Of course he does!

Russel considered himself a man of principles, but he was only human after all.

He let his side gaze rest on her blessed reflection and was astonished at Vanessa's body. At first it was honestly like gazing at a painting, seeing her gorgeous curves reflected on the water's surface. Every nervous step she took send her breasts to jiggling, not unlike the ripples of the lake's clear waters. Her breasts truly were astonishing, the sort of the chest Russel never thought he'd been lucky enough to see. Each was bigger than than his head, boasting a nipple the size of a man's nose. Every step was careful, like prey avoiding the hunter. But every step, no matter how careful or quiet, could stop her curves from jiggling. The curve of her ass was plain to see as well and wondered if it was as soft as it looked, what it would feel like to clench her cheeks in his powerful hands. And of course the angle of her advance left her breasts to swing about, which made them look even larger in the water's pretty picture.

He was entranced.

What would she feel like, he wondered. He had only had sex a couple times in his life and never since being certified as a ranger, but looking at Vanessa's body awakened a side of Russel he long thought dead. Finally she reached her clothes and first she started putting on her pants. The effort sent her bosom to bouncing hard and his eyes widened as his cock begged for release. As she hiked it up over her ample ass, those massive breasts bounced so hard he almost moaned aloud. This was unfair. He worked hard to stay in shape, had a house, and a career that kept him comfortable. Why the hell didn't he have a girl like Vanessa to go home to?!

The reflection tickled his imagination, filling his mind with terrible fantasies of bringing her home to his cabin or worse taking Vanessa tonight into that little tent of hers to fuck. He openly stared at the lake now, his eyes transfixed by the topless beauty reflected there. She looked at her own breasts for a moment, as if she too were considering their size and weight. Then with great effort she reached for her shirt and to Russel's dismay she covered those beautiful breasts. Before she could notice where his attentions lay, Russel snapped his face back forward.

Clearing his throat he asked, "Are you decent, miss?"

The answer was a sigh, though Vanessa said "Um..yes Russel".

He turned to look at her and immediately saw the source of her woes. If she was wearing a bra, it was doing nothing to hide her massive nipples; which themselves seemed to echo his own erect difficulties. Russel snapped his eyes back to Vanessa's face and wasn't sure if she'd noticed, she seemed distracted by something.

"What's wrong, miss?"

She looked him with a pitiful pout that made his cock throb again and said, "I-I can't find my phone or keys. Can I please go check my tent?"

That dreadful idea returned to his mind, a terrible vision of fucking her in that little tent until she screamed his name. There was no one else around for miles, he was the ranger on call for his area, and night would soon be upon them. He answered her, "Of course, miss. Go on and check, I wouldn't want to leave you out here without those". Something else was in his mind now, something more suited to the woods than the civilized world.

She nodded, looking unsure but grateful and crawled halfway into the tent. Which left Russel a perfect view of this woman's amazing ass. It was round and plump, clearly filling out the leggings she wore too well. It was also now clear she wasn't wearing any kind of underwear from this position, as the leggings clung tightly to Vanessa at every curve. Russel made him realize his sore tip was dripping precum, possibly visible through his pants were his hat not firmly clutched before it.

He stared without shame and lusted. Russel wondered if he'd ever wanted a woman more than this. He wanted those breasts in his hands, his mouth, and almost didn't care if she had anything to say about it. But another part of him was furious with himself, furious he was giving into lust like this. He was a good man. He was a good man. He was -taking a few steps forward, stepping quietly in the grass, and trying to ignore the voice in his head as the sun began to hide behind the pines.

Russel was barely a yard away from Vanessa's plump posterior and he didn't know if he could resist anymore.