Laying in my tent, looking up at the bright expanse of stars that night, I thought about what had happened previously with Ranger Ryan. Actually, I hadn't stopped thinking about it. How he looked in that uniform, how thick and hard his cock had been, how he had used me in just the right way. I wanted a chance to rub my hands through the hair covering his perfectly sculpted chest and trace it all the way to his manhood. I wanted to stroke him to completion, suck him until he burst, and let him fuck me into oblivion. I was pure desire.
When I had moved my sleeping bag back into my tent earlier, I could still smell the remnants of our encounter. It triggered something and I stretched out, grabbing my nipples hard with one hand, thinking of how he bit them, and slid two fingers between my legs. I was already wet. I circled my labia, teasing myself, then, parting my legs, I rubbed my clitoris gently at first and then harder and faster, thinking of how my ranger had pounded me. I bit my lower lip, imagining his cock sliding wetly in and out of my mouth. I grabbed at the sleeping bag as I came hard, wishing I could pulsate on his member. Fuck, it just wasn't the same.
Gazing up at the celestial expanse, I felt a void that needed to be filled. I just hoped Ryan's parting words were indeed a promise of more to come. I would just have to be patient. Not a forte of mine.
I rose just before the sun as I usually do while camping. I had planned on several extensive hikes while I was in the mountains, but I now found myself not wanting to stray too far from camp. I decided to go for a run instead, it would help with the pent up sexual frustration anyways. So after a quick breakfast, I was off. I pushed myself hard, opting for steep trails so that I was eventually above the tree line and taking in the alpine glow of a breathtaking sunrise. I gave myself some time to explore, I did love these mountains after all. Eventually I descended from my run. The heat of the day was settling in and I decided to take a dip in the lake. Returning to camp, I put on just a bra and a shirt and set about having lunch and reading the book I had brought with me. It was hard to focus, so I heard him immediately. I discreetly glanced over my book and caught the gray and green flash of his uniform.
There was no awkwardness or hesitancy this time. He strode in confidently and, snatching my book out of my hands, he announced,
"It's time to renew your permit."
I was instantly aroused, my mouth watered. I knew I was going to be putty in his hands. Anything he wanted if he would just take me.
"Of course," I replied looking up at him through my lashes, playing the innocent, "what should I do?"
"I want to see that ass of yours, turn around."
I complied readily. I had been leaning against a log to read my book, so I stood up and bent over it, exposing my ass cheeks for his perusal. He grunted in appreciation and ran his strong hands all over them, sliding two fingers up and along my asshole. I shivered in anticipation. Then he removed them and paused before hitting me much harder than he had yesterday. I let out a surprised squeak, and looked over my shoulder. He had that same lopsided grin I remembered as he reached back and slapped me again in the same spot. There was a satisfying smack and he rubbed what must now be a rather red ass cheek. I dug my nails into the log a little as he landed several more solid smacks on my rear end, dishing out to both sides now. I was moaning now, loving the heat and sting he left after each contact. He paused to admire his handiwork, rubbing his hands over my smarting booty. Then he commanded,
"Stand up and undress."
I turned around, propping my somewhat sore backside on the log. I peeled off my shirt and reached back to undo my bra. He unbuttoned his shirt at the same time, revealing the dark hair that perfectly covered his chest and ran down his muscular torso, disappearing beneath his belt. He let his shirt drop and I approached to run my hand over his smooth broad shoulder, through his chest hair and traced it down to his navel. I could feel my sex respond, I was wet and couldn't help rubbing my thighs together. Then I knelt down and, ignoring the leaves and sticks under my knees, helped him finish undressing. I gazed up at him as I unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped him. I couldn't wait to get my hands around his cock and make it rigid as a post. As I tugged his clothes down, his shaft slid from his boxer briefs and, being slightly erect already, grazed the side of my head. I rose back to a kneeling position and placed my hands on his powerful thighs, kissing the tip of his member. There it was, the object of my desire.
