The Ranger at the Park
"Whoops!" exclaimed Kelsey as the heap of toilet paper rolls tumbled to the ground alongside her in the service garage. Despite being under five feet tall, her boots had misjudged the edge of the bucket upon which she stood. It was the last week of her summer job at this state park, and the day looked set for trouble: today was all about cleaning and replenishing the park's bathrooms.
Kelsey picked herself up dustily. The garage was hot and humid. Before beginning the day's work, she shook off the toilet paper rolls on the awkwardly empty floor. The temperature was already rising. Her uniform was a fail-safe olive-green pair of ranger shorts and a tan polo shirt. "Let's do this," she said with a sigh as she stood up again. She brushed away the dust from her shorts and examined the grime on her shirt. Her college degree in environmental studies had led to a job maintaining the park's bathrooms, but she did like the opportunity to visit various parts of the park.
She loaded the toilet paper rolls into the back of the utility vehicle and took one last inventory of the supplies. She strutted out the garage doors, started the cart, and drove off at a leisurely pace. The park was filled with hikers who were eager to escape the summer heat.
There were about six park restrooms scattered around the large park, so Kelsey had a chore for the day. Cleaning toilets may not be her favorite task, but the freedom of traveling between various parts of the park made the work more bearable.
At the edge of the parking lot, she spotted a hiker heading towards the trails. With headphones in his ears, he was out on his own. His shirtless, muscular body packed on thin black shorts and hiking boots, with his waistline gray with the underwear peeking over the top. Kelsey estimated his age to be around hers, possibly a year or two younger, and at least six feet tall. He turned to look at her as he noticed her cart pass by and smiled broadly.
"Damn it!" Kelsey exclaimed, as her attention slipped away from the road, narrowly avoiding a single wood post. Consumed by thoughts of the hiker, her cheeks flushed at the memory. She self-consciously checked her reflection in the rear-view mirror and laughed.
The silver lining of the morning was approaching noon, spurring her on to finish cleaning the final restroom. Filled with daydreams of the hiker, she loudly cursed him in the silence of her cart, thinking he'd seen more than enough of her.
But then she began to wonder: the hot day was perfect for a swim, and this overlook was particularly stunning. With her envy piqued, she decided stopping at the overlook for a bite of lunch was a must.
The overlook was deserted. Kelsey pulled out her lunch from the cart, climbed out of her vehicle, and hopped up on the hood to enjoy the lush green forest view beneath her. She flashed back to the image of the hiker and indulged in a daydream about being with him. Kissing his handsome chest, nuzzling his tight torso, and riding with him would be perfection.
Her daydream brought her arousal. Soon, she looked towards the road. "Would he turn to group therapy if he wasn't busy being this attractive?" Kelsey thought.
Not going to let her daydream about this hot hiker fade, Kelsey packed her lunch box and drove to the lake at the overlook. She felt it would be unprofessional to take a dive in her uniform. She dismissed any concern about the noise her car made, knowing no one was around to hear her. After parking, she stepped out of the vehicle and walked along the path leading to the lake. Then she stood there in awe facing the clear blue expanse of water. Her mind was full of fantasies about the hiker's body, just like the lake was full of cold water that called to her.
"Why haven't I noticed how beautiful this place is before?" Kelsey asked herself.
Feeling in need of a refreshing swim before she could rejoin the park duties, she
... "and so the beautiful place metamorphosed into a hotbed of desire. I felt like a fly on the wall of my own daydreams..."
As she lounged at the lake's edge surrounded by nature, she imagined being in the hiker's bed. Even though she knew they were in different circumstances now, Kelsey could not stop herself from laying in his bed and caressing his chest. She visualized his strong pelvis as she raised her hips to ride him.
Her reverie was interrupted with the sound of laughter. "There's nothing like the power of daydreams," she whispered to herself. Chemicals flew through her veins, making her hot and eager.
