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Rear End Ranger
CHAPTER ONEDarlene Francis stopped and watched through a clump of trees.She was staring at the sight in the distance. A muscular man wearing khaki slacks who was bare from the waist up was sitting in a chair perched before a typewriter.Just behind him was the cabin in which he was living. Next to it was a small sparkling swimming pool. As she walked between the trees, heading toward the man, she knew his identity even before she got a good look at his face. He was Richard Graham, the famous New York playwright who had rented a cabin at Lake Kelsey to work on a play that would be produced in the upcoming fall season in New York.His arrival just several days earlier had been the headline story in the local newspaper. In a small area like Lake Kelsey, situated high in the Catskill Mountains, a visit from a celebrity was certain to make a good deal of news. Generally the area attracted campers, ambitious boy scout groups, and assorted nature lovers and, conversely, men and women from New York City who wanted to enjoy a change of pace in the height of summer, get out of the broiling city of steel and concrete, and enjoy nature high in the Catskills, far removed from the turbulent throb of the city.As for young Darlene Francis, she had been raised in Brooklyn, had frankly tired of the city, and, after a bitter engagement had been mutually broken by herself and her fiance, she decided to get away from it all. She had seen an ad in one of the local New York City papers calling for female forest rangers. What with the women's movement extending jobs to females in areas where they had previously not been considered for employment, she liked the idea of blazing new trails. In addition, she loved the idea of getting away from the tension of the city and the tragedy of her romance, which was still grating on her nerves.So, at the age of twenty-four, the successful secretary-receptionist quit her job with the accountant for whom she had worked for the last two years. She left the Manhattan accountant, her fiance, her family and friends, and decided for the very first time in her life to strike out on her own.She was hired as a forest ranger, assigned to the Lake Kelsey region. It made her extremely happy to be so close to nature and she found that she was enjoying herself. For the first three months of her job, that is.But now, as she moved into the sixth month, she could see that, despite her closeness to nature, there was still something lacking in her life. After the trauma of her bitter engagement had worn off, she began wondering just what it would be like to venture forward and have another romance. Even though some of the rugged campers she had seen in the area had had a virility that turned her on, and she could say the same for some of the male forest rangers with whom she worked, she was more than a little afraid to get involved after her last bitter experience. She was not the kind of girl to give herself away easily, and so, in place of responding to the many invitations she had received from scores of the men for dates and companionship, she had turned them down one and all.As she had been inspecting some trees, she came upon the sight of Richard Graham sitting before his typewriter. There had been a report that some of the trees might have been contaminated through rot, but she did not discover that to be the case. As she glanced in the direction of Richard Graham, feeling a tinge of excitement over the fact that such a famous man was turning out what could be a highly successful play just a few yards away from her, she watched as he slipped a pipe into his mouth. She took a good look at his rugged, manly features. Even though he was handsome, it was most certainly in as rugged and manly a way as possible. His hair was coal black, his face heavily tanned, and he wore a neatly trimmed mustache.He had apparently come upon a good deal of frustration in his writing, and had been sitting at the typewriter tapping nervously on his knee. He then lit the pipe, tossing the match under his foot.That brought an immediate rise out of Darlene Francis. She recalled that just a few months earlier a fire had been set that way. A careless camper, having had a few beers, had lit a cigarette and tossed the match carelessly aside. A fire had started and it took a good deal of effort on the part of local firemen to quell the disturbance."Excuse me," she strolled quickly into view.Richard Graham appraised the brown-haired beauty with coldly analytical eyes. His eyes were dark and foreboding. Suddenly a glimmer surfaced in them as he got a good look at her compelling beauty. He couldn't help but be impressed. He, like all the other men who