Pursuit of the Fox

Note: All characters are over 18. Edited by Antimater42

A new face made an appearance at our latest radio club meeting. She seemed to be in her late-thirties or early-forties, standing at a little over five feet with long, dirty-blonde hair neatly tied up in a ponytail.

Club tradition dictated that we begin our meetings by introducing ourselves and acknowledging any newcomers, and once it was her turn, she quickly stood up from her seat.

"I'm Aimee," she said giddily. "I'm here to write a story for the Community Gazette about your club."

Our presentation for the evening revolved around an upcoming event -- the "Fox Hunt." Despite its name, it wasn't about chasing actual foxes; instead, it involved locating a hidden radio transmitter within a local wooded park using radios equipped with directional antennas. Handouts we received provided all the essential information, including the start time, location, and more.

After the presentation, Aimee turned to me with intrigue in her eyes. "So, can I tag along with you?"

"Of course, Aimee," I replied warmly. "It's open to anyone interested. I'm Mike, in case you missed my introduction."

"Do I need to bring anything special?" she asked.

"No. But keep in mind that it might be hot by midday, and we will be in the woods," I cautioned.

Saturday arrived, and at 9 a.m., I found myself in the wrong parking lot, searching for our group. As I scoured the area, I spotted Aimee navigating the same lot in her vehicle, equally confused. Looking down towards the lower lot I could see other members gathering.

Waving her over, I called out. "Aimee, we're in the wrong area. Head down to the assembly area in the lower parking lot."

"Thanks, Mike," she responded with a smile.

Once we pulled into the lower lot, I spotted the other club members already making their way up the trail, equipped with the aforementioned radios and antennas. My best friend, Jimmy, arrived just before us.

Jimmy had an uncanny ability to transform into a walking Wikipedia on any subject, and Aimee's unconventional choice of attire for the forest adventure became the topic du jour. She sported a bright yellow tank top, shorts, and open-toe sandals. It was hard to miss the fact that she hadn't opted for a bra. Her attire left little to the imagination, with her nipples and dark areolas on display beneath the thin fabric.

Jimmy, our resident wilderness expert, couldn't help but remark, "I must say, Aimee, your choice of clothing isn't exactly ideal for our woodland trek, especially those open-toe sandals with the risk of encountering snakes."

Aimee retorted with a playful smile, "Well, I'm here now, so I'll have to make do."

Jimmy had a radio with a non-directional antenna while I had a directional Yagi antenna. Seeing him without a directional antenna, I couldn't resist asking, "How do you plan to find the 'Fox' with that setup?"

"Don't worry," Jimmy responded confidently. "I know a few tricks."

With that, the three of us embarked on our journey. After about a hundred yards, Jimmy veered left into the woods, while my radio indicated a different direction. I pointed out the discrepancy to him, but he remained resolute, trekking deeper into the woods.

I turned to Aimee to give her a choice. "You can follow Jimmy or me."

"I think I'll follow you," She decided.

As the morning clouds dissipated, the scorching sun intensified, raising the temperature and humidity to an uncomfortable level. Jimmy and I, clad in long pants and long-sleeve shirts for protection, sweat heavily in the sweltering weather, as did Aimee, who soon found her tank top drenched and subtly accentuating her more feminine features.

Spotting a drinking fountain up ahead, I suggested a break, feigning concern for Aimee's comfort. Honestly, I just really needed to cool down.

Just as we reached the fountain, Jimmy emerged from the woods.

"I think my radio misled me earlier; it's pointing in this direction now," he said.

My own radio indicated a path off the gravel trail.

"It looks like it's this way," I said.

Jimmy took a moment to remind Aimee of the potential perils of the woods, mentioning ticks, spiders, and snakes.

Aimee's response was nonchalant. "So?"

He continued on with the dangers of deer ticks carrying Rocky Mountain spotted fever and Lyme disease, and then something about how certain ticks can burrow under the skin and release toxins.

Aimee found herself a little more reluctant than earlier now as I saw her shoulders tense up; she started listening intently and nodding, not saying a word while Jimmy added another fact about the notorious brown recluse spider's dangerous bite. Granted, this probably could've also been her just pretending to listen and merely tolerating his boundless knowledge.

"Alright, Jimmy. I get it," she said, her annoyance spilling into her tone now. "It's a dangerous place out here."

Undeterred, she continued walking into the woods, following me closely.

After a hundred feet or so, Aimee suddenly yelped. "Mike! There's something's crawling on me!"

She frantically swatted at her body and then tugged the neckline of her tank top to get a better view of her chest.

She held her top out as she came next to me. "Mike, take a look; see if you can see it."

I wasn't sure if she was really concerned about what might've been on her body, or if there was some other motive behind this (as I hoped as I felt my heart beat hasten from the subtle intimacy of it all). Looking down her top gave me a view of her nipples, something I wasn't expecting at all.

"I didn't see anything," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Just as she released her top, she cried out. "Ouch! I can feel it again; it's biting me! Take another look. See if you can see it."

She fully pulled her top up to reveal he faintly tanned breasts. Her flashing them so hastily caught me completely off guard.

It must have been a reflex action when she said, "Oops!" once she quickly pulled her top back down.

No sooner than it was down, she screamed again, "It bit me again".

Amid her growing panic, I stood paralyzed in complete confusion. What the hell is happening?

"Mike, get it off me!" she urged. She grasped the side of her top and pulled it up again, once again exposing her beautiful tits. They weren't huge, but definitely more than a handful. Nipples perked and her dark, pinkish areolas at about the size of a half dollar.

