He's a straight arrow

Russel's closed his eyes and his mind to the visions of Vanessa's voluptuous body.

He was a park ranger and no matter how attractive this young lady was, there was no excuse possible for him to peep on her. Clearly she'd had enough trouble for one day at least. No matter how much he wanted to gaze longer on this busty camper, Russel had a job to do. So he started from the top.

"You mentioned you camped when you were younger, miss. Do you think you can manage by yourself out here?" He tried not to sound too demeaning, but he had to go from the top if was going to keep any sense of composure.

What he didn't know was that Vanessa was having a little trouble of her own. Her pants and shirt might be here, but there was no sign of her underwear. Suddenly sick to her stomach, she realized she must've left them in the tent. She would be fine without her bottoms, but her nipples would be fully broadcasting their hardness without a bra. She could walk over to the tent, but honestly she didn't want to risk confusing the matter. After all, Russel had been so understanding Vanessa didn't want to complicate things and make him think she was hiding something. And so she pulled up her pants, almost losing balance and falling down onto her jiggling breasts. As she hiked them up over her plentiful ass, Vanessa's breasts bounced hard. She answered, regardless.

"Um, yes? I used to go a bunch when I was younger and I checked the weather already. It's supposed to be clear all week".

Russel nodded, trying in vain to ignore his throbbing penis. With a gulp he continued, "All-alight, miss. Do you have a cellphone with service? Like I mentioned miss, there've been some weird stuff going around here and I'd really hate for something bad to happen."

Vanessa froze, topless. She didn't know where her phone was. It wasn't in her pants, she'd have already noticed if it was, and Vanessa honestly couldn't remember where the hell she'd left it. She grabbed her own face in panic, the cold breeze returning almost on cue, and frantically tried to remember where she'd last seen the damn thing. Looking around she asked, "I don't know where my phone is Russel, can I check my tent?"

Russel heard the fear in her voice and nodded. There was an odd pause. Vanessa cleared her throat and asked, "Uuuuh....is that a no, sir?" The horny fool hadn't actually answered, so poor Vanessa had been shivering in the breeze in confusion.

"I'm sorry miss, of course you can go look for your phone".

She thanked him and scooted over, her still unhidden breasts bouncing madly. In her haste and panic for the phone, Vanessa had completely forgotten her shirt!