had encountered her, fell under the spell of her overpowering loveliness. Her hair was a light shimmering brown, her eyes hazel, her nose finely, delicately shaped, and her cheekbones impressive. As for her figure, it was one of eye-popping significance, and as she stood there wearing her brown ranger's uniform, he could see the supple lines and curves of her magnificent form thrusting out before him."Yes, what is it, young lady?" Graham asked in a smooth, mellow tone."My name is Darlene Francis and I'm a forest ranger," she snapped. "I just saw you toss a match on the ground. I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't do that. Just a few months ago there was a terrible forest fire that resulted from somebody doing that very thing. It's thoughtless, needless and can cause a great deal of damage.""I'm aware of that," Graham grinned."Then why did you do it?""Because I know what I'm doing," he said. "Young lady, I've been aware of these matters a lot longer than you. You see, I was an Eagle Scout. I know how to start fires, put them out, and prevent them.""You'd do much better preventing them if you would switch to a lighter and forget about using matches. Especially out here at Lake Kelsey. It can be a terrible thing.""Thank you for your advice, but as I said before, I'm very knowledgeable along those lines," he said. "My, oh my, so now we have female forest rangers. This women's lib thing is really getting out of hand."His broad grin should have indicated to Darlene that Richard Graham was kidding her, but she did not choose to take his remark in that manner. She remained boiling mad over the fact that he was ignoring her cautionary words concerning the importance of not throwing matches on the ground."I got this job because I qualified," she said. "Judging by some of your work, I imagine you would want to complain over a woman getting a forest ranger's job.""Oh, so you know who I am," Graham chuckled."Yes, I do. I know all about your reputation. How fiercely you put women down in your plays.""That's a matter of opinion," Graham said, taking a long, reflective puff from his pipe, continuing to eye the curvaceousness of this feisty young woman's body. "I happen to think I'm fair to all sides. I'll give a woman character a slap when I think she needs it, and I do the same thing for the men in my plays. I don't think anybody gets off scot-free. I'm what you call a pretty hard bitten writer.""Women get it a whole lot worse than men ever do," she shot back. "You have a defiant attitude, too, in real life as well as in your plays.""You don't have anything good to say about me, do you, Darlene?" the level of his laughter increased."No, I don't. Anybody who has your attitude, well, I can't say anything good about them.""I think women are all right," he said, after pausing lengthily, then continuing. "Just as long as they know their place. You know, stay either in the kitchen or the bedroom. They can be good in either place. It's when they move outside those two orbits that I get worried.""You really are a bastard," she snapped indignantly, her face dramatically reddening and her hands trembling with rage."No, just a realist," he told her calmly, taking another puff from his pipe."Sure, you like to put us down. Well, I'm gonna tell you something, Mister. You don't know nearly as much as you think. As a matter of fact, it would be good enough for you if we women organized a boycott and stayed away from your plays altogether. That would serve you right.""You'd never do that.""What makes you so sure?""Because women like you are too curious. You'd always want to find out what I had to say about you," he laughed."You really are a smug, confident bastard, aren't you?""Let's just say this. I'm confident enough about what I can accomplish. As a matter of fact, I could provide you with a perfect example.""What kind of example?""My dear young lady. You're a very attractive young female. I don't know how good a forest ranger you are. I know that your public relations decorum is way off, for one thing. You could stand to learn a few manners.""Look who's talking!""At any rate, as I was saying. If you'd want to step into my boudoir with me, well, I'll show you how confident I can be, and how successfully I can accomplish my purpose.""You son-of-a-bitch," she gritted her teeth and snarled. "I've never been so insulted in all my life. Here I don't even know you and you're asking me to bed. You're a dreadful beast of a man. No wonder your last play was picketed by women's rights groups.""They just don't understand me, that's all," he chuckled. "I offered them the same opportunity I did you. At least the ones I thought who were good looking.""Just watch it when you throw those matches," she said, turning