With Suspicion

Naked? In the woods? And she wasn't up to some kind of mischief?

Russel didn't find that very likely.

He put on his hat, "No offence miss but are you under the influence?"

Vanessa looked confused and felt that all too familiar sense of dread rising in the pit of stomach. A shiver went down her spine as she answered.

"Like what ****? No, never! I don't even drink on the holidays with my parents!"

The answer was too concerned and surprised to be a lie, but Russel still had his doubts as to her innocence. Good girls didn't run around the woods naked.

"Miss, I'm sorry but you are going to have to come out from behind that tree so we can hash this out", with that Russel waved her over expectantly.

Vanessa was mortified, this wasn't how park rangers acted on television at all! He was supposed to be helping her, not judging her!

"Muh-Mister park ranger...Russel...please...I'm naked...I-I-I...I'm really not comfortable letting you see me like this, please".

But Russel wasn't budging on this, something about this smelled funny to him. And now she was giving him attitude? The afternoon was winding down and he really didn't want to still be dealing with this after dark, especially with everything weird going on in the woods these days.

"Last chance miss, either you come over here to talk or I come over there. Your choice".

The tone of finality in his voice was unmistakable. Vanessa looked at the ground defeated, why the hell did stuff like this keep happening to her? Sighing as she walked out from behind the tree, she used one arm to cover her painfully erect nipples and the other to giver her very cold privates some shielding from the wind. The "coverage" might be covering her nipples, but it only squeezed her considerable breasts together creating a heavenly vision of deep cleavage for the flabbergasted park ranger. As for the other hand, well it did little to conceal her unkempt southern hairs.

Russel was a little shocked, something his bushy eyebrows did as little to conceal as Vanessa's hands. She might not be the prettiest girl he'd ever seen, but those were certainly the best pair of breasts he ever laid eyes on. Undoubtably luscious and real, Russel couldn't help but imagine the feel of those beautiful boobs in his tired hands. This was certainly not what he had expected to happen today.

Part of him had actually doubted that she was naked, but there was no denying that now. A different part of him began to stiffen at the sight, although in truth he felt a little ashamed. Good girls might not run around the woods naked, but did good men really shame them into exposing themselves?