Huddling under a lean-to I spot in the distance, which looks like what’s left of an old abandoned hut or something, I draw my knees up to my chest and try to keep warm while keeping my ears peeled for more wild animal noises.
As I calm down a little, I hear and feel the weather getting wilder and my body getting colder again.
I reason to myself I couldn’t have strayed so far from the car that I couldn’t find my way back if I just stay calm.
With my teeth eventually chattering from the cold and with no way of changing just yet, I figure the least I can do is wring out my sodden tee shirt and sweat pants.
Not ideal clothes for the outdoors in any weather, but I’d planned to be in a heated car for the whole trip home.
I can’t just sit here all night, the car locks at least and is definitely waterproof.
A cop or someone is bound to pass by and check out the car. Nobody’s gonna come looking for me huddled under a wooden plank in the woods at this hour with a storm rolling in.
Suddenly the car seems safer, warmer, and dryer than anything else. Even if I might have to outrun a wild animal again.
I have a change of clothes with all my stuff in the trunk too which the idea of is so appealing right now.
I laugh a little too loudly, almost hysterical at how stupid I must look, and manage to motivate myself to get up and strip down to my bra and panties.
Just long enough to wring out some of the water. I tell myself, shaking uncontrollably from the cold.
But there’s something else.
I feel eyes on me again, but this time not the eyes of a wild animal, although I’m sure I do hear a low growling sound.
I shudder from the cold once more, then feel a flush of heat straight to my groin as I feel him.
I just know someone’s watching me, and it makes everything else I’m worried about disappear.
I’ve never taken my clothes off in a changing room let alone in the woods in the middle of a storm, but the idea that there’s someone, a real man watching me.
Well. It has a very special effect on me, even though I don’t know how I know, I just know he’s there. That he’s watching me and I’m somehow gonna be just fine.
I think of Ben. Ranger Ben, about his billboard and his smile, those eyes.
I think about his huge hands running over me in the rain, flicking my thick nipples which feel like rivets right now.
I almost feel guilty.
If it is a man, and I know it is. What about Ben?
The idea seems silly again, and I wonder if maybe I have hypothermia, but damn, if this ache in my pussy is hypothermia.
It’s quite the opposite. I’m burning up.
My hands brush against my chest as I shift, moving to get dressed again but I drop my clothes and start to run my hands over my body instead.
It’s like I’m in a trance or something, the howling wind. The wild setting.
Knowing that I’m being watched.
I let out a stifled moan, fighting the urge to get down on all fours and give whoever it is the show of their life as I finger fuck myself, and suddenly gasp.
Timid little sounds escape me as I feel my most sensitive areas touched in a way I only want more and more.
The spell’s broken when I hear a low groan from the bushes not too far away.
A sound that’s definitely male and sounds like they’re about to pop whoever it is.
“Who… Who’s there?” I ask, softly at first until I have to almost shout it to be heard over the wind.
The moan from beyond becomes a low groan and then a growl.
A sound I feel travel up inside me until I know it’s him.
He’s found me.
“Ben?” I ask, shivering.
“Stacey!” he calls out, emerging from the bushes and moving towards me.
Is he doing up his pants? Is that—
But I barely have time to think about his hands or the huge bulge he’s covering with them.
Seeing his face, his huge body moving towards me, I know I’m saved.
I try to say something, but only watch on helplessly as I pitch sideways before I feel the warm strength of his huge arms holding me close to him, carrying me as if I weigh nothing.
“I got you,” he groans, and I gasp again, feeling a hot stiffness prodding into my soft thigh with each step he takes.
“I got you…”
“Oh Ben,” I sob, burying my face into his thick jacket, breathing him in until I’m sure I’ll faint.
Chapter Four
Ben
With no phone service, I use the CB radio to hail the county sheriff. Just to let him know I’m on my way back to the ranger’s station and that I’m also on the lookout for a potential missing motorist.