Ranger Jo Nabs Herself a Trespasser

Rattled and aggravated from bumping over every rock on this godforsaken mountain, I pull into a gravel lot, wrestling the gear shift of my ranger truck into park and jamming up the e-brake. The incline here isn't much, but the old rust bucket they assigned to me has a tendency to wander.

I grab my notebook and double-check the coordinates given to me by dispatch. One of our fire tower girls spotted someone in the restricted area, but I'll need to do some quick calculations before I make my approach. My pen taps along my bottom lip as I ponder. It took me roughly thirty minutes to drive out here, and according to the last reported sighting, the trespasser should be due west by the time I make the ascent. I pull a hair tie from the breast pocket on my olive green uniform shirt and knot my greying hair in a messy bun at the nape of my neck. Petite all my life, trail patrols were never an issue until I was injured last year. My knee hasn't quite been the same since, requiring a brace, and tolerating less and less activity.

I reach across the bench seat to grab my pack. Quickly checking my radio for signal, I pop the truck's door handle, and hop out. Charcoal grey stones scrape underneath the rubber soles of my hiking boots. I wince as the shockwave travels through my knees, and my breath condenses into a fine mist in the air. The steel door slams shut with some help from gravity, and my pack is flung across my shoulder blades before I cinch my utility belt. In my fifteen seasons out here, I've learned that having three items will solve pretty much any issue: a working radio, a sharpened hatchet, and a can of bear spray. Satisfied with my preparedness, I head up the trail.

The restricted zone includes a few dozen acres around an alpine lake that sits ten thousand feet above sea level. Back in the spring, a researcher identified some high-altitude bacterioplankton that sparked raucous debate, closing off the area to recreation until further notice. We hadn't received a single call about it, which has been my preference lately. Less calls means less altercations. Nobody enjoys being corralled by a ranger, but my interactions are rarely violent, and most of them don't warrant this bristled demeanor. I tell myself that it's just the pain.

I try my best to calm down, but my frustration only increases as I begin trudge up the steepest section. By the time I spot the figure, I'm about ready to throw my hatchet first and ask questions later. Too far away from them to do either, I dig, aging muscles doing their best to keep up with the spry hiker.

With great effort, I clear the grassy meadow, my boots starting to crunch loudly along the now-gravel trail. The trespasser is heading deeper into the restricted zone. Gigantic glacial boulders dot the landscape here, set strangely far away from one another. Standalone and eternal, the grey masses make me feel very small all of a sudden.

I shake away the wonderment as I catch up to the hiker. Whether they heard the sound of my huffing or the crash of stones underfoot is unclear, but they stop, turning back towards me. It's a man, barely in his twenty's. A mop of brown hair sticks out at all angles from beneath a grey beanie; dark blue eyes cut through his otherwise indifferent demeanor.

"Are you- aware - that you- are in- a restricted zone?" I ask between deep breaths.

"I come out here all the time," he shrugs, meeting my glare hesitantly.

I can only stare at him, unsure what else I expected to hear. With an exaggerated exhale, I lay my fingers across my radio, a clear sign of intimidation. Only one of us has the power here, and it sure isn't him. "Restricted zone," I repeat, leaning into the unsteady space between commanding and negotiating.

I watch cautiously as the hiker snakes one lanky arm out of the strap on his backpack, letting the canvas sack fall gently to the ground. He opens the top compartment and produces a folded paper, handing it to me.

His eyes linger on my chest a little too long. *Is he checking me out? No, he can't be...*

I only read his paperwork to learn his name, knowing damn well that he doesn't have the necessary clearance. "You're not hearing me... Levi. This is a restricted zone. You can't be here."

"Paper says I can," he points at the document in my hand.

"These are general entrance papers. You need a special research permit to be out here," I say, gesturing to the area around the lake. My tone is becoming sharper, less understanding. "Look, I'll ask you one last time before this turns ugly: are you going to follow me back to the parking lot, or do I need to arrest you?"

