I'd been Basil's neighbour - and play partner - for a few months now, and I realised I needed a job. Something my mother was extremely pleased about. I hadn't told her about Basil yet - it would be difficult to explain the situation, what with him being a fox, and our balloon fun. She knew nothing of my fetish for a start, and so explaining that to her would be a little awkward.
I realise I'm going off track. So, yeah, I needed a job, and it just so happened that Basil was doing a show at a local theatre. At this point, I would've done anything to be close to him, so I applied to be an usher at the theatre.
I thought I wouldn't get it, but to my surprise, they hired me. Basil was a bit surprised when I told him. "You applied for a job at the theatre just so you could be close to me?"
I nodded.
"Well, that's very sweet, but you do know you'll have to keep the job up after my show?"
"I know," I said. "I just wanted to be near you."
"But we're together almost every day."
"Well, the job was there, so I thought I'd go for it."
"F/air enough."
Time passed until my first shift at the theatre. I was feeling nervous, not least because Basil was in the dressing room just a few metres from me. I got wet just thinking about all the fun we could have backstage. Why did he have this effect on me? It was so strange.
My job consisted of checking people's tickets and showing them to their seats. I was surprised at the amount of people that came to the show. Basil had a lot of fans - more so than I had anticipated. He was certainly very popular.
After getting to watch the show - which was brilliant, and only made me even more excited - I headed to Basil's dressing room to hang out with him, and maybe have a little balloon fun. I had brought some with me - jewel tone Q16s - my favourites.
I knocked on the dressing room door, and Basil let me in.
"Did you enjoy the show?" he asked.
"Loved it," I said.
"And what about the job? Do you like it?"
"I think so." I was bored of small talk. I knew what I wanted. I pulled the bag of Q16s out of my bag and ripped it open.
"I take it you want me to blow up a balloon for you?"
Oh, how he affected me when he said that word. I nodded and handed him the bag. Basil took a blue balloon out of the bag, and started to blow it up.
My hands as always slipped down to my panties and started to circle my clit.
He took the balloon away from his mouth for a moment. "I say, are you enjoying yourself there?"
I nodded.
The balloon was now so big, it covered the whole of Basil's face. Something about that was very erotic to me. It certainly pushed me closer to the edge.
"Would you like me to pop this one?" Basil asked.
I was torn. It was certainly a beautiful balloon, but I felt I needed the pop in order to come. I shook my head. "Do what you want."
Basil continued to blow up the balloon. I was almost at the edge. "Oh, Basil," I moaned. I kissed him, and at that moment, I came, intensely.
"I think I just…" I stammered to him.
He smiled at me, tied off the balloon, and handed it to me. "For you."
"Thank you," I said, taking the balloon. I kissed him again.
