and now I'm Miss Billy No Mates."
"No your not," he said. "Believe it or not I came with him, so we are both in the same boat. I'm David and I'll be you mate. What would you like to drink?"
"Well, firstly I am Louise and a white wine would be great. Thanks!"
He returned with two glasses of wine, red and white and handed me mine. "Cheers"
We clinked glasses and sipped our drinks.
"She may have come with you, but I hate to say it, but I bet he will soon be cumming with her," David said smiling.
"I think your right," I replied as the two of them broke apart to draw breath, both oblivious to us watching them.
"I've never been a voyeur before," David said. "Have you?"
I laughed, "No, but there's always a first time for anything."
As I said this, Margaret whispered something into her mans ear and he nodded and smiled. He took her hand and they left the room.
David looked at me and smiled. "Fancy some fun?"
I nodded.
"Let's follow them."
He took my hand and we too left the room. We could see them heading out into the garden.
Quietly we also went into the garden and saw them head towards a garden bench.
They sat down and resumed their passionate kissing.
We looked for somewhere to hide when David saw the ideal place, a shed about 3 metres away from the bench.
Silently he opened the door and we entered a tidy and clean shed, its windows overlooking the bench where the passion of the kissing was increasing and both Margaret and her lover were stroking each other through their clothes.
I stood looking at them, leaning against a work bench with David partly beside me and partly behind me, leaning against me and the bench. I was amazed at myself as I was getting turned on seeing Margaret and her man obviously enjoying each others bodies.
David whispered in my ear. "Any minute now, he will have her top off."
I answered back. "What outside? Here?"
He nodded. "I bet."
As if scripted, Margaret stopped kissing, sat up and removed her top. She put it on the arm of the bench and then removed her bra.
Their kissing resumed as David whispered in my ear, "told you."
I turned to him a smiled. "So what's next?"
"Look," he said. I turned to look out of the window to see Margaret lie down on the bench and she started to remove her jeans. They were soon on the arm of the bench and were then joined by her knickers.
"I bet John, will start undressing now." David whispered.
"Oh that's difficult to predict," I mocked smiling at David, who was now leaning further against me.
