Ranger Boy // Stan Vogel
Warnings: Oral sex (fem receiving), dirty talk, death of mother mention, light depression talk,Stan being a fucking nerd...
Word Count: 2k
You’d really done it this time. The sun was getting low in the sky. All sorts of creepy crawlies and god knows what else rustled within the trees and grass. To top it all off, you were fucking lost.
Life had become too much. The stresses of the world had gotten to you, and you needed an escape. Just for an afternoon. Before she died, your mom had always said you spent too much time on that “damn phone of yours.” You thought perhaps she was right and decided to forgo it during your little excursion.
So, without telling anyone, you drove about 30 minutes from home to the first national park you could find. To hike and be one with nature or some bullshit like that. You told yourself you’d only walk around for about an hour and then you could head home. But it started getting darker more quickly than you anticipated. And every tree and rock started to look the fucking same after a while. For all you knew, you were going in circles.
You trudged on, because what choice did you have? You gulped down the rest of your water, knowing that you were in danger of dehydrating. Maybe it was the fact that you were hopelessly lost, but these woods felt disconcerting. It felt like something was watching you.
You felt a bit lightheaded. Your stomach growled. Was this how you were going to die? A foolish girl alone in the woods? What a fucking cliche. Somehow it was fitting. It made you feel pathetic. This was a dumb idea. Instead of escaping your problems, you were stuck with your thoughts and had caused a whole new problem.
With nothing else to do, you kicked a tree in frustration. It was a small reprieve from your worries. You kicked at patches of grass, making the dirt come up and fly everywhere. The small acts of violence towards nature almost felt therapeutic. Always one to take things a step too far, you punched the rough bark of the tree in front of you.
“Son of a bitch!” You cradled your hand, inspecting your bloody knuckles.
“Serves you right for desecrating a national park like that,” a smooth accented voice said from behind you.
You whipped around, feeling your head swimming. A tall brunette man in some kind of uniform stood proudly, his hands on his hips.
“Sorry,” you muttered. In your embarrassment, you tried to walk away.
“You lost?”
You turned around again. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he looked amused. He chewed his gum and you could swear there was a twinkle in his piercing blue eyes.
Letting out a sigh of frustration, you reluctantly nodded. “Yeah.”
“Come with me,” he gestured towards the trees behind him. “My cabin is 5 minutes this way.”
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You trudged behind the park ranger, your head practically hanging in shame. This brought back to mind the times you’d been sent to the principal’s office for cheating on a chemistry test or some other meaningless indiscretion. The man, whose name apparently was Stan, yammered on about how he should be giving you a fine for your actions.
“...But I suppose I’ll let it slide this time,” he turned and gave you a wink.
A blush crept into your cheeks. “Thank you.”
A moment later, his cabin came into view. Before you could walk inside, he blocked the stairs. When you looked at him in confusion, he gestured to the water pump.
“Oh,” you filled your empty water bottle. “Thank you.”
He shrugged. “Just doing my job. Come inside, Miss….?”
You told him your name after taking a few good chugs of water.
He repeated your name with a grin. “That’s lovely. Don’t drink that so fast. It’ll go straight through your kidneys.”
You barely waited for Stan to tell you to take a seat before you crashed down onto the couch. You leaned your head back and rested your eyes for a moment while you sipped the water from your bottle. The park ranger shuffled into another room.
When you heard his footsteps return to the main room, you opened your eyes. He held something in a napkin.
“You don’t have a nut allergy, do you?” He asked.
“No?”
He shoved a peanut butter and jelly sandwich into your hands. You fixed your mouth to politely refuse, but there was an insistence in his blue eyes that told you there wasn’t much of a choice in the matter. As you ate, he sat in the chair across from you.
After you finished half of the sandwich, you mumbled your thanks.
He nodded in acknowledgment. “Now that we’ve got some food in you, I need to ask you a few questions.”
You stiffened. Hadn’t he said you were off the hook for what happened in the woods? “Okay.”
“Have you told anyone that you were coming here?”
“No.”
“Do you know how long you were lost out there?”
“Not really. Maybe an hour. Or two.”
“Alright. Final question: what the fuck were you thinking?”
His sudden use of profanity and darkened tone startled you. “Excuse me?”
“It is incredibly dangerous to go anywhere without notifying someone. Especially in this park. No map, no idea what you were doing, a limited supply of water. You could have gotten yourself killed.”
You gaped at him. Who did this overgrown boy scout think he was?
“I’m not really in the mood to be scolded,” you bit back.
“Too bad,” he said. “There are things in those woods that would have been more than happy to find you. It’s lucky I found you first.”
“Yeah. Lucky me,” you chuckled. “All your talk about danger. How do I know you aren’t like a serial killer or some shit? I’m sure everyone trusts a park ranger.”
“You’ve got quite an imagination, don’t you?” he said. “If you’re so untrusting, why are you in my cabin, eh?”
You sighed and shrugged. “At this point, I don’t really care. Being killed by a pompous park ranger would be an exciting end, I guess.”
He narrowed his eyes as he regarded you as you finished your sandwich. You fiddled with your bottle after finishing all of your water. You were about to ask if he could help you find your car so you could head home.
“Anything you want to talk about?” His tone was suddenly softer.
“What are you? A therapist?”
