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Future Forest Ranger
By
Jan
I was inspired to become a Forest Ranger on a third grade field trip to a Headquarters of the Forest Ranger. My family's home is in Dalton Gardens. Idaho. It is a small community near the Washington border. Spokane, Washington is the nearest city. We are just west of the Coeur d' Alene National Forest. Our grammar school loaded us on a yellow school bus and took us to the Forest Service Headquarters.
There were several Rangers lecturing us about the important work they do, and how they accomplish their job and it was inspiring, but it wasn't until a female ranger told us about the opportunities for females in the forest service that I was inspired to seek a carrier in the field.
With my mind made up I started planning to achieve my goal. I took advantage of every opportunity to visit ranger stations and read all of the material I could get my hands on about forest management. I learned that forest fires are a natural event and necessary for a healthy forest and habitat for wild life. Lumber industry hate to see the loss of income, but a heave under growth decreases the range of wild life. Even wolves are necessary for the heath of herd animals.
When I was just entering junior high school I had the opportunity to spend a couple of weeks at a ranger's station. I was sent to station in the high country near a small lake manned by a female ranger. It was a two day hike to get to her log cabin. Everything necessary to survive had to be mule packed in. I got to ride in on a horse with the packer. He was a lean man, old enough to be a grandfather with gray hair and a scruffy beard. He was obviously a capable wrangler. He could shoe horses and mules in the field.
When we arrived at the lake cabin we were greeted by the female ranger like were long lost friends. I'm sure spending a long time by their selves is a lonely life.
She had been informed by radio of my coming in with the next backer bringing in supplies. As soon as we arrived there were the introductions. Her name was Ruth Winchester. She informed me that she was a distant relative of the rifle company. I told her that my name was Windy Mansfield, and I added that I wasn't related to the actress.
Ruth was Farley tall for a female, at five-feet eight. Her auburn hair was obviously cut by her. It was summer so she was in the hunter green shorts with hiking books and her hunter green shirt's buttons were staining because of her ample breasts. She was also wearing the felt boss of the plains ranger's hat (popularly known as a Smokey Bear Hat).
The packer helped us unpacked her supplies and store them. There was no refrigeration, so perishables were cooked right away. We shared the fresh stakes with the packer before he started back down the mountain.
Cooking and Lighting was with only possible with white gas stoves and lanterns. The cabin reeked with the smell of the smoke from the stoves and lanterns, as well as the body odor of female ranger.
Windy told me that we wouldn't get many hikers or fishermen during my visit. She said her busiest time was during bow and rifle hunting seasons. She added that when hikers file for permits they have to select the tail they will use, so we will be alerted to expect them. If they don't arrive in a timely manner we might have to back track them in case they got lost.
By that time I was feeling the call of nature, and asked Windy where do we go to relieve ourselves>? She said we normally just go behind trees and scrape a shallow hole with a trawl and do our business. But here at the cabin there is an outhouse out back. She handed me a roll of toilet paper "Just in case" as I headed out the door.
When I returned, she left to do her business. I asked her, "Where do we wash up?" She simply said you can wash in the lake or nearby stream if you like.
I took a towel, washcloth and a bar of soap and headed to the lake. I pulled down my pants and underwear and dipped the cloth in the stream and rubbed the bar of soap on it. It was bitterly cold, but half as cold as it felt when I washed my face, underarms, and wiped pussy and asshole. When I was dressed I walked back up the trail to the cabin. When I opened the door I was greeted by the sight of her standing next to the rustic bunk removing her clothes. Being a tall woman she looked to me like the old TV drama stared by Lucy Lawless as Xenia Warrior Princes. Her hair was wild looking and her heavy tits had dark areolas and nipples. She was not shy at all about allowing me to see her in all of her naked glory. While facing me she even rubbed her right hand briskly against her pubic bush.
I couldn't help but notice the womanly odor of her unwashed body and she got into her bunk and covered her body with an old Army blanket. I stood by the other bunk and took a nightgown out of my duffel bag, before starting to remove my clothes. In my teenage modesty I turned my back to her while undressing and pulling the nightgown over my head.
Windy turned off the lantern. There was very little light coming through the un-shuttered cabin window, and it took a little time to adjust to the dim light. It was hard to get to sleep because of the strange smells and surroundings. The bunk was just a thin mattress on leather straps laced through hole in the wooden bunk made of lodge poles. As things settled down I listened to the sound of the wind in the trees outdoors and the sound of a babbling brook.
