It makes me very uncomfortable despite the slight boost to my self confidence that comes from a guy who is 22 years younger than me being interested in me sexually.
Anyway, as per the norm, I feel like an outsider at tonight’s party. I try to mingle and be pleasant to the family but they barely hide their disinterest. After about thirty minutes of trying I give up and just sip champagne and munch in the delightful canapés whilst chatting to Dave.
A few minutes later I notice that John has spotted us and his making his way over. My heart sinks.
He comes behind us and forces he way in between us. He throws his arms around our backs and loudly kisses each of us on the cheek. “How’s my wimpy old brother and his sexy wife?” He is obviously a little drunk but his opening gambit is nothing unusual.
“Fuck off John. It is nice to see you too.” Dave laughs and kisses him back. Whilst this is happening John has lowered his hand onto my ass and is gently massaging it. He has positioned us so that our backs are to the wall and no-one can see what he is doing.
I feel sick and try to subtly move his hand with mine but I cannot without making it obvious what is happening. John keeps us there talking for almost ten minutes and he works my ass the entire time.
Eventually he leaves us to get more booze. I feel violated and a little annoyed with myself for a couple of reasons. Firstly that I have passively let this situation develop over the years and secondly because the onslaught of sexual interest that comes out of John’s mouth does in some small way make me feel slightly more sexy; especially as I get older.
I am dreading the next few hours. How am I going to get through it? I start to drink a little bit faster; that always helps.
I cheer myself up by discussing our next holiday with Dave but this only lasts half an hour or so before Dave leaves me alone to go and chat with his parents.
I go to the bar to get another champagne and I almost drop the flute as I feel my ass being grabbed again. I hear John whisper in my ear “One day I am going to fuck that sweet ass if yours. Maybe today. You are gonna cum harder than you ever have with my wimpy brother.” A moment later he was gone.
Surely someone must have seen that. As I turn round it is obvious that no-one was paying any attention at all. A tiny shot of excitement runs through my body, mixed with the usual revulsion. I think it must be a combination of the drink and the very public nature of the incident.
I busy myself with some more canapés before realising that I needed to go to the toilet. I head off and enter the deserted ladies toilet. The heady scent of expensive fragrance hits me and makes me feel relaxed.
As I head to the first cubicle the lights suddenly switch off and I hear the door lock behind me. I freeze, terrified. Then I feel two hands grip me in a vice-like grip, spin me around and force my hack against the cubicle. I know it is John; I recognise his aftershave. Before I have chance to protest he plants his lips on mine and roughly kisses me.