Good afternoon; my name's Mel -- well Melanie on Sundays -- and though I'm a fifty-six year old mother and grandmother, I like to think that I look far younger. I work hard to maintain my figure and my blonde hair disguises the encroaching grey; I can still draw wolf-whistles and appreciative glances from passing men, so I can't be doing too badly.
My husband George was rather older than me and died three years ago, so last year, I sold the family home -- I was rattling around in there like a pea in a drum! - and bought myself a nice apartment in a seniors development. As a bonus that downsizing enabled me to pass on some money to each of my children, so allowing them to buy bigger houses.
My daughter Alison was in particular need, as she, her husband Sean and their three boys were living in a tiny two bedroomed place; they'd only planned on two kids, but Ali had produced twins the second time around. I wasn't entirely altruistic, insisting that they bought somewhere reasonably close to my new apartment and that they allowed me to maintain the garden for them.
I've long been a keen gardener and soon after moving into my apartment I came to realise how much I missed having one of my own; a few pots and window boxes just didn't cut it. I don't know about my first proviso, but Ali and Sean had no qualms about acceding to my second; neither one of them can distinguish between a daisy, a dandelion or a delphinium, nor do they have any interest in learning to do so.
Sean undertakes any heavy digging that's needed and mows the lawns too; though not the trimming of their edges... Sean can't be trusted to expend the time and effort necessary to get those just right. Doing those edges, amongst others was what had taken me to their house on Saturday.
I normally do the gardening, while Sean and Ali are at work and the boys are in school as I prefer to work in peace. But last week had been the school's half-term holiday so the boys and either Sean or Alison had been at home for much of every day. On Saturday I had a clear run, Alison had taken the boys to a friend's house for the day and Sean was out mountain biking with his mates.
It was about two thirty in the afternoon when I rushed into the house; I was kicking off my shoes even as I arrived. I was bursting for a pee and should have come in twenty minutes earlier, but you know how it is... 'I'll just hold on and finish this job first.' Fortunately their house has a small bathroom incorporated into the utility & laundry room off the foyer to the rear door.
I stepped through the door and stopped in my tracks; surprised and confused... Not only were the lights on, but the room was steamed-up and I could hear water running. It took me only a few moments to piece things together: Sean was back from his bicycle ride and using the shower. Whoops! These things happen, time for a hasty withdrawal and a shouted apology.
Except that I didn't do either: I stood quietly in the doorway, my urgent need for the toilet momentarily forgotten, as I... took in the view. To be fair, it wasn't a very clear view; the room generally and shower screen in particular were steamed up, but I could see the outline if not the detail, of Sean lathering himself up behind it.
I knew that I shouldn't have stood there gawping, but Sean is very well... assembled and he was looking the opposite way, so hadn't noticed me. I watched for many seconds, not a full minute, but would accept that I stood there far longer than good manners or even common decency permitted, before looking away.
And that's when things became embarrassing: As I dragged my eyes away from Sean, they caught sight of the mirror above the washbasin, on the far wall. The reflection in that mirror afforded me an unencumbered and full frontal view of Sean around the end of the misty shower screen; his cock was more than half erect and his right hand was slowly sliding back and forth along its length.
That in itself might have discombobulated me, but things got worse: Sean hadn't once turned in my direction while I'd been standing in the doorway; he hadn't needed to... Sean had been watching me via the mirror all along! As if in confirmation, Sean grinned wickedly and gave me a protracted and very theatrical wink of his eye.
I squealed in dismay and rushed out, slamming the door behind me. My need for the toilet was forgotten entirely and less than two minutes later I was in my car and heading for home; I didn't even stop to put my gardening tools away. Ten minutes later I was safely in my own bathroom, my heart and breath were both still racing, while the reflection of another mirror showed my cheeks still glowing with shame.
I couldn't even hide away in my embarrassment; Sean and Alison were going out to a party themselves that evening and I'd agreed to spend the night at their house babysitting; I could put those tools away at least. I reduced my discomfiture so far as was possible, by phoning Alison to say that I was running late and not arriving until almost when they needed to leave.
I was also relieved to discover -- judging from Alison's manner -- that Sean hadn't mentioned my faux pas to her, but it wasn't a complete success: Just as they went out of the door, Sean looked back, threw me a devilish smile and another of those theatrical winks. I'm unsure which unsettled me the most, Sean's smile, or the way in which my heart and stomach both fluttered on receiving it?
Sensibly, I ought to have been safely tucked-up in bed before Sean and Alison ever returned; it was well after midnight by then. But it's a maternal thing, stemming back to when Alison was a teenager, that I can't shake off; if she goes out in the evening and I'm there, I just have to wait up until she arrives home safe and sound.