and walking away in a huff. "If you ever cause a fire around here I'll see that you never hear the end of it.""Thank you very much, Commander," he laughed, providing the brown-haired beauty with a mock salute as she angrily stalked off.That night, as she was sitting in the privacy of her small cabin, listening to the crickets chirping, Darlene Francis looked out her bedroom window and observed the light on in Richard Graham's much larger cabin in the distance. She wondered what he was doing at that very moment in time. He was probably either watching television, she concluded, or else reading. Perhaps he was even doing some writing. She seethed as she thought about him, and the way that he had tried to put the make on her earlier that day. She could never forget the cocky, smug grin that exuded from his ruggedly handsome face as he stared at her, seeking to taunt and entice her at the same time, hoping to make her his female prey.She slipped out of her jeans, then removed her T-shirt. Here she was, standing in front of her bedroom mirror, observing the ripe lines of her beautiful body. Yes, she realized, she did possess a flawless form, one that was always certain to turn men on. If only she could find the right man, somebody kind and considerate, somebody the total opposite of the smug and antagonistic Richard Graham.Darlene heaved a deep sigh of frustration. Yes, she realized, she definitely did need a man in her life. She thought about Dan, her fiance, the hot-shot young stockbroker on Wall Street.As she undid her tight-fitting brassiere and looked down at her jutting ivory breasts, she realized one of the reasons why she had resented Richard Graham to the extent she had that afternoon. It was one thing to get irked about a man who would toss a match to the ground, but it was something else to become as vehemently disposed toward him as she did. It wouldn't have been quite as surprising had she known him a little better, but her anger had proven so spontaneous.She then recalled the grin on his face, that supercilious grin of a know-it-all. It had been very much like the grin that Dan would exude. He exhibited it in particular every time that he was after her for sex. The more reluctant she felt at a given point in time, such as being tired from a long day's work and the like, the more frantically he would pursue her and, finally, he would taunt her, referring to her as a cold, frigid woman, someone who could not or would not empathize with her man.Darlene recalled the manner in which his fingers would reach out and sharply clutch at the warmth of her breasts. Sometimes, even after she had called him the same names she had hurled at Richard Graham that afternoon, along with others, she would still become extremely hot with sensual expectation as he ran his fingers smoothly over her firm, warm breast flesh.She reached down toward the crotchband of her panties, clutching sharply at the fabric with her fingers, then gliding her panties down her legs and off of her.She parted her slender legs slightly, observing the curly tufts of her warm, enriching brown pubic hair and the restless pink vagina which rested beneath them.So many times Dan had pressed his eager fingers against the warmth of her pussy, causing it to dramatically moisten. After that he would heave a deep sigh, then thrust his steaming cock forward, allowing it to glide restlessly inside the clasping tightness of her vaginal passage."OOOHHH, OHHHH, WHAT A TIGHT CUNT," she recalled him gasping loudly time and again. "OOOHHH, COME ON, HONEY. CLASP THOSE PUSSY MUSCLES. OOOHHH, SNAP THAT HOT PUSSY. I LOVE FUCKING IT. YES, OOOHHHH, I REALLY LOVE IIIIIITTTTTT!"She noticed that her pussy was already beginning to heat up, and she could see the telltale beads of moisture surfacing in her curly cunt hairs. She walked slowly into the bathroom, hoping that a cool and refreshing shower would remove her mind from sex.Instead it only made her think that much more about it. She recalled those occasions on which she and Dan had shared a shower. Many times this occurred after they had enjoyed a romp along some enchanting strip of beach. On occasion Dan would take her to remote places like San Juan, Puerto Rico or Honolulu, where they would romp along the surf, acquire glowing suntans, then turn each other on stupendously as they shared a cool and refreshing shower.By the time that she stepped out of the shower, she felt hotter than ever. Her heart palpitated and her breathing was coming in short, puffy gasps as she quickly toweled off her sensuous body.The young, brown-haired woman walked briskly into the bedroom, closing the door and then drawing the drapes shut. She slid on top of the bed, lewdly extending her legs and sliding the