With shame

He closed and eyes and sighed.

It'd been so long since he been with another person. They were fleeting affairs, more out of convenience than any real sense of passion. The first time had been his manager: an ugly shrew of woman who stank of weed and who chased every new ranger who joined the service near her. But this was different. Vanessa was different, a creature of chance who'd treated him with decency and whose body arose more desire than anything he'd ever seen. But was this alright?

He looked at her, staring down as the rain increased its pace. It was growing darker in the tent by the moment and he could tell she was scared. He'd lost control. He was supposed to a decent man, a park ranger. Vanessa was just a scared camper he came across this afternoon. Sure she was sexy beyond belief, with breasts that had awakened previously untapped wells of lust within him, but that was no excuse for his shameful behavior. His hands loosened their grip and his head lowered, unintentionally nearing her prodigious bust. With eyes again closed he finally spoke.

"I-I'm sorry Vanessa. You have no idea how you make me feel. Ever since I met you...I...please".

He nuzzled into her bosom, making Vanessa recoil in confusion and fear. Even through the shirt, he could feel her warmth and smell the her intoxicating scent. Her breasts were unimaginable soft, regardless of the cold and wet forest around them. They really were bigger than his head. The unseen globes squished and moved as he shoved his furry face around them, whilst he resumed his deep sniffing. "Please", he repeated. But Vanessa was only appallingly confused and frightened.

"What are-are you talking about Russel!? You're scaring me! We met like-"

She was interrupted by his continued nuzzling, which elicited a sensual gasp from the busty camper. Vanessa's mind was a haze of confusion, fear, and lust. LUST?! She shook her head, attempting to shake the mad notion from her mind. This was insane. She'd fled to this stupid forest to get away from creepy guys and against all odds she'd found another one amongst the pines. This whole situation made her skin crawl, but there was part of her that clearly enjoyed it. Vanessa was uncomfortably aware of how warm her groin felt, how it felt like she was wet, WET?! She pushed her knees against each other, still trapped beneath Russel, and tried to push the alien sensations away. The feel of his beard through her shirt, the raindrops, his weird musk, the damnable sniffing...all of it was awakening her own hunger. Moreover, a part of her felt guilty. She knew it was her stupid fat boobs, the ones he was nuzzling like am animal, that probably caused all of this. Vanessa hadn't wanted to notice him staring at them, but of course he was just another man. Apparently even park rangers weren't above leering. He was just another creepy guy who didn't see her as a person, just a vessel for their desire with giant breasts to fondle. Yet something was baffling her senses.

Maybe it was his approach, the eerie intimacy of the tent, the soft drip-drops of the rainstorm, or maybe it was that he genuinely seemed to feel guilty about the situation, but something was making her damnably amendable to his approach. The gross delivery man was just a creep, the boys in her class made fun of her, and the neighbor's son always just tried to peep on her. But this park ranger, she thought looking down at Russel, was almost tender. She wanted to question her feelings, but something was muddling her thoughts. Suddenly his nose grazed one of her stiff nipples and she hissed softly through her teeth, causing Russel to stop his sniffing. Instead he began kiss her nipple through the shirt, with a gentleness that sent her lower half to shaking and absent-mindedly nudging his bulge.

He kept on kissing her nipple softly, when suddenly he switched his targets and began gracing her other sore teat with affection. Vanessa was openly moaning now and could hardly contain her confusion. What was happening to her?!

Finally he lifted his head away. The rain was starting to pound on the tent and the distant roar of thunder echoed across the treetops. She couldn't see him, but Vanessa still felt his eyes on her chest. What was he waiting for?

"Vanessa...should I stop?"