The next morning I was more comfortable dressing in front of Windy. She told me to take a bucket down to the stream and bring back water while she started breakfast. During that morning she told me that looking for smoke of a potential forest fire was her first priority. If there are hikers in the area I check their campsite out and discuss the rules of the Forest Service about use of fire, how far away from water they could dispose of waste water, and human waste. We also tell them about the history of the National Forest if they are interested in it. We do have the power to arrest anyone abusing the rules of the forest and escort them out on the mountains.
She showed me the campsites near the lake and pointed out where campers had built fires outside designated fire rings. She used her boot to scatter the ashes to destroy the evidence of the improper use otherwise future hikers might use the same area for fires. When we got back to the cabin she checked in with headquarters, and was told that a party of ten hikers was headed our way.
Windy calculated how long it would take for the party to arrive, based on their starting time at first light. She figured strong hikers could be there by three in the afternoon, but new hikers wouldn't make it there until late evening.
We saw the first couple of hikers shortly after three. We greeted them and showed them where to set up camp. We talked to them for an hour or so, as hikers came walking in groups twos and threes. We left them to set up housekeeping for the night. They would be leaving in the morning on their sixty mile hike. Windy called the headquarters that evening to assure them that these hikers were in good shape and wouldn't be a problem.
I was too modest to drop my pants that evening to wash by the stream, so like Windy I simply stripped before bed. It was still strange trying to go to sleep in strange surroundings. I also noticed the sound of her bed squeaking. It was difficult to see much but I was sure that her blanket was moving up and down. I was sure she was masturbating. I was turned on by the idea of this amazon of a woman was masturbating, with me in the room.
In the morning she tried to apologize to me for her behaver last night, and I assured her that I thought it was a natural thing for her to do. We checked out the hikers and sampled their breakfast while we watched them police up their campsite and watched them heading up the trail to the pass over the mountain to the next valley.
We had the rest of the morning to do whatever we wanted. She led me on a hike to a place where a slow moving stream filled a pool that was heated by the sun. She took off all of her clothes and got in the pool. I followed her example and striped off and got on the pool with her. The water was still cold enough to make my nipples hard. It took a little while to adjust to the temperature of the pool. Windy took full advantage of the water to wash her breasts and crotch. She eventually got out of the pool and spread eagle on a rock that was headed by the sun.
I was getting cold and quickly got out and joined her on the rock. The head radiating from the rock felt good. Windy started rubbing her breasts and before long she was rubbing her crotch. As much as her actions excited me, I was too shy to do anything.
Windy asked, "Have you ever had sex with one of your girlfriends?"
"Honestly no...I have never touched another girl."
"I would like to teach you about female sex, if you are willing and don't tell anyone about what I do to you."
I felt my pussy tingle and my nipples getting hard. I hesitated before saying Windy, I promise not to tell anyone about what we do!"
Windy turned over onto her side and placed her big hand on my chest and squeezed my left tit, and leaned down and kissed me on the mouth. She forced my mouth open with her tongue and she sucked my tongue into her mouth and sucked on it. It took my breath away. She eventually worked her way down my body until she had my left nipple in her mouth. She sucked and licked both tits until they were covered with her saliva. While she was sucking on my tits she was rubbing my crotch with the palm of her right hand. At times she used her middle finger to stimulate my clitoris and dip the finger deep into my vagina.
I was a virgin but when my mother OBG gave me a physical she found that my hymen was almost nonexistent.
Windy went down on me and sucked my pussy for a long time. There came that moment when I felt like I was going to pee and I closed my eyes when a feeling like a mild electrical shock swept over my body. My body shook uncontrollably while I experienced my first orgasm at the hands of another person.
Windy returned to kissing my mouth while I recovered, and I could smell and taste my own pussy all over her wet face. Eventually she lifted her head and I missed her lips.
I rolled over and lay on top of her ample breasts and started kissing her. I sucked her tongue, bit her lower lip and pulled it until it was stretched as far as it would go. As she lay on her back her soft breasts rested on both arms. I smelled them and licked her tits and sucked her nipples the same way she had done to me. I placed my right hand on her dark pubic bush. Her labia minor looked like folds of excess shin and I delved into the most depths.