"Arrest me? You people can't make arrests," he scoffs, taking a noticeable step backwards.

"I look forward to seeing the look on your face when you find out," I shake my head, pulling my radio from the plastic case on my belt.

Mid-swing, my arm is caught in the air. Levi's hand closes around my wrist. He's a lot stronger than he looks. "Adding assault on a wildlife officer, huh? Very smart." I meet his eyes with a challenging glare. My head is tilted down, barely peeking past the brim of my ranger hat. I can see that he's terrified. He's doing all he can to force a steady expression, but the sweat that beads at his brow and the quivering of his outstretched arm gives away the truth.

"Look, I had no idea. Just... please. I can't have this on my record," Levi speaks slowly, trying to fake his calmness.

"Take your hand off me," I warn.

Levi's eyebrows crease with worry. Shaggy lengths of his hair flit as he frantically looks back and forth between my confined wrist and my furious expression. The heat behind my ears begins to spread across my shoulders and down my chest. My mind doesn't know what to do with the sensations. I feel the electricity surging through my muscles, perking my nipples and tightening my abs. Intrusive thoughts come in lewd and unsolicited. I can't help but imagine what this man might look like on his knees, what his skin might taste like, how his cock might feel betwe-

"Levi... you're trespassing, simple as that. Once you decide you'd like to keep that hand," I look towards his grip on my wrist, "I can radio in and tell my team that you're in compliance. Otherwise, I can send the distress signal and have you on a bus to federal court within the hour."

His hand flies backwards, gluing itself to his side. I take a mental note of how quickly he's willing to take orders. His voice shakes. "Compliance, Ma'am. Nothing but compliance."

"Good, but that's the last time you say Ma'am. Call me Jo."

"Y- yes Jo..." he watches me carefully, sensing the obvious change in my tone.

"That's a fine grip you have there, Levi. Ever considered a future in the backcountry?" he shakes his head, and I sigh. "Shame. Could use more strong men like you out here."

I pull the radio up to my mouth, pressing the talk button, and call to the fire tower. "Tower 3, come in." I maintain eye contact with my charge while I await a response. He's almost shaking with worry. *Fuck... he's cute when he's scared.*

"Go for Tower 3."

I look Levi up and down one last time before I radio my response, "Trespasser secured and compliant."

"10-4."

Levi begins to breathe again. His relief is immediately palpable, and wholly unwelcome. "Make one wrong move and we'll be right back to square one," I say, clicking my radio back into my belt. He nods enthusiastically. "Follow me."

I turn around, heading back towards the meadow. Behind me, Levi picks up his pack and starts to shuffle down the trail. We pass boulder after boulder, and my mind starts to conjure up filthier and filthier images with each one. I think about all the time I've spent at this job, and how much compliance I've had to both demand and perform. I've been the perfect worker, the perfect citizen, always making sure things go smoothly for everyone else. Maybe, just this once, I can reap the benefits of someone else's compliance. I pick out a boulder at the tree line, leaving the worn-down trail to get to it.

Levi follows my footsteps exactly. He's so focused on keeping up with me, that he skids to a stop when I do. At the chosen rock, I let my pack hit the ground, then turn around, meeting him face to face.

"Have you ever tasted a woman, Levi?" I bring my hands up to my neck, popping the top button of my work shirt.

"Uh..." he takes a small step backwards. His palms search for something to grab on to, only flailing aimlessly in the air.

I pop the next two buttons, letting him see my fully uncovered breasts. I haven't bothered wearing a bra since the 90's, and my skin isn't as tight or tan as it once was, but he doesn't seem to mind. His eyes settle on one nipple, then the next. "I've, uh... my ex never let me..."

"Get down on your knees, Levi," I wait for him to meet my eyes.

"Wait, Jo, you're..."

"Ordering you to get on your knees," I hesitate on the next button, awaiting his next move. Panic crosses his face, and I see him scanning to the left and right. I decide to remind him what's at stake if he decides to run, tapping the call button on my radio. The beep snaps his attention back to my beltline, right where I want it. "Thaaat's better," I tease. I pop the rest of the buttons and toss the garment over my shoulder. "Knees. Now."