"Would he be slow or rough, keep it gentle or give it hard? Would he become my craving or would I be just another conquest?" Kelsey pictured him taking initiative and letting his fingers roam over her bust as she kissed his pecs. Succumbing to the temptation, she beckoned him over. Her voice was sultry and vivacious.
He approached and stood before her with a smile on his face, their mutual attraction exposing both of their lust. He leaned in and softly caressed her cheek. With one light kiss, he entranced her completely; just as the lake sunset had dazzled her. They gazed into each other's eyes, sharing that special connection as their lips engaged in a gentle dance.
Back in her car, Kelsey's world was divided between reality and a daydream, the hot hiker and her mundane job. "Oh, what a life," she remarked, lost in thought down the road.
After fulfilling her cleaning and restocking duty, this would be Kelsey's day.
"No more secrets. From here on out, I won't let anything dampen my newfound passion." She felt exhilarated with the realization of her fantasies, and in that instant, a fresh deep breath of self-acceptance entered her mind. "Life's turning out to be awfully nice."
Kelsey's attention was grabbed by the crackling sound of her boss's radio nearby. It was a signal that he wanted a progress update. She suddenly remembered her hands were rubbing in front of her shorts. She looked around quickly, relieved to find herself alone. She quickly brushed off the unfortunate incident and attended to her call, tossing any remaining lunch scraps into the cart.
She set her sights on the park's final dingy bathroom, determined to reach it as soon as possible to get out of the heat and into a cold shower.
Her destination was a little-used bathroom at the end of a trail behind the park. It was in poor condition, with a sagging wooden roof where spiderwebs dangled from the eaves and overgrown trees brushed up against the walls. A limited amount of sunlight reached through the trees because of the thick forest canopy.
Kelsey had never seen anyone in this bathroom before. She took a quick glance around to make sure no one else was around, then discarded her polo shirt. "Damn, that feels good," she sighed as she began cooling off. She stood there in her underwire bra, beads of sweat clearly visible on her chest. Her bra was soaked beneath her breasts, and she couldn't believe how much her perspiration had moisten the fabric. She left her shirt on the back of the cart and continued with her cleaning duties.
Kelsey began with the men's room. After turning on the bright overhead light, she cleaned the mirror, restocked the paper towels, and mopped the floor. She paused in the toilet stall to clean the toilet bowl while still on her knees.
The men's room's door creaked open, catching Kelsey off guard. She froze in her spot, hoping no one would catch her spying. A pair of footsteps approached the urinal, and a urine stream began. It was a sigh of relief for Kelsey. Once the stream stopped, she listened for any movement toward the stall she was hiding in. There was the sound of a hand holding a naked penis above the urinal.
As she slowly turned her head, she saw it was the same hiker who had caught her eye before. She let out a sigh of relief at the moment as the footsteps approached the sink and turned it on. But she suddenly felt uneasy when she saw the mop handle moving next to the wall it leaned on.
The sound of the mop handle hitting the floor brought Kelsey back to attention. She froze in fear as she could hear boots moving toward her. "SMACK!" The sound of the wood mop hitting the floor was deafening. She stared helplessly as a pair of hiking boots appeared. The same stranger was now standing in front of her.
"Everything okay?" He asked in a friendly manner. Kelsey's heart sank upon realizing who it was, and her mind struggled to accept the discovery.
"Yes," she whispered. Looking down, she made sure her bra was covering her.
"I didn't see you working here, maybe I interrupted," he said politely. The man offered his hand to help her up, and she let him.
"So hot today," he added, motioning to his removed shirt. Kelsey smiled and looked up. Given her current state, she felt exposed.
"I'm sorry," Kelsey began, her anxiety getting the best of her, "I didn't think..."
"Don't worry about it," he answered. "You've got a job to do." To her surprise, he quickly took out a trail map from his backpack and had Kelsey look over it to help him navigate. The initial fear had vanished, but she couldn't hide her red face or her sweat stains from her bra and shorts from his eyes.
