A very concerned park ranger

The man's voice lets it be known that he is calm and genuinely concerned about your state of health, although you know that his eyes are certainly fixed on your small exposed buttocks. Despite your embarrassment, you resign yourself that it is better that he is seeing this part of your body than the much more significant others.

"I...I just...I just stumbled on a...on something and...," you stammer, trying to find the most convincing excuse so that he will soon leave and you can get out of this situation without revealing yourself too much.

"I'm sorry," he doesn't let you finish your words, "but I need to know if you were running from someone or something. I see your pants are torn and your buttocks are red…"

How can you explain to a complete stranger that you tore them yourself and that the redness on your pale skin is a result of the excessive pressure of your nervous fingers on your flesh? So you kind of tell the truth.

"I... I was... I was attacked by..."

"Bees!" he again doesn't let you finish your sentence. "That totally explains everything!"

Suddenly the man seems overly excited by his own conclusion. You try to tell him that it's okay, that you just need some time to get up, but he continues.

"Sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm ranger John, and I'll be taking care of you from now on. I have first aid training, so all you need to do is trust what I say and let me do my job without worrying about anything."

"Look, I'm fine, I…"

"No, a fall like that after bee stings can be more serious symptoms. You probably lost consciousness, and that's not good. We need to stabilize you to get you to the nearest hospital!"

You want to run out of this place, feeling panic rising at the possibility of having the story of your swollen pussy shared by more people. But ranger John is insistent and gives you **** but to wait for his next actions, which he irritatingly externalizes in the most monotone, emotionless voice he can manage.

"Now I will gently remove your backpack straps from your arms so that we can see if there are any injuries to your spine…" He is silent for a second or two, trying to assimilate that you have no cover on your upper body, and then resumes speaking trying not to reveal his own feelings about this. "I can clearly see that there is nothing wrong. All right also with your cervical, so we can turn you upward..."

Damn the time I tore my clothes, you think, cursing yourself for being so reckless in a public place. And now you'll have to pay for it, with the very humiliation of having your privates exposed to the boring ranger John.

"Don't try to move, just leave your body loose for me to do all the work."

You close your eyes as he does what he said he would do. And when that annoying voice seems to have gone silent for eternity, you open your eyes to see the guy in the glasses who looks like he's fresh out of high school staring at your big, dirt-soaked breasts. Then he turns a little bewildered to your muddy face and forces himself to resume the firm posture of one who knows very well what is doing.

"Well, they both look in perfect health... I mean, symmetry, even with all the dirt, so let's look further down and... holy shit!"

Even the ultra-professional ranger John can't contain himself when he sees how big your pussy and clit have become.

"Jesus, that must be hurting too much...," he says to himself, almost whispering.

You mean that it is actually too pleasurable, but you prefer to keep that information a secret. He then starts rummaging through his backpack and says what he is doing out loud.

"I'll get a bottle of water, some gauzes, and then perform the standard treatment for this type of situation. Not that I've ever done anything like that in my short career, but that's how you do emergency treatment for any insect bites."

The ranger slowly pours water over your crotch, making it even more obvious how red and swollen your pubic area is. You feel immense shame at being exposed like this, but at the same time you feel immense relief at the coolness of the liquid on the inflammation.

"That must be burning like hell..." he says, noting the fact without touching your pussy lips, and continues to tell you the procedures step by step:

"Now that we have cleaned up the area, let's apply a cold water gauzes to soothe the pain, the itching, and perhaps the tingling you must be feeling... So now we can get ready to do your removal."

You realize that this is the time to try to talk him out of it, so you sit down to try to argue in the most polite way you have ever used in your life.

"Look, I thank you immensely for your help, I really do! You've been an extremely kind person to assist me in such a... delicate problem. But my car is in the parking lot, so now I can go home and medicate myself."

"No, not at all! I would be being irresponsible and fighting my own conscience if I didn't get you to the hospital right now! My pickup truck is only a hundred meters away, on the shoulder of the highway."

And without saying anything else, the concerned ranger John collects your sunglasses and cap and puts them in your backpack. And after placing the two backpacks on his shoulders, he carefully picks you up on his lap and begins the walk towards the open area. You position your right arm so that your breast is not exposed – your left breast is pressed against the man's chest. You feel that the gauze will keep your swollen pussy protected, because your slightly closed legs are holding it firmly in place. But you know that your buttocks, as well as your anus, will be exposed the whole time, and you hope that there will be no hikers for the next hundred meters so as not to put you in an even more embarrassing situation…