By Debora Myers


The spring air is warm and sweet. I stand near the peak of a
magnificent mountain. I am stopping to rest at a little vista and
take in the spectacular view of the verdant valley below me. As I
shrug off my pack I take a deep breath, enjoying the piney aroma
as it fills my chest.

I hear someone approaching while sitting on a rock at the
trail-side. My heart pounds as my mind races as to who or what
was crunching toward me up the trail. I freeze for a few seconds
that seem like an eternity. I sigh in relief to see a tall manly
form making his way up the trail towards me. It's the attractive
young ranger I checked in with that morning. I made sure to let
the park officials know my hiking route and time I should return
to ensure my safety.

I feel the blood rush to my face, as I observe again just how
well favored this forest man is. "Hello, I'm surprised to see you
out this far. What brings you up here?" I ask. " I came to warn
you that a huge thunder storm is barreling over the mountain. We
need to take cover and quickly. Four people were killed by
lightening strikes last summer." "We need to hurry Ms. Ramon.
Follow me, we don't have time to return to the ranger station.
There is an abandoned cabin nearby."

As I follow him down the trail, I can't help but notice his
strong muscular legs and wide shoulders. My pulse quickens and I
feel my blood heat as I try to contain my obvious excitement. We
continue at a nimble pace and arrive at the cabin, just as the
first torrents of rain blow in. We are soaked to the skin, and
dripping wet. He attempts to open the door but it is locked
tight. I make my way to a side window. "Give me a boost, I can
crawl in through here, I call."

I notice a glimmer of interest in his eyes as I motion him
towards me with my hand. He clasps his hands together and offers
them as a step- ladder. I step up to the window and feel the
warmth of his hand at the small of my back to steady me once I
make it to the sill. Sexy ideas flood my mind and heat shoots
throughout my body as I make my way to the cabin door and lift
the latch. He enters and the wind catches the door and slams it
closed. My eyes adjust to the darkness as I rummage around the
cabin; I am delighted to see that my ranger has already started a
lovely fire in the old stone fireplace.

Following my body's lead, damp and shivering, I start to strip
off my drenched clothing in front of the now roaring fire. The
sexual tension in the cabin builds inseparable with the elements,
which push me closer to my true instinctive nature. Leaning
closer to the fire I comb my hair out with my fingers. I feel him
draw nearer, and tingle from head to toe knowing that I am
successfully enticing him toward me. He hesitates, waiting for my
signal. I turn to face him with my backside to the fire. The
storm continues to rage around us and I know it is now or never.

He never hesitates. All it takes is a long, permeating look to
establish what we both hoped for. His eyes are affixed to mine. I
reach for his khaki shirt and tentatively start to unbutton it.
His chest rises and falls faster and faster as I make my way from
his adams apple to his fly. His eyes ignite with a carnal fire.
He removes his shirt and drapes it over a chair to dry.

"You're obviously thinking what I'm thinking and as a Park
Ranger, I'm always prepared." He reaches in his pack and pulls
out an emergency thermal blanket and wraps it around my
shoulders. As I gather the crinkly space age blanket around me I
hold my breath as he slides out of his pants and stands next to
me, drying his glorious body at the fireside.

I let the blanket fall to the floor, directly focusing on his
gaze. I watch his eyes hungrily take in what I am offering. "How
prepared are you for this? I'd like to thank you for rescuing
me." Without saying another word I move, full steam ahead to make
my way with this gorgeous man. He looks like a puppy, big soft
eyes of disbelief at his incredible good fortune. He turns and
rummages through his pack again, producing a roughrider condom.

Now I'm the one who feels incredibly lucky, realizing we can go
for it with no holding back. I surprise myself at how easy I slip
into the naughty girl routine. But now, I am ready to let go and
do what feels natural and right for the moment. I tear off my bra
and throw it to the floor. He becomes stark naked in the
firelight before me. His muscles are taught and ready. I pull the
table closer to the fire and attempt to climb upon it, not
wanting to make love on the cold, dirty floor.

I have one leg up and feel his hand grasp my thigh. He pushes my
hair aside and kisses the back of my neck and nibbles my earlobe
as he presses up against me. I am still a little apprehensive,
but considering I am ready to climb up on the table I laugh at
myself out loud. He strokes my hair and continues kissing me,
starting at my neck and working his way down to my butt.

He gives me a sharp smack, and I squeal with surprise and
excitation. He takes my hands in his and reaches around to kiss
me. His tongue searches my mouth, kissing me with the same force
as the storm raging outside. While pushing my body against his, I
reach my arms behind him and pull myself up from his shoulders.
He moans out loud, picks me up off the ground and sets me on the
table in front of him.

He spreads my legs with his strong hands and moves in. Grabbing
me up he takes complete control, carrying me over against the
wall near the fireplace. Heated with passion we both are pulled
into a frenzied, steamy state of abandon. The firelight shines
against his statuesque figure and handsome face as he sets me
down just long enough to give me an excellent view of his rock
hard manliness while he rolls on his sheath. My eyes now widen at
the magnificent sight of him. I am so ready as he embraces me and
lifts me up, bracing my back against the wall and rubs me lustily
until I cry out for him to cross the threshold.

He thrusts into my wet-nest with an onrush of power. My legs are
entwined tightly around him, and my urgency takes over as he
fills me completely. I am so hot, so full of him I rotate and
rock my hips until the rhythm brings me to a climax. I release my
leg hold and he gently lets me stand without drawing out. He
makes love to me slowly at first, moving with confidence he makes
sure to bring me off many times over.

My legs are shaking and I must change position so I move to the
table and bend over, he wastes no time and while squeezing my
breast he enters me again. We rock and roll with the storm; the
thunder crashes while I come repeatedly to his unrelentless
thrusting. As I begin to power down he holds back no more and
pushes into me with such force that the table and I are propelled
to the other end of the room, where he explodes in a roaring

Breathless and speechless we lean on the table to gather our
senses. I eventually turn to see a very happy and satisfied
public servant. He smiles a wry smile. "Thank you for saving me,
sir, over and over again!"

"It was my pleasure Ms. Ramon. I am here to protect and serve!"

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