Little Fox's Magical Awakening

The air was crisp and cool when I stepped out onto the deck, and the breeze felt good on my flushed cheeks. My head was pounding from the overloud music and the shouted conversations of the Halloween party inside. Thankfully, all the noise was muffled from outside, though I could still hear my husband James' laughter occasionally cut through the roar.

Parties weren't exactly my scene. The loud music, social pressure to make witty small talk, the awkward standing around balancing a plate of snacks while pretending to be totally at ease--I'd rather RSVP, "No Fucking Way" to any gathering over ten people. Taking breaks like this was the only way to get through the evening. So, while I looked up at the starry sky and breathed in the scent of cinnamon wafting up from the mug of cider in my hands, I let my body relax.

I pulled the fox-eared headband off my head and let the wind muss my dark blonde curls and kiss the bare skin of the tops of my breasts. I appreciated the flattering tightness of the orange faux leather dress with its daringly short skirt and deep V-neck trimmed in fur. Jaylie and Kyle, the hosts of this evening's revelries, had asked everyone to dress as their "sex spirit," whatever that meant. After a ridiculous amount of brainstorming, James and I had settled on the Fox and the Hunter. I could be sexually playful and adventurous, even if my satisfaction was sometimes elusive, and James was single-minded in his determination to get me off. The costumes seemed appropriate.

I heard his laughter outside, and I smiled to myself. I could always find him in a crowded room by listening for his laugh. I saw him through the window, looking confident and rugged in his hunting camo and orange vest as he chatted with one of his friends. His camo reminded me of how I'd swoon at the sight of him in his BDU's during his Army days, and my heart fluttered a little at the memory. He was just as sexy now as he was then, and I felt a rush of warmth in my body at the sight of him.

As the roaring in my head eased, I became aware of the sounds of the night: the scurrying of a mouse below the deck, the hoot of an owl perched in a tree some way off, and the squeak of a porch swing out in the yard. Then, from out in the darkness of the yard I heard a young woman's voice, "Come on out here, love. The stars are so much brighter when you get away from the house lights."

I peered through the dark and saw that the porch swing wasn't empty. A young woman was lying across it, one leg dangling off the side to propel it back and forth. Her dark hair cascaded down behind her, and the long broomstick skirt she wore spilled over the edge of the swing and brushed the ground.

I felt a little thrill when I recognized her. James and I tended to notice the same women, though he was as straight as they came, and I wasn't nearly as straight as I'd once thought. We had glanced at each other with a gleam in our eyes when she'd arrived earlier in the evening, her gold hoops catching the light as she'd shaken out her colorful skirt. Her thick hair had been barely contained by a bandana, and her luminous brown eyes and velvety lips had made me wonder what sort of trouble she might be looking for tonight.

I hesitated and glanced back through the window at James. Had he seen me step outside? He would soon miss me and wonder where I had gone. Peering back out toward the swing, I could see that the woman was sitting now and had made room for me next to her on the swing. James would just have to come looking for me, I guess. I took a quick sip of my cider before setting it down on the railing and made my way out to the yard.

"You seem to be enjoying the party about as much as I am," the dark-eyed woman said, patting the spot beside her to invite me to sit.

I laughed, "Yeah. Yelling above the ear-splitting music to make conversation with people I barely know is my favorite." I sat down on the swing tucking my feet up under me and noticed that my mini skirt rode up almost high enough to reveal my lack of panties. I tugged at the hem to cover as much of my bare thighs as I could.

"Nice costume," she said. "What are you? A kitten?"

"Fox," I replied, putting the ears back on briefly to give her the full effect. I saw her take in the whole outfit with approval, her eyes lingering a bit on the white flesh of my breasts and again at the curve of my hip.

"Ah! Playful, curious, coy... a little mischievous," she mused, biting her lower lip.

"Is that what you think of foxes?" I asked.

"It's what I think of you," her voice deepened a little.

"Based off what, the thirty seconds you've known me?" I smirked, trying to brush off the feeling that she had seen through me precisely.

"And yet, you took an invitation to sit in the dark under the stars with a stranger..." The way her voice sounded suddenly like warm molasses made the hairs on my arm raise. Her full lips glistened in the moonlight.

"You invited me, so what does that say of you?" I laughed and looked away, trying to break the spell that she'd cast over us.

"It says I know what I want, and I'm not afraid to ask for it." She smiled at me, her lips parting slightly to reveal a flash of white teeth, and her captivating eyes daring me under her dark lashes.

I swallowed. She was so bold. I envied her directness, her confidence. "And what is it that you want?" I asked.

"Don't you know? I thought it was obvious." She was running a finger lightly up and down my arm. I watched as she turned my palm upward and drew a design into the soft flesh there.

"What are you...?" I started to ask.