Levi drops to the ground, surrendering. He pulls off his beanie, wringing it nervously in his hands.

"Good boy. Now, if I put my radio over here, are you going to behave?" I wait for him to nod, then begin pulling off my utility belt. I pop the buckle, continuing to the button and zipper on my trail pants. The weight of my hatchet and radio pull the fabric down my thighs, exposing my untrimmed bush. I haven't worn panties since the 90's either. I pull my pants off my ankles one at a time before setting them on the rock, close enough to reach easily. I look back down at Levi, wearing nothing but my ranger hat and hiking boots.

His shoulders are slumped, his lips parted, and his eyes wide with wonder. It's been years since I've watched a man balk at my nudity, and I fucking love it. My body reacts all at once. My nipples tighten and my pussy pulses, both begging to be touched.

I lean back against the rock, unable to deny myself any longer. One hand moves to my chest while the other slides between my thighs. I squeeze and massage both of my breasts, transferring my grip from one to the other as they demand my attention.

Levi's eyes are squarely fixated on my pussy. I press a finger inside myself, rubbing back and forth. His face becomes a grimace, clearly being shown something he'd never seen before. I finger myself, moaning softly with the pleasure, then bring my finger from my center up to my lips. His eyes follow the sight of my wetness and his jaw drops open slightly as I taste myself. I drag my pussy juices across my tongue and suck my finger clean before moving my hand back down. "Your turn," I sigh, sliding back inside myself.

My finger comes out wetter than before, and I reach down to Levi. His lips are already parted, and he makes no attempts to stop me. I slide my digit over his bottom lip, rolling it on his tongue and pushing as deep as I can. His gaze becomes almost angry as he accepts my intrusion, but the expression makes my clit throb.

"Do you like the way I taste, Levi?" I ask him, finger still pinning down his tongue. He responds by closing his lips around my digit. "Oh, fuck..." I squeak. "Do you want more?"

"Mmhmm," he hums.

"Will you be a good boy for me?" I pull my finger from his lips.

"Yes, Jo. Compliance," he shuffles forward on his knees, bringing his mouth perfectly close to my center. He leans in, and my breathing gets faster in acute anticipation of his touch. I widen my stance, pressing my bare ass into the granite stone.

I feel his warm tongue on me, but he moves too slowly, and with nowhere near the level of commitment I need right now. I try grinding my pussy against his face, but he freezes, unsure what to do with the movement. "Levi," I coax, running my fingers through his hair. He looks up at me. "Like this," I stick my tongue out. He protrudes his a bit deeper into me, but I know he can do better. "Aaaaah," I stretch my tongue, exaggerating my request. His eyebrows dip in frustration, but he does as he's told. I feel his thick, warm tongue at my opening and my thighs tighten on their own. "Yeah... that's it."

My grip on his curls tightens, and my other hand finds the back of his neck. I tilt his head back, forcing his chin deeper between my thighs. My body starts to take over. I use Levi's face to my liking, grinding into his outstretched tongue, pausing an extra second every time he touches my clit. I feel the vibrations of his voice as he protests and the sucking of air as the seal between his mouth and my pussy is broken repeatedly with my movements.

I don't want to stop. I want to grind into him harder, cut off his air, force his tongue deeper inside me, but I release his head. I untangle my fingers from his hair and release the pressure behind his skull, pressing my palms into the stone. Levi pulls back immediately, regaining his breath. He stares up at me, pussy juice covering his mouth. Pursing his lips, he whistles one long tone.

"I see. You liked that, didn't you?" I sigh, rolling my hips in a figure eight. He nods, muscles tensing at the show, legs shuffling underneath him. As he tries to get up, I snap my fingers again. "Stay. I'm nowhere close to cumming," I bring my bad knee up, finding a flat spot for my heel to rest, and lessening the stress on my injury. Cool mountain air caresses my folds as I let my pussy open wide for Levi.

