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So she was naked, a typical delinquent with atypical breasts.

Bad enough night wasn't too far off. Bad enough that he would this whole ordeal was preventing from doing his goddamned paperwork. But that this little hussy was out here, just flaunting herself to the natural world, was all just too much for the grumpy park ranger. Russel, frankly, had enough.

His eyes searched her exposed form for anything, any sigh that she was up to something illegal. He drank in the sight of those plump hips, her delightful little tummy, the quivering lip, her private patch of curls badly hidden by a hand, and the vast acres of flesh that hung from her chest. Squished by her arm they seemed positively massive, the sort of orbs reserved for porn-stars and frankly Russel doubted that in today's economy she hadn't used her "assets" for that sort of income. Maybe this was one of those weird fetish models he'd heard about on the radio? Was she filming out here? He didn't see a camera-

"UUuuuh, sir?"

Vanessa's frightened voice broke him from his lusty musings and his eyes, angrily, left their wandering across her form. His stern gaze locked on her face and she seemed to recoil, as if he meant to strike her. In a voice that rumbled with ill-hidden frustration, he barked out a "what".

Vanessa flinched again, not sure at first how to respond. Finally trying to find courage, she cleared her throat and tried to whimpered something inaudible. He responded with another, louder "WHAT". This time she her eyes watered, the first sign of a coming sob, but she repeated herself louder.

"Sir, I mean- to say, um. Did you have questions or something, sir?"

The sight of that body built for sin had made Russel actually forget what he'd initially meant to ask her and for a moment he paused. He tried to remember, but whenever he tried to focus his eyes drifted again down to her breasts. She was breathing quicker now, like a rabbit about to burst in flight, and Russel decided it was better to improvise than try to recollect whatever he'd meant to ask. Maybe he could teach her a lesson about disrespecting the park service like this. The hardness in his pants throbbed and he suddenly had an idea.

"Miss, hands up please".

At first she didn't seem to process what he said. He repeated himself and she shook her head, as if she actually about decency. She was the little slut naked in the woods! Russel flexed his hand and felt his member throb.

"Don't make me ask again, miss".

Vanessa was devastated. He was supposed to be her savior, a protector from her tormentor and the wilds. But now things were getting terribly familiar to other perverted situations she'd found herself in and Vanessa felt a single tear leave her eyes. With grave reservation she put her hands up and stood fully exposed before the park ranger. His bushy brows almost hit his receding hairline as Russel watched her massive breasts idly drop to her stomach, hanging like massive fruit for his hands to pluck. They really were perfect, the dying light of day making them look beautifully pale in these walls of pine and once more his huge hands flexed. When he finally dragged his eyes from her chest, Russel stared at her crotch with unhidden interest. Then after an uncomfortably long silence, Russel began his questioning. He asked her why she was there, if she'd camped before, where she was from, but cared nothing for whatever terrified answers she squawked out. In truth he was barely listening, just taking his time to fully enjoy the spectacle before him. Finally he came to the only question he had any vested interest in.

"So miss, why is it you're naked?"

Vanessa was broken at this point, not even tears coming to her dejected face as she endured his awful gaze and questions. Her own eyes left the forest floor for only a few moments, but retreated back to the grass when she saw how erect the ranger was. It was visible from through his pants, almost like tent, with the implications of his interest and size tying knots in her empty stomach. But too afraid to refuse a question, Vanessa braced herself and finally answered Russel's awful query.

"Sir, I-I forgot my bathing suit sir".

So she'd been swimming before, was that what she'd expected him to believe? He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down Vanessa's spine and bringing up goosebumps all over her naked body. Imagining her bustiness dripping with water was too much and suddenly Russel could feel himself leaking precum. Obviously she was cold and compliant to his authority, but some part of him still wrestled with his actions.