I eventually sat up so that I could move down the rock so that I could get between her legs. I lifted her long right leg and started kissing and licking her inner thigh. I teased her by stopping short of her crotch and switching to her left leg and licked kissed it the same way I had her right leg. When I got close to her crotch Windy placed both hands on the back of my head and smashed my face against her cunt. It was all very exciting getting her pubic hairs caught between my teeth and finding her clitoris and capturing it between my lips and sucking on it until she actually had an orgasm. Having satisfied out animal lust we lay there under the heat of the sun until the sun moved across the heavens far enough to cast a shadow of a tree across our bodies and cooled us off.
We gather up our clothes and got dressed. Hunger drove us back to the cabin. I retrieved two buckets of water while Windy cooked supper for us.
That night we stripped off out clothes and I got in bed with Windy. We sucked pussy and tits late into the night before we fell asleep with her spooning me wile grasping one of my tits.
In the morning we eventually got up and simply put our feet in flip flops to make our way to the outhouse. We kissed while taking turns peeing. We wiped each other with our hands before returning to the cabin. We stopped in out tracks because three does and a buck were at the edge of the lake. We held hands while we stood there watching the deer. The buck kept an eye on us to insure we were no threat to his does. When they were ready they casually headed through the trees back into the mountain.
We had lost all track of time, and the fact that both of us were naked. After breakfast Wendy checked in on the radio. No hikers were headed our way, so we didn't bother putting on clothes. We did put on our socks and boots to protect our feet though. We took a hike up the trail to the saddle of the trail to the next valley. We sat on a rock and watched a pair of golden eagles soaring on the up draft while looking for a meal. We eventually made our way back to our lake. I couldn't keep my hands off her body. I discovered if she ate wild onions at lunch her body sweated and tasted like onions. That evening when we got ready for bed it was a warm evening so we opened the window with hopes of a cooling breeze.
Windy placed me on the bed on my hands and keens. I wondered what she was planning on doing. She knelt behind me and placed her hands on my butt and kissed the orbs of my ass. She applied pressure on my cheeks that spread my butt open. I felt her nose pressing against my puckered asshole and heard her sniffing the aroma of my ass. Then I felt her tongue wipe my asshole before she stabbed my asshole with the tip of her tongue. I felt her tongue spread my sphincter open. She stuck two fingers into my cunt and jilled me while she rimed my asshole.
When my orgasm over took me I collapsed on the bed with my face resting in her pillow. I smelt her hair and knew that I was in love with her.
I wanted to taste her butt hole but Windy was in charge. She actually stood on the bed as she squatted over my head and lowered her butt down to my face. I stuck out my tongue to greet her asshole that was already gapping open. As my tongue entered her hole she grabbed both of my tits and clung to them while rocking her butt up and down.
The rest of the two weeks were amazing. There was only another hiking group to make it to our lake and we had to dress appropriately during their stay at the lake. As soon as that party cleared the pass we were in the lake naked. I couldn't get enough of her tits, pussy and even her asshole.
When my stay was coming to an end and I had to pack up my gear and get dressed before the packer arrives with fresh supplies and the three of us had dinner together before I had to say by goodbyes to Windy.
She would get a vacation in a couple of months, so she insisted that I visit her in town. I was horny as hell by the time she gave me a call. I browed my father's pickup, and drove to her place. Her home was musty smelling because it had been closed up for four months, but who gave a shit. All I wanted to do is get naked and taste her sweet body. For a change she had actually bathed and smelled of perfume.
We greeted with a warm hug and a kiss before we tore each other's clothes off. I didn't care who know I was in love with her, and she had no qualms about being seen with me. Apparently the Forest Service didn't discriminate against lesbians either. I thought my parents would be upset, but even my father told me that he suspected that I was gay for years.
When I graduated from college with a degree in forest management I joined the Forest Service. Windy was there with my parents when I graduated from college and the Forest Service school. I was proud of my forest green uniform and felt boss of the plains hat. It became a part of the National Forest Service uniform because Terry Roosevelt commissioned the National Forest Service and the hat worn by the "Rough Riders' Of the Spanish American War wore that hat.
Our boss was kind enough to allow us to work at the same stations. For all intent and purpose we were married. Windy was always the dominate partner, and I was happy to allow her to direct the love making.
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