One of my more guilty experiences, happened recently at my friend's 20th birthday party. A short event, but one I found quite exciting.
Martina's parents had put on a good table, lots of snacks with plenty of drink. Friends and relatives were enjoying themselves, and it had become quite noisy. Music was being played, and the hubbub of talking and laughter all added to the heaviness of the atmosphere.
My friend's parents were a lovely couple, Brian, her dad was the owner of a small engineering company, where they manufactured switch gears, and mechanical enclosures. He worked extremely hard to make a success of his business and to provide them with a good life. Her mother, Corrine worked in the local chemist as a pharmacist. They were both middle aged and an attractive couple. They had a wide circle of friends and were always welcoming to me whenever I visited Martina.
Corrine was a fairly plain looking woman, mature, strong featured, with thick dark brown hair. A shapely if somewhat plump figure, good bosoms, strong legs, and a magnificent bottom. She had a lovely personality and matched Martina's dad perfectly. He was outgoing and made friends almost immediately he met people. Quite a small man, dark haired, he wore thick rimmed glasses and was very pleasant. She greeted me warmly and ushered me into the party. I found Martina and gave her the birthday present I'd brought with me.
We laughed together as we enjoyed the atmosphere, and things began to liven up. I noticed that her mother was very stylishly dressed, wearing a crisp white cotton blouse, with a stiff polished cotton skirt, in olive green, under which she wore a layered noisy taffeta slip, which moved around her legs, with a subtle swishing as she walked. She had a style and fluidity about her, which made itself apparent when she walked. She and her husband made a fine looking couple, and Martina benefited greatly by having them as parents.
The party was in full swing, I had a few drinks and tried to enjoy myself. Martina had to circulate amongst her friends, so although she tried, she couldn't spend much time with me. An amazingly pretty girl, she attracted men like bees to honey. There was always a group of young suitors around her wherever she went, I enjoyed her company, and I always found that being with her on nights out, gave me an opportunity to pick off the stragglers, so to speak. The music got louder, the drink flowed, and the air became heavy with the rising level of noise.
It was close to my time of the month, and I had developed a thumping headache. The main rooms had become quite hot, all of which added to my discomfort. I hadn't dressed in any particular style for the party, wearing a simple plain black cotton poplin dress, black underwear set and barely black tights. I wore a panty liner in my knickers, and my tights on top of them. Finally, I had a pair of Lycra cycling shorts pulled over the top of my undies just in case I had any sudden onsets with a resulting accident.
Sneaking quietly out of the room, I went down the corridor to the back of the house. They had a medium sized room there which was used as an everyday breakfast and dining room, rather than the large formal dining room in the main part of the house. Not wishing to spoil the party, I went into the room to rest in a bit of a quiet atmosphere, although I really wanted to go home and curl up on my bed, with a hot water bottle clutched tightly to my tummy,
The room was dimly lit by the low-level lights on the wall unit. There was a large comfortable armchair in the corner by the windowsill, and drapes which hung over the side of the chair. Next to the chair was a large sideboard, the combination of these things had the effect of throwing the corner into soft darkness.
Dominated by the large draw leaf dining table towards the centre of the room, with the head close in to the bay window. The lower edge was towards the door, closer to my line of sight, clearing my view of the door to the corridor. The table was surrounded by six high backed dining chairs. Light from both the doorway and the wall unit, shone across the polished surface, making it easy to see the table, but further adding to the shadowed gloom of the corner in which I sat.
I sank gratefully into the soft leather high winged seat, relishing the darkness and peacefulness. Tucking my legs up underneath me, and with the dark clothes I was wearing it made me all but invisible to anyone who came into the room, unless they were actually looking for me.
Taking a packet of paracetamol tablets from my handbag, I swallowed two, and sat further back in the chair to relax as I let them take effect. The sounds from the main party were faint and I began to feel the heaviness in my head ease, although I was beginning to get stomach cramps, a sure sign that things were on their way.
I must have dropped off to sleep for a while, but I woke as footsteps came down the hallway, and the door to the family dining room opened. Martina's mum came in, briefly lighting the far side of the room with the light from the door. I tensed but she didn't see me, for which I was grateful, I couldn't face having to explain myself, and the resultant motherly clucking it was sure to induce.
She busied herself at the wall unit, placing a metal tray onto the table, and selecting extra glasses to augment the availability to the guests. A few minutes later, the door opened again, and a man came in, once again lighting that side of the room. Fortunately, once again I wasn't seen, the corner being shrouded in shadow. I saw it was John, one of my friend's neighbours. He was a tall taciturn man, very attractive in his appearance, and clearly well known to Corrine. As the door partly closed behind him, blanketing me in soft darkness once more. She didn't seem overly surprised by his arrival.
"John! Have you come to help me with the glasses?"
"In a way."
"Oooh, that sounds mysterious, well I'm glad of the help."
"Don't pretend that you don't know why I'm here."
He stepped towards her, drawing her close to his chest and kissed her, firmly but lingeringly full on her lips.
"Oh! John! What on Earth do you think you're doing?"
He didn't answer except to kiss her again, longer and with more passion than before.
I shrank back on the armchair as far as I could, hiding in the dark shadows of the corner, unseen by either of them for the moment. Breathless, I watched the scene unfold in front of me. Normally, and by my nature I'm an exhibitionist, but I found myself in the situation of involuntarily becoming a voyeur.
She put up a semblance of outrage and resistance, trying to push him away, but he held her more tightly and ran his hands over her body, kissing her again and again, interrupting her words as she attempted to protest.
"John, mmmm, please don't, mmmm, ohhh, John, stop someone might come, ooooh, mmmmm...."
Hearing the muffled gasps and grunts as they struggled with each other, I was about to make myself known, hopefully stopping what seemed to be an attempt to force Corrine to give in to his wishes. Hesitating, I heard her whispering to him. There was no indication that she was actually distressed by what was happening to her, and her actions belied her words and reactions. I could see them as they continued kissing and hear their lips as they joined with each other. There was a loud bump as he pushed her against the edge of the table, the wood rattling slightly in reaction to their movements.
"Stop John, I've told you, someone might come in."
"Come on."
"No, what are you doing? I'm a married woman."
"Oh, come on."