fingers of her right hand against the moistness of her pubic curls.She used her imagination, closing her eyes tightly and envisioning Dan before her in this very room. The last account she had had of him, he was about to be married to another woman. It had bothered him a good deal when his fiancee had broken off with him, but in the final analysis he had rebounded far more swiftly than had Darlene. He began going with the daughter of a prominent Manhattan politician and municipal bonds lawyer. As for Darlene, yes, she had pined for him, more than she ever thought she could have, and there she was now, her legs twitching, imagining him before her as she glided her fingers against the velvety smoothness of her quivering vagina.She felt scores of tiny pinpricks reverberating through her entire body as she closed her eyes even more tightly than before. There was Dan, in her fantasy thoughts, grinding his hard, huge driving cock inside her hot pussy.Darlene continued to think of him slamming his powerful pecker inside her responsive vagina until, finally, another impression surfaced in her mind, one that drove Dan away.This time she envisioned the smug, overly confident Richard Graham in front of her, grinning tauntingly, and there she was lying in the bushes, not far from his cabin.She lay there stroking her wet slick vagina. Beads of perspiration rolled down both sides of her face, her entire body was gleaming with a misty sheen of perspiration. As she panted loudly, she watched as the smugly grinning Graham walked toward her. He nodded knowingly, then slowly but surely began to ease out of his shirt and trousers.Eventually he tugged at his boxer shorts, sliding them down his legs and off of him.His next move was to throw himself down into the bushes, landing with a lurid plop on top of her. His fingers warmly caressed the ripe flesh of her satiny full bosoms as he simultaneously ground his hard, stirring cock into the moist, burning depths of her quivering vagina."OOOHHH, OHHHH, RICHARD, OOOHHH, FUCK MEEEE," she shrieked. "OOOHHH, OHHH, KEEP DRIVING YOUR COCK. YES, OHHHH, DO IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, SLAM IT HARD. YES, OOOHHH, I REALLY DO WANT IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, COME ON, OOOHHH, SCREW MEEEE!"After his fingers had finished fondling the warmth of her succulent, ripe breast flesh for a few more strokes, he reached down and let them clutch against the tightness of her rapidly writhing ass cheeks. The harder that he buried his fingers against the warmth of her bottom cheeks, the harder that his steadily protruding cock drove as he worked it into the tightness of her moist, hair-fringed fissure.Pretty soon the brown-haired young woman was unable to hold back the flames of impassioned desire that swelled within her entire being. Her legs quivered and kicked and her whole body trembled as she heaved one last deep sigh, upon which she uttered one final warning."OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'VE GOT TO JUICE," she sighed. "OOOHHH, RICHARD, OOOHHH, DARLING. KEEP PUMPING WITH YOUR HARD COCK. YES, OHHHH, DRIVE IT. OOOHHH, SWEETHEART. OOOHHH, YES, REALLY FUCK ME. OOOHHH, FUCK ME GOOD. OOOHHH, SEND YOUR HOT, STIFF PRICK INSIDE ME. SCREW ME, SCREW ME, SCREW MEEEE."So many times she had wondered just what it would be like to take off her clothes and, in a moment of wild, uninhibited passion, in a moment of exhilarating sensual desire, remove her clothes, lie stretched out naked under warm and bright sunshine, and let a man completely take care of her. The fact that she would be doing it so close to nature, and in such a provocative state, only made it seem that much more daring.Here she was, lying there stretched out in the bushes, birds flying overhead as a man drove his stiff, hotly projecting cock into the ravenous depths of her smooth, inflamed pussy.He kept on hammering hard with his firm, decisive cock. A few strokes later he could no longer hold out. The torrential supply of thick, white juice had to spill from the end of his hot, solid organ."OOOHHH, OHHHH, HERE IT GOOOOES," he gasped, gripping her trembling buttocks more emphatically than ever. "OOOHHH, OHHHH, THIS FEELS SO GOOOODDD. YES, OOOHHH, AAAHHH. OHHHH, I LOVE IT, AAAHHH, THAT'S IT, OOOHHHH, I LIKE IIIIITTT."A few moments later it was all over. He eased his cock from her satisfied vagina, looking down at her and grinning.Suddenly she opened her eyes. Darlene Francis felt totally humiliated. Just what had she done? What kind of strange liberty had she allowed herself in her state of fantasy?It made her feel angry at herself to recognize that, as much as she had, at least on the surface, hated this disdainful man, she was willing to let him occupy a