"Shhhhh." She silenced me and continued drawing a few more lines. Then she leaned down and pressed her lips to my palm and closed my fingers around it. A warmth spread across my palm like she'd placed a heated stone there rather than kiss.

And then everything around me faded like fog at the edges of my vision; the sounds of the party felt miles away. An owl hooted once and went silent. Even the wind that had been blowing tendrils of my hair and rustling her skirt died away and the swing stopped swaying. For one strange moment I had the sensation that this enigmatic woman and I were in a bubble with the world being kept just outside.

The stillness should have been unsettling, but instead I felt a curious lightness. It was like some invisible hand had lifted a weight from me that I'd carried for so long I had forgotten it was there. I didn't even notice that I was trailing my finger along her arm and caressing the soft flesh at her inner elbow.

My breath came out in a rush. How long had I been holding it? "You are--incredibly sexy." The words came out unbidden, the directness of them startling me. Well, maybe that cider was stronger than I thought. Or maybe.... I stopped tracing her arm and placed my hand on her knee, the cotton of her skirt thin and soft. My palm felt tingly where she had drawn on it. I looked directly into her eyes then, completely caught up in the reflection of the full moon in their liquid center.

"Ahh, there you are, little fox," the mysterious woman sighed. "Do you let your Hunter snare you this easily? Or maybe he has sent you out here as bait."

I bit my lip to hide a smile. She wasn't exactly right, but somehow, she had picked up on something. James and I had talked about this--about finding a woman I could explore with, perhaps someone we could enjoy together. But talking about it in the safety of our marriage was one thing. Actually approaching someone was another.

"I wouldn't quite put it that way. But let's just say the Hunter wouldn't mind if I found another fox to play with occasionally," I looked down from her eyes to her mouth and licked my lips. "And tonight, I want to play." My hand slid up her thigh a couple of inches and somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered what had come over me to make me so bold. Only James had seen this side of me before--this confident minx matching each flirtatious move with one of my own.

"You are a fucking vixen," she leaned toward me until her mouth was an inch from mine, "and I can't wait to see how you play." Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breath shorter and quicker than it had been. A thrill ran through me at this small sign that maybe I was having as much of an effect on her as she was on me.

The invitation couldn't be clearer. I pressed my lips to hers, tasting her gently with just the tip of my tongue and pulling away to judge her reaction. Her eyes fluttered open, the dark lashes heavy around them. "Delicious." She bit her lower lip before she kissed me back, her own tongue venturing a small lick, then another. My mouth yielded open to her exploration. Her tongue ran along my lips and darted deeper inside, tangling with my own. I caught it between my teeth and sucked it into my mouth, in and out, then released it.

I kissed her lips again and trailed tiny ones down her neck. I breathed her in; she smelled of vanilla and cardamom and spices I couldn't name. I licked the soft skin of her neck, and her moans made me wet. I felt my slick arousal like a drip of honey run down my thigh. I sucked gently along her neck toward her ear, kissing behind them and taking her earlobe into my mouth. I blew warm breath onto her glistening skin. She gasped a single word. "Fuck."

"Fuck is right," James' husky voice cut through the enchantment. I jerked back, my cheeks burning. For one mortifying instant I wished I could shrink down to the size of a mouse and scurry away. But I looked at James and waited for the swell of self-consciousness to pass. It didn't quite. And yet, I found myself reluctant to remove my hand from the woman's thigh. "What's going on out here? I got worried when you didn't come back inside."

An apology sprang to my lips, but I bit it back. Instead, I lowered my chin and looked up at him through my lashes. "It took you long enough to come find me! A fox can get into quite a snare, you know." I darted a quick glance at the woman and slid my hand further up her thigh.

"I see that. Though I must say, you don't look too distressed at being caught. It makes me wonder who really fell into the trap here." James looked amused, but he gave me a quizzical look.

"That's the thing about foxes. In my experience they are only caught when they want to be," purred the woman beside me. She twitched a curl of my hair away from my face and kissed my cheek, just catching the corner of my mouth. A warm flush crept up my neck and I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in her again. Damn, James, why couldn't you have waited a few more minutes to come looking for me? I thought, only half serious.

James must have recognized the look of desire on my face because he took a step back toward the house party. "Don't let me stop you." His mouth quirked up on one side. "In fact, that's the last thing I'd want to do."

The woman shifted over, making room on the swing. "We were just getting started. But you're welcome to join us," her voice was low, hypnotic. The swirl of design she had drawn on my palm earlier glowed warm again. James turned to me, trying to read what I wanted.

For once, I didn't hesitate or second guess. "Stay," I grabbed his hand. "I want you here. I want this. All of this." I drew him down to kiss his mouth and then turned to kiss hers. He was like rum and coke, she was like mulled cider.

