The only reason I could give for what happened was that I was in a real pisser of a mood before I even went to that stupid garden party. I wouldn't have gone at all, but it was a charity event, I'd paid my money and I knew that the organisers were counting on idiots like me to fork out a bit more at the actual party.
So I went along, exchanging inanities with a group of people who, on the most part, I didn't know and had no desire to know. The organisers proved themselves to be fools, skimping on the party, apparently to show how social conscious they were. They'd have done a lot better lashing out a bit and then raking in the donations from a happy crowd.
I wandered around, seeing people and being seen, which is the main purpose of these parties, charity aside. Finally, fed up to the teeth with the whole affair and knowing I couldn't really fade away for another couple of hours I slipped into the house to take a break.
I finished up in the library, looking out at the crowd, watching the ever changing faces as the party seethed with movement. I could see pretty young things move to the edge of the event, only to be swept up by gallant beaus or wolves on the make and dragged back into the turmoil.
Stately dowagers would circle around, looking down their collective noses at the lesser types mingling before them. Wealthy businessmen net-worked, hoping to increase their net-worth and people from the entertainment industry peacocked about, desperate to be seen.
I was standing at the library window watching all this, scotch in hand and cynicism in mind, when Pam came into the library. I quite liked Pam. She was a lovely little thing. Married of course and I thought she could have done better. She was actually rather an exotic looking creature, and I suspected a touch of Asian blood somewhere in the past had given her those slanted eyes.
"Tony," she said. "I noticed that you'd vanished. What are you doing here?"
"Standing, watching and wondering," I said. "Come over here."
Pam came over and I moved her in front of me, indicating she should look out at the madding throng.
"Look at them," I said. "Trying to see everything and as a result seeing nothing. They ache to be seen, to be noticed, but fail to realise that they themselves should be seeing and noticing. We're standing in the window and not one of them will notice us."
Pam laughed. "That's partly due to the fact that it's sunny outside and dark in here. All you can see if you look at the windows is reflections."
"True," I murmured. "Put your hands on the window and lean forward and look at the crowd."
Pam did as I'd told her, leaning forward to examine the crowd.
"See them out there, mingling around. If they stopped to look they might notice your face looking out at them, but they'd never notice me behind you doing this."
The 'this' I was referring to was my pushing up Pam's short dress and pulling her panties down. She gave a startled yelp and tried to move away but she was off balance, leaning up against the window and trapped by me.
My hand moved between her legs, cupped her mound and started massaging her.