Looking closer, I could see a little sticker (probably from a bush) stuck to her yellow top. And all I could do was stare as my mind processed what I was witnessing. I could only watch in amazement as I struggled to comprehend the scene unfolding before me.

My voice trembled when I finally managed to say something. "Uh, I don't have my glasses; I'll use my phone's camera to zoom in." With a quick swipe, I switched my phone to video mode and recorded Aimee's left tit.

Jimmy stepped in, offering to inspect the right side while I concentrated on the left. Aimee, still panicked, didn't seem to mind that Jimmy was closely examining her other tit.

After what felt like a pretty extensive examination, I said, "I think I see it."

Jimmy chimed in. "We should remove it before it goes in any deeper; once that happens, it'll release toxins, and you know what that means."

I fumbled for my pocket and retrieved a pair of tweezers from my Swiss Army knife. I carefully brought them closer to Aimee's tit, intending to simulate the removal of the imaginary tick.

"Please, Mike. Get it off me," Aimee implored.

The notion of a straightforward extraction ignited some unanticipated thoughts in my mind. I gingerly grasped her large nipple, gently rolling it between my fingers, eliciting a soft moan from Aimee.

"I have to stretch out the skin so I can get a clear shot at the tick's head."

"Here, hand me your phone," said Jimmy. "You give it to me, and I'll tell you if you've hit the right spot."

I nodded and handed my phone to Jimmy, who continued the recording; he'd probably get a way better video out of this than I could.

Jimmy continued documenting the operation with my phone. "Be careful not to squeeze too hard; that could release the toxins," he warned.

I "hesitated", delaying the process as much as possible until I finally made my move; I plucked a little hair from the area.

"Ouch! That hurt. Did you get it?" Aimee asked.

Before I could respond, Jimmy interjected.

"To be safe, we should suction out any potential toxins. Mike, do you have a snakebite kit?"

I glanced at Jimmy, puzzled by his question. "No. I don't have a snakebite kit, why?"

"Maybe you could utilize the suction bulb to extract the toxins." he suggested.

As our conversation continued, I continued to gently pull on Aimee's nipple and roll it, as though it were a form of therapeutic treatment.

Jimmy chimed in. "Well, I suppose you could resort to the age-old technique of sucking it out."

I shifted my gaze to Aimee's face. She appeared somewhat spaced out, perhaps from the pleasant sensation of the nipple therapy or the notion of a stranger sucking on her tit.

"Would you...mind me sucking the toxins out?" I asked, both nervous at how Aimee might react, and excited that she might just be about as aroused about this as I was.

Alas, Aimee didn't immediately answer. I pressed further, asking, "Aimee, what would you like me to do?"

"Suck my..." she hesitated, before adding, "Tit...just get the toxins out."

I started sucking around her areola and gradually moved to her nipple; I felt her shudder, though it seemed to be a pleasurable one at that. She confirmed this suspicion of mine when she implored me to continue.

"Oh yes! Suck my tits, Mike; suck them hard."

Not needing to be told twice, I sucked harder and turned the procedure into a spectacle, repeatedly expelling the imagined toxins in dramatic fashion.

Although not admitting it, Jimmy himself was just as aroused as me and Aimee were; there was a bulge growing between his legs and before I or Aimee knew it, he leaned in with my phone still in hand and started sucking her other nipple.

The sensation of both our mouths on her breasts was the catalyst that sent Aimee into a massive orgasm as she screamed, "Yes! oh yes!" echoing in the silent woods.

Her exceptionally loud moan caught us off guard. We were entirely engrossed in the moment, and the proximity of the rest of our group hadn't even occurred to us.

Jimmy and I came to a halt. We shared a look of astonishment as we gazed at her.

Aimee discreetly adjusted her top and expressed a shy, "Thank you."

Jimmy handed me back my phone and embarked on his narrative about the significance of a meticulous tick inspection before showering.

"Thanks, Jimmy. I'll definitely keep that in mind, and I do need to..." Aimee's sentence was abruptly cut short as the radio crackled with the news of the others finding the fox.

She sighed and remarked, "Well, I suppose that's the end of our day. Not exactly the story I anticipated, but it wasn't a waste."

As we walked back to our cars, I anticipated Aimee sharing her thoughts on the day's events. Surprisingly, Jimmy himself was unusually speechless during the walk. And all the while, Aimee and I engaged in light conversation, discussing topics like birds, squirrels, and the occasional dog walker as we tried our best to not talk about what just transpired in the woods.

Upon reaching our parked cars, Aimee suddenly took hold of my arm and said, "Mike, could you come back to my apartment and check me for anymore 'ticks'?"

Her request caught me off guard, and my mind raced ahead, imagining her preparing to step into the shower, her body uncovered.

"Sure, Aimee. I'll follow you," I replied. I just couldn't resist the opportunity to explore her body further. And although I briefly considered suggesting that Jimmy assist, I decided against it. Although, as he unlocked his car, he stopped for a moment to call out.

"Hey! Mike!"

I peered over my car door just as I was about to enter. "What?"

"Text me that video when you get home? It'll be helpful the next time we have to pluck ticks."

For a moment, I could've sworn that I saw a ghost of a smile on Jimmy's face. I then replied with, "Will do."

Jimmy nodded and entered his car and drove off, as did I about a moment later.

I surely wouldn't be seeing the fox hunting the same ever again.