place in her libidinous thoughts that theretofore only Dan had occupied.She got up, pacing up and down in front of her bed for a few moments, then, after sufficiently cooling off, she walked back and stretched out on top of it. Before she turned in for the evening, however, she pulled the drapes apart and looked out the window one last time. The lights were still burning brightly in Richard Graham's cabin.CHAPTER TWOThe following morning Darlene went through her paces, inspecting some more trees and driving in her Jeep to inspect an area several miles away.When she drove down a narrow, winding road heading back to her own cabin, she observed Richard Graham sitting in the same spot where he had been the day before when they had had their confrontation. This time, in place of being perched nervously on his chair, tapping on his leg as he anticipated words that would hopefully flow from his typewriter, he was now typing at a reasonably rapid clip. He did not even see her as she drove past.After having a late lunch at her cabin, she looked at her watch and observed that it was already past two. There was very little more for her to do that day, and so Darlene decided that she would treat herself by taking the rest of the afternoon off.Suddenly she had the urge to sun herself by the lake, and perhaps to go for a brief swim.She walked into the bedroom, opened a drawer, and pulled out a light blue bikini. She removed her forest ranger's uniform, her panties and bra, and slipped into the enticing bikini. As she stood with her hands on her hips, she stared at her succulent, suntanned body. Yes, the country definitely did agree with her in a number of respects.She slipped into a pair of thongs, grabbed a towel, and walked to the edge of the lake. Not that far removed from her was the cabin of Richard Graham. As she spread the towel out on the ground, her eyes quickly darted over in his direction. There he was, typing industriously, apparently making more progress with his writing than he had the previous day.She stretched out on top of the towel. At first she lay on her back, after which she turned over. She had already absorbed quite a significant tan from all of her hours in the sunshine, but with each and every episode, her body became tanned to that much more a brown glow. She enjoyed lying under the sun, and after she had done so for a few more minutes, she decided to cool off her body with an invigorating swim.After swimming for a few minutes in the chilling waters of the lake, she climbed out and walked back to where her towel was spread out. She promptly dried off her body, staring at Richard Graham in the distance. There he was, continuing to type away, apparently making a good deal of progress in his writing.She looked away, frowning, silently chastising herself for expressing that much concern over this terrible man, with whom she'd had such an intense argument the day before.Then, just when she was about to decide what to do next, Darlene thought about that recurring fantasy that kept popping up during those long and lonely evenings in her cabin.She kept on envisioning herself lying there in the nude, stretched out in the bushes.She picked up her towel and walked into the same clump of bushes out of which she had emerged the day before after inspecting the trees. She lay the towel out carefully, then slowly but surely proceeded to undo her brassiere straps. Her heart pounded thunderously. She realized what she was doing. Darlene was taking quite a risk. If she were ever found exposing herself in that manner, her job would be a thing of the past. Not only that, but she could never hope to obtain any kind of a decent reference. All the same, the impulse seized her to remove her bikini bottoms as well and lie stretched out on the towel in the bushes.Her trembling fingers reached down and tugged sharply at her tight fitting bikini bottoms.She listened to the sound of the filmy material scraping against her quivering legs as she lowered the bikini bottoms all the way down to her calves. Eventually she kicked the bikini bottoms off and stretched out on top of the towel.She closed her eyes momentarily, her heart pounding at a furious clip. Could she really be doing this to impress somebody like Richard Graham? She told herself that this was certainly not the case. All the same, why did she pick this particular spot? And why did she feel compelled to pull off her skimpy bikini so that she could stretch out in the buff? Those unanswered questions continued to befog her brain and she continued to lie there, her body still trembling, her heart pounding thunderously.Overhead Darlene could hear the sounds of birds chirping.CHAPTER THREE"Well, look at this," the voice said in a low, sarcastic tone.