I had been stressed at my job and decided last minute to take a short solo backpacking trip to get away. I always feel better when I can get away and commune with the mountains. It was super last minute and I didn't want to bother with getting a permit or anything. Sometimes I feel like I'm above the law and like doing whatever I want. I get a sort of perverted enjoyment out of bending the rules as often as I can.
I arrive at the trailhead at the National Park in the afternoon and hike out about seven miles until I find a secluded place within walking distance of a lake. I set up my tent in what I think is an unobtrusive spot and head for a dip. Since I hadn't seen too many other people and it was hot I didn't bother with a towel. I found a secluded place on the lake and stripped down. There's nothing like the instant contact of cool alpine water flowing suddenly over my head, breasts, and nether regions. I feel renewed and stay in slightly longer than I should. Now cold, I decide to head back to camp to warm up and start dinner.
I almost stumble into him before I notice the ranger. Crap. He's seen my stuff and we both know I shouldn't be camping here. We also both know I'm naked as a jaybird. I had all my clothes in my daypack so I could dry off on the walk back. I see him turn slightly red as he takes in my glistening nudity and my cold, erect nipples. In the awkward silence I can't help but take him in as well. He is tall and fills out his ranger uniform nicely, especially... well, you know. He has dark hair under his official looking hat, a nice tan, strong arms, and capable looking hands. He's starting to bulge a little as he says,
"I don't suppose you have a permit?"
He doesn't take his eyes off me. They start to move down to my navel and continue to where I'm squirming just a little under his gaze. Fuck, I start to feel a tingling between my legs, and almost panic with the realization that I'm getting turned on by this. I've always been a bit of an exhibitionist.
"N-no..." I stammer and pause. I consider the fact that he's still looking and decide to take a risk:
"I don't suppose you could look the other way?"
"Oh!" he says and glances away. I can't help it, I giggle.
"No, I meant with the permit." I say, grinning now.
I let my daypack fall to the ground and use one arm to cover my nipples, which turns out to be a mistake. Even my own touch sends a shiver down my body, I didn't realize how turned on I actually was. What the hell was wrong with me? He noticed the movement and returned his gaze. I let my arm fall back to my side.
"I could... be persuaded." He started and took a hesitant step towards me. I noticed there was some tent action happening. This was all wrong, but I really wanted to camp here and I could not deny the sensations radiating throughout my body. I suddenly realized I was going to do this.
"I can be quit persuasive, Ranger Ryan," I said, glancing at his name tag, and also moved a little closer, close enough to notice his striking hazel eyes. He gives a lopsided grin and says,
"Why don't you show me how much you want this camp, then..." and begins to undo his buckle as he closes the gap between us.
I take the cue and get on my knees. I've never minded getting dirty. I help him with the zipper and reach to pull out his pulsating cock. It's bigger than I thought it would be and thick. I'm fully turned on at this point, and my mouth is watering as I wrap my lips around his shaft and slowly slide it out again. He moans and I allow for a quick, mischevious smile before I grasp his penis in my hand and lift it to expose his balls. His dick looks even larger in my petite hand. I glance up to make sure he's watching. His eyes are dark with pleasure.
I keep my hand on him as I slowly lick his sack and take one ball at a time into my mouth. I suck gently and let go, using my tongue to massage. He lets out another moan and grabs a handful of my hair. I move my mouth back to his cock and give the tip a lick before sliding it in as far as it will go. I hold it there at the back of my throat as long as I can, then, gagging slightly, I start to move my head in a steady rhythm, feeling his thighs take on the motion slightly. He tightens his grip on my hair, grunting with pleasure, and quickens my pace. I move faster and feel him get even harder. Suddenly, he pulls my head back and grabs himself, he cums directly into my face, I feel the warm liquid begin to trail down my nose and cheeks. I'm surprised but not upset by this. I lick a tiny bit from my lip and reach for my daypack to grab my shirt and wipe it off. Then I go to my tent and take out my sleepingbag bag, my knees need a break. When I'm done I look up and see he's removed his shirt and is stepping out of his pants. He strides to me, strong and muscular, and commands,