Kelsey finally felt at ease as he took a closer look at her. "Can you help me out?" He inquired, directing her attention to the map.
"We're way over here," she said, pointing to a corner on the map. Her arms had muscles and she reached across the paper. "The parking lot is over here," she added, placing her other finger down. The hiker was standing right behind her, leaning over her shoulder as they examined the map. Excitement tingled down Kelesy's spine as she felt his breath on her neck.
"What's the best way to get back?" he enquired as he lifted an arm to scratch his head. His scent filled her nostrils, creating an intense excitement within her.
"You have two options," she stuttered, trying to remain calm. "This one here is longer but it has a stunning view." Kelesy leaned forward on the map, tracing a path to the overlook she'd visited for a meal.
"I think I've already got a stunning view," the hiker answered smoothly, bending over her. Kelesy took him in with a wild look in her eyes. Her blue gaze penetrated his. Unexpectedly, he wrapped his hands around her waist and lowered them to her hips. She gasped as he knelt behind her and buried his face into the small of her shorts. Kelesy clenched the counter and moaned, praying it wasn't a fantasy.
He moved around her and unfastened her belt and zipper, then slid her shorts down to her boots. Kelesy's purple and white striped underwear cupped her curvy butt as he placed a hand on her back to tilt her forward. She folded her arms on the sink and rested her head in them as he kissed the small of her back. His fingers traced her waistband until her panties joined her shorts. Two plump lips and delicate mounds of pubic hair greeted him. His nose slid back between her cheeks and darted his tongue over her pussy. "Oh god," Kelesy moaned. He then undid her bra, letting it fall from her shoulders.
"I still don't know your name," she said between moans.
"Ryan," the hiker mumbled, his mouth muffled by her ass.
"Fuck me, Ryan," she breathed. Halting the tongue action, he rose back up. He spat on his palm and massaged his erection until he could see it in the mirror behind Kelesy. He pulled his shorts down to reveal his hard cock. "Shit, this is exactly what I needed today," she murmured.
Ryan rocked her hips back and then thrust his body forward, impaling her. Kelesy squawked as he commenced the grinding motion of thrusting, deep into her. Her fingers clenched the sink tightly. With each movement, she felt her body envelop his impressive girth. He increased his speed, squeezing her ass, leaving red marks on her firm derriere. Drops of juice dripped down her thighs to her underwear. His movements became rapid, slapping into her and slamming against her hips.
Her legs wobbled and she placed all her weight on the sink. "Please don't stop, please," she begged. Ryan increased his speed further, bounding into Kelesy. Her tits bounced against the sink, her lips parted in ecstasy. She arched her back. Ryan stopped, pulled out of her and continued in the mirror. A stream of cum shot from his erection and coated her back. His legs shook as spurts of sperm fell to the floor.
Kelesy fell back into his arms. He helped her to the floor, keeping her in his embrace. She leaned against the wall and rested her head on the urinal as she caught her breath.
The hiker resumed his walk, putting on his pack and kneeling down to kiss Kelesy's brow before leaving her behind. Still resting on the floor, Kelesy reflected on the sexual encounter. Her exposed pussy still ached. She touched her clitoris in large circles with four fingers. Her boots shook as she reached a powerful climax.
"Ugh" she muttered to herself with a soft chuckle. She inhaled deeply and surveyed the mess in the bathroom. Kelsey slowly straightened herself up, making sure not to fall over the discarded underwear tangled around her ankles. She wiped the cum from her back with a paper towel from the sink before hoisting up her shorts and sliding on her bra.
Kelsey went back to the car to grab her shirt and cleaning items. The hiker had mysteriously disappeared. She pondered if she should have given him a lift, but he was nowhere to be seen and she needed to finish her work before her manager could start nagging. As the sun lowered in the dense forest, she continued picking up her supplies and completed cleaning the bathrooms, feeling incredibly pleased. Once done, she jumped back into the cart and raced back to the garage with the sun setting on her summer at the park.
