Never doubt the power of a Witch's Circle, I know now that I never will. Let me tell you why and about what happened to me on a late afternoon in mid-spring a few years ago.
I'm an average looking guy, about average height, 5-foot 7, average build, average everything and happily married for many years. I just happen to be involved in the Renaissance Fair community. Not the large, famous Ren Fair here in Southern California, but with the smaller fairs that were springing up all around So. Cal.
There was this informal group that I often work with and we were collaborating on a project for an upcoming small Ren Fair. A few of us were supposed to visit the park where the next fair was going to be held so we could check out the site and finalize the plans for our project. I called my wife at work to let her know where I was going and to see if she wanted to meet anywhere for dinner. However she had some upcoming deadlines and would certainly be working very late, so she told me not to wait for her and just go ahead and have dinner with our group.
When I arrived at the park, I didn't see any of my people right away, but I did recognize a car as belonging to one of our ladies. I pulled up to the curb behind her little blue import and started hiking over to the fair area, looking around to try and spot them. It only took a short walk before I caught sight of the owner of the car, but she was alone. Obviously, no one else had shown up yet. Oh well, this was pretty typical of our freewheeling group.
She was easy to recognize from a distance, physically she was one of those ladies that's several pounds overweight. The type that's easily overlooked in normal clothes but was transformed by her Ren Fair garb into a saucy, buxom, lusty wench. Her extra weight was evenly distributed, giving her full hips, a slightly rounded tummy and very large, beautiful breasts. In her costume, she would usually go without a bra and cinch up the bodice nice and tight, pushing her breasts way up and showing lots and lots of splendid cleavage. This did very good things for her generous figure, attracting a lot of male attention. I had seen a few fair guests hit on her, but she usually ignored them. I didn't even know if she had a boyfriend outside of fair and I had never seen her with anyone steady at fair. She often hung around several of the guys, sharing a drink or a laugh or even the occasional kiss, but she didn't seem to be serious about anyone. Light brown eyes in a round face sprinkled with subtle, almost invisible freckles and a head of chestnut-colored hair, very straight down past her shoulder blades completed her look.
We walked around the site for a while, trying to get a feel for the layout and waiting to see if anyone else would show up. When it started to get dark, I offered to treat her to dinner since my wife was working late and I was on my own. She mentioned a pub that was popular with the renaissance crowd, which wasn't very far away and off we went in our separate cars. While dining on fish and chips, we continued to discuss the upcoming fair and skim the event newsletter.
"Look at this," she pointed at a page of the newsletter with several ads, "why are there so many Witches at the fair?"
I pulled the newsletter over to my side of the table and looked. "I never could figure that out, either. There's a bunch of stuff about Wicca in here."
"Wicca? That's a type of Witchcraft, isn't it?" She asked.
"Yeah, I think it's one kind of Witchcraft. British or something."
"I've heard a rumor that they do their rituals in the nude." She had a sly smile on her face and arched an eyebrow at me.
"I doubt it, this ad is for a open Beltane ritual at a public park." I showed her the ad. "I don't' think they'd go bare naked in a public park. I don't even like to go regimental in my kilt if the public has free access to the site."
"The date is for tonight. Want to go see it? I've never seen a Wiccan ceremony."
"We'll have to hurry, that park is a few miles away and the ad says it starts in about ten minutes."
"If they're anything like the fair, then they'll start late anyway."
I paid the bill and we hurried out to our cars.
"It'll be quicker if we go in one car." I suggested. "I'll drive."
"Okay, just let me grab my cloak out of my car." Like most renfair folk, she had a cloak along with her for warmth, even when wearing everyday clothes. So did I, a cloak makes a pretty good emergency blanket or rain gear. She tossed hers into the back seat of my car and climbed into the passenger seat.
We made good time getting to the other park, where there were several cars still left in the parking lot. We couldn't see the ritual circle from the parking lot, there was a large hedge between it and the rest of the park. I would be thankful for that hedge later. I pulled into a parking space and we both grabbed our cloaks, not only for warmth but we thought it would make us look a little more "witchy." We only saw the ritual area after walking around the end of the hedge, about two dozen people standing in a large circle. The nearly full moon clearly outlined them against the backdrop of trees. Most of them were in all black clothes, it looked like casual slacks or black jeans and tee shirts. There were a few people in renfair or gypsy type clothes, including the woman conducting the ceremony. Her assistant was one of the black jeans and tee shirt guys. Unfortunately we had arrived too late, the ceremony was already well under way and it seemed like the Priestess didn't want to interrupt the proceedings to let us in. We were effectively ignored. We spent the next half-hour standing just outside the circle, observing.
The ceremony itself was stately and full of sexual symbolism. It was a ritual celebration of the sexual union of the Goddess and God that was intended to bring fertility to the land in the spring and coming summer seasons. While the Witches weren't nude, there was definitely some sexual energy being raised, I could feel a slight stirring in my pants. Good thing I was wearing my cloak, no one would notice a slight bulge in the front of my jeans.
After the ceremony was finished and the circle broken, my friend said that she wanted to ask the Priestess some questions. She pulled me along with her into the space were the Witch's Circle had been only moments before. As we entered that space, I could feel a dramatic increase in the sexual energy. Again I was thankful for the cloak that concealed the front of my pants as I increased to about half staff. My friend gave a little gasp at the same time, but I thought she was just clearing her throat to get the attention of the Priestess. The two women chatted, while the Priestess' assistant, I assume he was the Priest, gathered up all their candles, incense and other paraphernalia to pack in their car. I just stood there listening and observing. The Priestess was petite, maybe 5 foot 2 and slender and athletic with dark brown hair and she was wearing a low-cut gypsy blouse that showed off her cleavage quite well. Even though she was by no means as generously endowed as my companion, I still enjoyed the view. Actually with all the sexual energy I was feeling, there was no way I could keep my eyes off her breasts, and this served to keep me in my halfway aroused state
They finished their chat and the Priestess dashed off to her waiting car, leaving my friend and I quite alone in the darkened park. There were very few people left in the park, and the closest were well over a hundred yards away.