He's only human, after all

As Vanessa searched fearfully for her keys, she had no idea that Russel had lost what little composure he had left. She froze when she heard a soft sound not too far behind her, but it was too late.

He'd dropped his ranger hat you see and with it, all that was left of his self-control.

Russel leapt upon her, driving Vanessa into her the air mattress with a muffled thud and knocking the air from her lungs. Her breasts were squished and filled the shirt as they were pressed downwards, even worse with her hard nipples painfully shoved downwards. She felt the weight of Russel atop her, his beard pushing into the back of her head, his powerful hands on her shoulders, and....an unmissable hardness pressing against her ass. Fear was in her now, the old fear of perversion and violation reborn from this terrible intrusion. He was sniffing her hair and not groping, but holding her down with calloused hands. Vanessa tried in vain raise her head from the stifling texture of the air mattress, but the **** of his head was pushing too hard. The deep nature of the sniffing was freezing her blood, worse any sounds she made were muffled by the mattress.

Meanwhile Russel was lost in the smell, sweat mixed with something like fruit. Her hair was soft against his face and he sighed. He owed her an explanation.

"I'm sorry, miss. I just...I need you Vanessa".

There was a tone in his voice that was more terrifying than any schoolboy pervert or debaucherous deliveryman could ever have mustered. A kind of familiarity and longing that was wholly unwarranted, almost like they were lovers. Once more she tried to answer, but again she was muffled by the mattress. His hands were now rubbing her shoulders, sending shivers down Vanessa's spine and waves of uncomfortable warmth throughout her legs.

He was back to sniffing, huffing her addictive scent. She felt him sort of softly thrust his uncomfortable hardness against her legs, as the park ranger's fingers drew invisible circles on her arms and grind his beard against her ear. The tent was starting to darken, Vanessa fearing she was suffocating beneath Russel's weight. That was until she heard a new sound: the unmistakable pitter-patter of raindrops beginning to land upon the tent's roof.

A rainstorm was upon them. The scene was perfect, Russel thought, for lovemaking.

He flipped her over with ease, watching her braless breasts sway beneath a thin shirt as Vanessa gasped for breath. As she struggled to regain any sort of composure, Vanessa realized his massive hands had traveled down her arms fully and now rested on her own. They covered hers entirely and now he gripped them, his sausage-like fingers almost obscuring her hands completely. The tent flap was still open with a cool breeze gracing them, which didn't help her already rigid nipples. She looked up at him with pleading, frightened eyes. For a moment they stared into each other's souls, Russel an ocean of lust and shame. Finally she asked-

"Russel...why?"