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.
