We landed at Moose Creek, ID at about 10am. I had just finished high school, and although I was 18 and had a girlfriend for the last year or so, I was still quite inexperienced sexually. In fact, I still considered myself a virgin, and the extent of my experience was nothing more than heavy petting.
My girlfriend and I had professed our undying love to each other the night before I left, even though she'd never let me move beyond feeling-up her heavy tits (under the sweater but over the bra) while making out in her car in front of my folk's house. I mean, I thought I loved her. Journey's "Open Arms" was our song. I had joined and been a member of her church group and everything. If necking until our lips were chapped, painted with the electric glow of the car radio wasn't love, I didn't know what was. I swore I'd be true. I'd only be gone for a couple of weeks at the most. Besides, I was going to be on a trip with my dad and his flying buddies. If there was ever a more sure-fire scenario to not getting laid, that was a good beginning.
Once we had camp set up, we all headed toward the cluster of forest service buildings that were almost all the way down at the end of the grass airstrip. There were about 5 of us, including my dad and myself, that walked the half mile. As we came upon the buildings, I saw a forest ranger milling about a horse stall, apparently doing some cleaning up or something. She saw us approaching and greeted us all. We stopped to chat with her, but I didn't pay too much attention to the conversation, I just watched her move.
She was wearing a version of a forest service uniform: the dark work boots, the dark green pants, and a tan colored top. The green pants were cargo style, with lots of room in the leg area, but they were tight up top and hugged her ample ass beautifully. Every time she bent over or squatted, I could see the material stretch tight and hold her thighs and ass firmly. The tan colored t-shirt was tucked in and framed by a thick, dark leather belt. The shirt tented out nicely as it stretched over her rather large boobs, and I remember thinking that it appeared she wasn't wearing a bra. I'd seen women go braless that had smaller boobs and it seemed to make sense for them, but this woman's tits were very large, however they didn't flop around much when she moved. I surmised that she either had a bra that was very form fitting, or her tits were very firm. She seemed to be in her early 20's.
The conversation ended and we all walked on and continued down a short trail to the river that was nearby. As we walked, there were several comments by my dad's friends about the forest ranger, her physique, what she must be doing way out here by herself, and other comments. We eventually made our way back to our camp, and all I could think about was her. I could see her legs, ass, tits, and face playing like a slideshow on loop in my mind. My slideshow was interrupted when one of my dad's friends suggested I go up to the ranger station and ask if she had any tools. He needed a 5/16 wrench or ratchet, or maybe a crescent wrench to tighten a loose nut on his plane. They all suggested I take some chocolate chip cookies with me to trade. The cookies had been the source of a running joke. They were made by the wife of the guy who needed the wrench. There were probably two dozen homemade cookies that were in a plastic bag shopping bag, and they were all crumbled and smooshed into one giant cookie ball.
I tried to mask my excitement at the idea of talking to the woman, and I agreed to make the trek up the runway to the ranger's station. As I approached the four or five little buildings, I didn't see her outside anywhere, so I listened to see if I could tell where she might be. When I got nearer, I just hollered, "Hellooo?" and listened. I heard some movement in the largest building and then heard the door open as she called back, "Hellooo". I asked about the needed tool and offered her the big bag of cookies. She seemed to get a kick out of the cookies, and I followed her to what was a supply/work shed to look for the wrench. I enjoyed following her the short walk to the shed, the whole time I was mesmerized by her firm ample ass. She dug around for a minute and found a couple of wrenches that might work and handed them to me. I handed her the bag of cookies and we walked over and sat on a picnic table and chatted. I can't remember all the details of the conversation, but she did invite me to come back later that afternoon to return the wrenches and said that she'd have time to clean up. I remember her talking about how long she'd been posted out there in the middle of the Idaho wilderness, and although she enjoyed the work and the beauty of the location, she did get lonely at times and that it was nice to have someone to visit with.
I walked back to my camp and gave the loaner wrenches to one of the guys. My dad had asked why I was gone so long, and I told him that we had chatted for a bit and that she was going to get cleaned up for my return visit. He said, "Well, we should probably get you some balloons when we're in town". I surmised he was talking about condoms and that he and his buds were just keeping in with the hazing they were dishing out. Later, we flew into a small town to get inner tubes from a tire shop so we could float down the river by our camp. Dad and I walked to a nearby pharmacy, and he got me a pack of condoms. He said it was better to have them than not, when needed. I really didn't think it was necessary, and I certainly could have bought them on my own, but I really didn't think there was any need for them. However, I went along with it all and nervously hoped that my dad and his friends were actually onto something.