He slipped next to me on the swing, his chest pressed up to my back, solid. My kisses melted into hers, yielding. Her hands trailed along the fur lining at my breasts as our tongues tangled and roamed. James lifted my hair and kissed me on the back of the neck, under the ear, along my jaw. Then the woman kissed James, slow and deep. I thought my heart might stop; it was so sexy. His arms wrapped around me as their kiss deepened.

"Oh, fuck," I groaned as I kissed her neck and ear. She moaned as I suckled at her neck and down to the soft mounds of her breasts which were barely covered by her peasant top. Drawing small circles with my tongue across her skin, I teased and caressed. I dipped my tongue under the edge of her blouse, stretching to reach as far as I could, moving the cloth only as far as it would give. Moaning into James's mouth as he kissed her, she grasped the back of my head and strained her breasts up toward me. The power my touch had on her unleashed something in me.

Desperate little slut, aren't you? I want to make you beg me for more. I thought, surprising even myself with the aggressiveness.

"Mmmm. Uh, huh... yes," she moaned in agonized encouragement. I tugged the bow of her shirt with my teeth, untying it. The taut material fell loose. My hungry mouth returned to her breasts and sought out the pebble of nipple beneath the thin cotton. I drew it into my mouth and heard her gasp, "Oh, god!"

Like we had choreographed it, James slid down off the swing and knelt beside us as the woman and I rose up on our knees, facing one another. Both of her hands slid to my ass and squeezed as I cupped her face with my hands and delved my tongue inside her mouth. I felt James' hand slide under my short skirt. His fingers soon found the rivulets of slick arousal there. "Fuck me, you're wet," he groaned. "And naughty girl, you're not wearing any panties."

My eyes met his, the woman's full breast deep in my mouth. I drew back slowly, letting her nipple release with a satisfying "pop."

"You only catch a fox when she wants to be caught," I whispered in his ear.

James looked at the bewitching woman beside me. Her exposed breasts shone white in the moonlight. "Come see what a sly one this little slut is," he invited her.

She pulled the hem of my mini skirt up over my ass and grabbed my bare cheeks. Her hands slid down even further, the tips of them seeking the wet crevice between my legs. She bit her lip and half closed her eyes. "Damn, love, you're going to make me come undone."

Who was the hunter and who was the prey? I laughed to myself. Never had I felt so seductive. The power was heady. But everything was clear. I knew exactly what I wanted, and I was no longer afraid to ask for it.

I pulled the tight dress up to my waist and over my head. Shaking out my curls, I smiled wickedly. I perched on the back of the swing, feet planted wide on the seat, arms outstretched holding the chains. Glorious. Free. Bare in the moonlight. A houseful of people partying just a few feet away.

"Taste me."

And they did. Oh, how they did. Teasing tongues and exploring fingers. Hands caressing my skin, teeth gently pulling my nipples, my clit, my earlobes. Dark-lashed eyes locked with mine from between my thighs as she lapped and lapped until my calves quivered and my back arched. James kissed along my neck and jawline as she swirled wet circles on my clit. "Yes, darlin," he encouraged. And I could feel that he was stroking himself.

My body tensed as the pleasure drew toward my climax. My hips thrust and my head fell back. I grabbed her head to hold her flicking tongue right where I most wanted it. James' fingers inside gave a place for the pulsing of my pussy to squeeze and grab hold. He rolled my nipple in his mouth and sucked hard on my breast. I shook, clinging to the chains of the swing to steady me lest I shatter into pieces as the waves crescendoed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I cried as my orgasm peaked. The woman slowed her movements, gentling her tongue as my body wrenched away in sensitivity. Small aftershocks rocked me gently.

The world, which I had completely lost connection with, returned to my awareness--the coolness of the autumn air, the faint laughter and music of the party inside, the grooved feel of the wood swing beneath my feet. I sank down from my perch, one leg over James's lap and one over the woman's, both caressing the wet lips of my pussy with gentle hands, both burying their faces in my neck. My palm, faintly tingling still where the mysterious woman had drawn on it, rested on her cheek and my other hand was on the hard swell of cock under James' camo.

"Your enchantment turned me into a powerful sex-goddess," I marveled, looking at the fading silver rune. "How long will it last?"

"Enchantment?" the enigmatic woman looked quizzical. "Hardly that. The sex-goddess was always there, love. She only needed permission to be. All my little spell did was hush the world around you--and the voice in your head that kept telling you to hold back--so she could step forward." She traced the design on my palm with her finger again making the silvery glow brighten again.

"Whatever you did, darlin', I hope you do it again," James' grin was ear to ear and his cock twitched.

"You can summon that feeling whenever you want," the woman said. "Now you know what freedom feels like."

"I hope so. But maybe I should practice a little more now," I said coyly. I unzipped James' pants with one hand and drew the woman closer with the other. It was time to see how much pleasure this little fox could give her two eager playmates.

With the party a distant blur of music and voices just behind us in the house, the Hunter and the Enchantress discovered just how much trouble this little Fox could get into.