He shrugged. “I swore when I took this job that I’d look after the wellbeing of the park, the wildlife, and the park’s visitors. You fit in that last category, so this is just all in a day’s work.”
You blinked. “You have nothing better to do than to hear me bitch about my problems?”
“Last I checked, the only disturbance in the woods was a silly girl punching some trees.”
“One tree. I punched one tree,” you said, holding your sore knuckles. “And, fine. Yeah, I’ll talk.”
And you surprised yourself by doing just that. You told Stan about your mom, your job, and every conceivable worry you had ever had. An even bigger surprise there were know-it-all interruptions from the Australian. He simply listened intently.
You took a deep breath when you finally finished.
“Christ,” he muttered.
“Is that all you have to say?” You chuckled. “No advice or anything?”
He shook his head. “That is a shit ton of problems. Nothing worth trying to die in the woods for.”
“I wasn’t trying to die,” you rolled your eyes.
“I am sorry for it though,” he took hold of one of your hands. His crystal eyes shone with sincerity. “Did talking it out help even a bit?”
All you could think about was how warm his hand was. His touch sent an electric jolt through your body.
“It did a bit. Thank you,” you said. “You know...You’re pretty cute when you’re not being such fucking boy scout.”
He still held your hand as he smirked. “You’re quite a looker when you’re not single-handedly destroying a national park.”
You rolled your eyes again. Before you could give another retort, he pulled you closer with the grip he had on your hand. Your lips crashed into his and he eased his tongue into your mouth. His kiss tasted like spearmint. You regained both of your hands and used them to tousle his soft, dark brown hair. He pulled away just enough to whisper against your lips.
“Can’t believe I’m kissing someone who was trying to demolish my park.”
“You’re never gonna let that go, are you?”
He smirked. “Not unless you have a way of putting it out of my mind.”
You closed the gap between you both, teeth grazing against his full bottom lip. You lay down on the couch, pulling him on top of you. He sat up, straddling you, to unbutton his tan uniform shirt.
“Mr. Park Ranger, sir,” You feigned innocence, “Is this the typical treatment for visitors of your park?”
“Only the hot ones,” He took off the white undershirt.
He kissed you, trailing to your jawbone and nibbling a sensitive spot behind your ear. His hands crept to the hem of your shirt and he broke the kiss to take off the offending garment.
“Not bad,” he murmured. “Not bad at all.”
He moved his attention to your cleavage, nipping and licking and sucking. No doubt your chest would be peppered with hickies by tomorrow. When you arched your back to help him remove your bra, he wasted no time. His mouth found your left nipple, lightly nibbling it. He gave your right one a hard pinch with his forefinger and thumb.
“Shit!” You whined.
He released your nipple from his mouth. “What kind of ranger would I be if I didn’t punish you a bit for fucking with my park?”
“Ha ha. Very funny. Well, I don’t think that-oh!”
You lapsed into silence when he nipped at your right nipple. Your hands found his hair again as his lips traveled down your torso. You were practically pushing him in the direction you wanted.
He made quick work of yanking off your pants and underwear, tossing them across the room. His head lowered between your thighs, and his blue eyes shone up at you. His breath was hot against your wet cunt.
“Promise me you won’t attack the park again,” he said.
“I thought the point of this was to get your mind off of--ow!”
He had given you a solid thwack on the pussy with his large hand. He said nothing, only stared at you with that insufferable smirk plastered on his face.
You gritted your teeth, “I….Promise.”
“Atta girl,” he said. He stroked your slit with two of his long, slender fingers before replacing them with his tongue. He worked you open, slowly and surely. His warmth against yours was almost too much to bear. He slipped inside, tasting every inch of you. His hands held firmly onto your hips as he moved his attention to your clit. His tongue swirled around it before he sucked like his life depended on it.
You felt your orgasm approaching, but before it could truly build, Stan pulled away. You whined, not caring how pathetic you sounded.
He stood, unbuckling his pants. “Don’t worry. I’m not gonna leave you high and dry. Well...Maybe ‘dry’ isn’t the right word.”
“Just shut up and fuck me already,” you said, hoping to come off as in charge rather than desperate.
He stepped out of his pants and underwear. He palmed at his cock, which stood proud and ready. He situated himself between your open legs. To your relief and surprise, he offered no sarcastic comment as he split you open.
He thrust shallowly into your dripping cunt, working his way within your depths. You moaned when he finally entirely sheathed himself inside of you. Each thrust was purposeful, and he hit your g spot every time. He kissed your neck again, biting at your collar bone.
Before long, his thrusts became sporadic and jagged. He reached his hand between the two of you and skimmed his index finger around your clit.
“You gonna cum with me?” He rasped in your ear.
For once, you were speechless. All you could do was nod.
His fingers eagerly rubbed against you as he pumped inside of you. The friction and excitement were enough to tumble you over the edge right as he filled you with his seed.
You both were drenched with sweat. There wasn’t a sound but crickets chirping in the dark outside and the two of you panting with exhaustion.
He rested his head in the crook of your neck. “You alright?”
“I’m doing pretty good,” you said. “I’m surprised you had that in you.”
“I don’t usually fuck visitors of my park. Especially ones that abuse park property and-”
“Dude, if you don’t shut the fuck up about the park, I swear….”
“Watch it. I could still fine you, you know?” He teased.
You laughed and laid your head back. You had no idea what you had started, but you had a feeling you would be visiting this park more often from now on.
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