After flying back to camp and floating the river, it was getting to be late afternoon and I said I was going to take the wrenches back up the way and that I'd be back in a while. I received lots of ribbing and advice from the group then headed out.
When I walked up to the station, I could see her sitting at the same picnic bench, reading a paperback, where we had talked earlier that day. She greeted me and I sat down next to her on the table. She looked so different than before. She wore a faded red sundress that had a flower print on it. It was sleeveless and low-cut which showed me just how magnificent her breasts were. And now I could clearly see that she was not wearing a bra. Her long brown hair was slicked back from bathing and had started to dry in the summer sun. I noticed her freckled nose, cheeks, and her shoulders and chest. She said that it was the first bath she had in a few days, because it was such a laborious effort. She explained that there was no running water or electricity (aside from a generator) there, so she had to hand pump the water, then heat it up in buckets over a propane burner. She commented on her dress and how it had been so long since she'd worn it and I remember seeing a quarter sized hole in the side of her dress at the seam on the side. I teased her about it and poked her white flesh there playfully, which was quite the bold move for me. We talked about her lonely life out there, she asked if I wanted to see the rest of the station, and then led me to what I discovered was her bunkhouse.
It was small, with a modest bed, desk, and dresser-nothing else. There were two windows with light colored curtains that hung over the open windows, and the summer afternoon air flowed in softly. We sat on her bed, the only place to sit in the small room, and then there was a long pause.
She broke the silence with, "Would you like to kiss me?"
I nearly had a heart attack! "Yes, I would. Please," I chuckled shyly. We turned in towards each other and our lips met. Her lips were soft and pillowy and I could taste some kind of lip gloss or Chapstick. Her spit was sweet and I was immediately intoxicated by her warm breath and her scent.
We kissed for long stretches at a time, just like I'd done with my girlfriend back home, alternating between soft and sensual to messy and animalistic. She put her hand on my cock and started squeezing it through my jeans. This was new territory for me now, but I reached up and started squeezing her heavy breasts and tweaking the nipples. We laid back next to each other on the small bed and took turns fondling each other over our clothes. She pulled her dress up over her head and off leaving nothing but her modest tan panties on. She asked if I wanted to take off my jeans. I said, "Sure!", trying not to sound too eager, I stood up to take them off. I took off my shirt and then took off my shoes and jeans. While I was taking off my pants she asked if I had any condoms! "Actually, yeah, I do", I said as I pulled out the small box from my pocket. I told her how it was my dad's idea that we get some when we were in town. She giggled at the thought of it all, then pulled me close to the bed where she was sitting up.
She reached behind me and pulled my ass toward her, and used the other hand to guide my erect cock into her mouth. This was my first blowjob, and the sensations were foreign, but amazing. I liked watching my cock disappear between her full lips in the dimming light and reaching down I could fondle her boobs. I especially liked it when she would pull my cock from her mouth with a pop and look and me and smile, then tap my cock on her tongue before taking me into her mouth again. The best part, however, was how she would take me as deep as I assume she could go, then pull my cock out with a long shiny saliva string attached. She'd then rub my cock on her face, all over, and I could hear her breathing in my scent. She was really relishing my cock in all its glory, and it was so fucking sexy.
She pulled me down onto the bed on top of her and we just grinded our parts on each other for a while. I looked down and could see pre-cum leaving a glistening trail through her full bush and up her belly. She asked if I would like to fuck her now, and I said that "I'd love to, but I might need some guidance."
"Are you a virgin, I mean, have you done this before?", she asked.
"Not really," I confessed, "I tried before but it didn't really work out", I said. I told her about the time I hooked up with a girl (who was actually a friend of my current girlfriend) who tried to fuck me in the back of her parent's pick-up truck. She was a virgin too, and unfortunately, it was a painful experience for her and I wasn't even sure I got my dick inside of her. I told her it was like trying to push my dick through a warm steak, which elicited some laughter from her. So, as far as I was concerned, I was a virgin because I wasn't even sure "my cock made it in her".