That night, Alison returned safely, though far from sound. It had been Sean's turn to drive so Alison had been drinking; she stumbled rather than stepped through the front door. I got a slobbery kiss on the cheek, before Alison turned to Sean and mumbled "I need a pee and to look-in on the boys; I'll see you in the bedroom."
As Alison staggered her way up the stairs Sean enquired as to whether the boys had behaved themselves, thanked me for taking care of them and then he too gave me a kiss. Though it was nothing like Alison's, or indeed any he'd given me before: Sean's arms were wrapped around me before I could think and he kissed me full on the mouth, long, hard and passionately.
As had happened that afternoon, I responded too slowly and when I did act, it was... wrongly. I returned the kiss; when Sean's tongue withdrew from between my lips, I even allowed my own to explore Sean's mouth. Sean's hand was squeezing my bum and I felt his cock pressing against my belly; rather than trying to pull away, I ground myself against it.
How long did it last? Probably worse than that afternoon's... indiscretion; certainly for many seconds and it may perhaps even have been for a full minute. It was Sean who broke our embrace, concluding it with a repeat of that satyric smile/theatrical wink combination; he spoke over his shoulder as he headed for the stairs "I'd better get myself up there, Alison's always horny when she's been drinking."
I stayed downstairs for a while before going up myself; yet again trying to catch my breath, settle a racing heartbeat and control those butterflies doing loop the loops inside my belly. Only as I began to climb the stairs did I perceive that this time it was even worse; I could feel my panties rubbing against my groin... It and they were both damp.
The guest room is just across the landing from Sean and Alison's bedroom and in the moment I was opening the door I heard a squeal from Alison, followed by a more guttural "Oh fuck yes Sean... Again, just like that." I was making a habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time; or perhaps it was more my behaving badly when I was? I closed the door behind me... but not entirely.
I couldn't help but listen to Sean and Alison's lovemaking as I undressed, but when I'd done so, perhaps fearing that I may not be able to hear from the bed, I remained standing just inside the door for a further five minutes. This was getting out of hand and when eventually I climbed into bed, it was evident that the moisture level of my pants was now way beyond 'damp'.
I've no idea how much later it happened; I know I'd had a dream between times, so I must have slept for a few minutes at least. I was awake now though, with the bed covers kicked back and my legs spread; that dream was at the forefront of my mind and my hands were inside my panties -- those were downright wet by now! - while my fingers plunged into the yielding channel therein.
I didn't think I'd made any noise, or at least not enough to disturb anyone... My teeth were tightly clenched. I became aware that the door was open; I knew that I hadn't closed it fully, but it was now wide open! It was darker on the landing than in my room, so I couldn't actually 'see' anyone out there, but I sensed movement and felt sure that someone was out there watching me.
In that same instant I realised that those differing light levels -- there's a street light quite close to the guest room window, so even with the curtains drawn, it's never entirely dark -- would allow whomever was on the landing, a clear view of me and of what I was doing! Why didn't I just stop you might ask? A few seconds earlier and I might have done, but by then I was beyond the point of no return.
I recall taking some solace from the fact that my panties were still in place; whoever -- Sean? - couldn't actually 'see' my hands at work, though the stretched and moving fabric would no doubt leave little to their imagination. Three fingers of my left hand were spearing into my pussy, while the knuckles of my right were grinding fiercely against my clit.
A moment later and not even those clenched teeth and lips could contain all the noise of my orgasm; it was explosive with a capital E! My whole body went as rigid as a steel bar, I was supported only by my heels and the back of my head, with my back arched, bum raised inches above the mattress and trembling and shuddering as if I were suffering an epileptic fit.
Fluid poured out between my still invading fingers and I wondered for one moment if I'd peed myself. I feared that my heart might burst free of my breast and didn't think that I've ever climaxed so hard in my entire life... Certainly not on my own. Only as that orgasm subsided and clear thought began to return, did I remember that I hadn't been 'on my own'.
There'd been someone watching from the landing and rather than their presence diminishing or even abbreviating my orgasm, it had enhanced and expanded it... I'd come like a bloody train! Surreptitiously looking towards the door, I noted that it was once again closed; soon after I drifted off to sleep, still wallowing in the wanton pleasure of performing for that voyeur.
My sense of propriety returned with the daylight; I was awake early but didn't dare to go downstairs. The children began moving around first, rousing Sean and Alison soon after, but I continued clinging to the sanctuary of my bedroom. I Knew Sean was taking the boys to football practice this morning, so didn't venture downstairs until after I'd heard them leaving.
Alison was sat at the kitchen table looking very much the worse for wear; that made me feel a little better; slobbing around in my dressing gown I doubt that I was looking at my best either. "Oh God mum, I feel as rough as boots this morning... I'm never drinking again."
How could I not laugh at that; how many times had I heard it before? I poured myself a coffee and refilled Alison's mug too, before enquiring after her plans for the day.
