A Ranger

It was a park ranger, simply dressed in browns and blues. He held the trademark hat of the office in his hand as he looked out over the lake.

Her panic started to ebb away at last. This wasn't the delivery man of her nightmares or some random stranger, but someone who would actually want to help her. Rangers were always friendly on television and for the first time in hours, Vanessa allowed herself a glimmer of hope.

She cleared her throat and looked out from behind the tree.

"Ummm- sir? Mister Park Ranger, sir?"

He turned with a start, caught off-guard slightly by the small voice. What he saw was a young girl who looked terrified, her hair unkempt and face beyond red.

As for him, Vanessa finally got a look at the man who she desperately hoped would prove her savior. He was tall, balding, barrel-chested, with massive hands, and cheeks hidden by an orange beard. His concerned eyes were fixed on her frightened ones and Vanessa couldn't help but find him handsome, though that could just be from his presumed role in her salvation.

"Hullo, miss. My name is Russel and I'm with the park service, are you alright?"

At first she didn't how to answer, but finally the strength came to her.

"Not really Mister Park Ranger...uh, Russel, I'm really scared. I didn't mean to come camping...but I had to, I'm sorry. Am I in trouble?"

He frowned.

"Well miss, I sure hope not. We heard reports of someone driving out here and well miss, the park might be open to the public but there've been some weird sightings out here. The station figured they should send somebody out and let you know. And that's me. Although I have to ask miss, why did you leave your camp and car unattended?"

There was certainly something accusatory with his tone, but Vanessa really didn't care. So far he was everything she had hoped: just a helpful park ranger who was here to help. But she was still embarrassed to go into why exactly she had come out here, so she just said-

"Well...I had some scary stuff happen back home. And I used to come out here when I was a kid, so...I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else when you drove up".

Her tone was more panicked than she probably intended and the park ranger wasn't deaf to it.

"What's your name, miss?"

Vanessa swallowed some of her fear and answered.

"Vanessa".

"Well miss, why don't you come out from behind that tree and we can talk?"

Vanessa's heart stopped dead. She was still naked as the day she was born, with nipples so hard they hurt her massive breasts that always seemed to bring out the worst out of people. This is usually where things went terrible for her, but she hoped Russel would be different. After all, he was a park ranger.

"Uh...uh...do I have to Russel? I'm sort of...um...well...naked".

Russel's bushy eyebrows popped up. He looked around unsure and his eyes caught sight of a neat pile of clothes not too far from the tent. This situation was certainly stranger than he'd anticipated and Russel couldn't help but feel a tinge of arousal. He wondered about what to do next.