Part of the joy of being a vixen is the constant reality that anything can happen at any time. I have the freedom to fully embrace the unexpected. As seen in many of my other stories, this often leads to incredibly erotic encounters. The freedom to experience life without sexual limitations also leads to other kinds of moments; sweet, fun, flirtatious moments. Here is one such story that always brings a smile to my lips when I think back on it.
His name was Ben. We actually met at the same conference where Romeo and I had our first encounter. I didn’t think much of Ben, busy as I was with someone else ;). Ben and I were always cordial. He was a nice guy. A bit of a class-clown. Always fun to be around. Again, I didn’t think much about him until we ended up at another work conference, together.
It was nice to see a familiar face. He thought so, as well. So, we teamed up throughout most of the activities.
It was nearing the end of the week, the conference organizers had prepared an afternoon scavenger hunt to get us all out of the cramped meeting spaces. The hunt would take place in a nearby park. Naturally, Ben and I partnered up. One important thing to note: it was fucking cold! We all bundled up and headed out. I had brought me with all the appropriate outer layers – everything except gloves.
We get to the park and Ben and I trudged off down the path. When I say path, I mean barely-visible trampled foliage. There really was no distinct way to go for parts of the walk. I recommended I hold onto his jacket, as he led the way. He took my hand instead.
“Wait, where are your gloves?”
Up until that point, my hands had been safely, securely stowed away in my pockets for warmth.
Without waiting for my reply, Ben tugged off one of his own gloves. His hands were decidedly bigger than mine. I figured he was going to give it to me and I’d be walking around with one gigantic, flopping muppet hand for the rest of the hunt. Instead, he stuffed it in his pockets and took my hand in his to help guide and steady me, as we walked. All feminism aside, ladies and gentlemen, that was a very sweet gesture on his part. I accepted and off we went, hand-in-hand, picking our way through the woods.
There were times other teams would cross our way. He would let go of my hand. We’d make quick, idle chit-chat. But then once they were gone, Ben would take my hand again. His grip was firm but also gentle and warm. We talked and laughed and held hands. It was something I never would have had the opportunity to experience if my marriage had been different.
“You know, it would be very easy to do something inappropriate,” I said at one point, teasingly.
Ben looked over at me and I caught it in his eyes, the want for that ‘something more’.
“Too easy,” he replied.
We drew closer and closer together as we walked.
The final location was up a hill. The grass was frozen and slick. We made the treacherous climb no problem. Coming back down, however, I started to slip. Ben caught me. And there was our moment. Right then, in his arms. Our eyes locked. My heart raced. Just the space of a moment.
A quick aside before moving forward: Ben was a married man. It is important to understand that I absolutely have no interest in policing another person’s marriage. At the same time, I’m not interested in complicated, complex drama. Vixey is my escape, my physical fantasy. Drama aversion is a must.
So, when Ben whispered, “I’m going to get in trouble, here,” I let the moment pass. No problem. We went the rest of the way back like nothing had ever happened.
I like to remember this story for the surprise it was. Would I have fucked Ben in the woods? Probably not. I wasn’t all that attracted to him. But that doesn’t discount the thrill of the experience, the thrill of knowing that right around the corner might be the next wild erotic encounter, or deep romantic connection, or sweet subtle moment.
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