"Damn..." he sighs. The tone makes me clench, and the reaction of my body registers on his face. He stares into my pussy, eyes moving up and down, squinting and relaxing as he takes in the sight of a real woman, fully exposed for him. A shaky hand reaches out, fingers extended. He lays them gingerly on my sex, pressing into my labia without much intention. He wiggles them oddly, slipping his index finger between my pussy lips. He starts sliding it down.

"Wrong way, trespasser," I groan. Levi pulls back, giving me an annoyed glare. I add, "Clit is up north."

"I thought..." he starts.

"Small circles,' I demonstrate on my nipple, rolling my fingertip over it the way I want him to roll his on my clit. He slides his index finger up the front of my slit and I nod as he gets closer. When his fingertip brushes my clit, I inhale sharply. "Ooh, right there!"

I see a grin cross his face - the first sign of enjoyment. His fingertip presses onto my clit, and he starts rolling it in circles. "Like this, Jo?"

"Yes... but, lighter... and a little slower," I focus on remaining still, giving him a moment to figure it out. His finger slows, deepening the circles. "Yeah... That's it, don't stop," I start to breathe heavily, each roll across my clit bringing a soft moan. "Can you do that with your tongue, Levi?" His tongue replaces his fingertip in a second. "Oh, fuck! Good boy," I whine. He chuckles, but my body is frothing for release, the words coming out of me faster than I can think them. "Mmm, that's good, Levi. Now, finger fuck me while you grind that tongue on my clit." He obeys, forcing a finger inside me a little rougher than expected. "Yes, more!" My words do nothing to soften the next intrusion, but the stretch is too good. His fingers push into me hard, overpowering the soft twirling around my clit. "Dammit! Levi! Look here," I demand.

He lifts his chin for a moment, and I move my fingers in the air as demonstration. "Not this..." I thrust them back and forth, mimicking his current actions, "... you gotta curl them up on the other side of the clit," I bend my knuckles, showing him how to stroke the inside of my pussy. He watches me for a moment, and then I feel his fingers making the motion inside me. "Yes! Oh, do that again!" I gasp, taking another errant handful of his hair and pulling his mouth back towards my swollen clit. He begins to press over and over against my g-spot and his lips surround my clit instinctively, sucking and licking it. "Yes! Oh, fuck yes!" I feel the pressure building in the back of my head and my hands scrape at the boulder I'm pressed up against. "Finger me harder, Levi! I'm so close!"

He mumbles something indiscernible, but he starts fucking me harder with his strong fingers, practically pulling me off the rock. "Yes, yes, yes..." I feel my orgasm ripping from my core, pulsing in huge, fiery ripples. "Holy fuck! I'm cumming!" My back arches, bringing my shoulders against the cold stone. I scream and moan through the pleasure, squeezing Levi's fingers at the knuckle and gushing down his arm. I feel his tongue leave my clit, lapping at my pussy lips, valiantly trying to swallow my fluids. I caress his head as my climax subsides, moans softening into loud breaths. "Pull... out... slowly."

His eyebrows crunch in worry again, and he looks back towards my center. Every motion is overstimulating, and I gasp and moan as he removes his fingers. It takes a moment to collect myself, body sprawled across the rock, breasts heaving, my exhales visible as dewy clouds that dissipate into the afternoon breeze. I feel like every ounce of strength has left my body, unable to do anything but breathe... and drip.

Levi stands, hovering over me. "You okay there, Jo? Girls usually don't fall over after I fuck them."

"I'm not exactly a girl anymore," I sigh, smiling at him, "and you might have a few more like this if you remember our lessons."

"Yeah, I don't think I'll be forgetting any of this," he sighs, adjusting his dick in his pants. "But, um... can I leave?"

I nod, and respond, "Yes, trespasser, you're free to go. Dispatch will appreciate your compliance." With that, he picks up his pack, and heads down the trail. I lay my head back on the rock, giving my body every second to bask in the afterglow. I don't even remember why I was so pissed off earlier.