Between my junior and senior year of college, I got the offer to do an ecology internship deep in the woods of New England. I jumped at the chance, knowing it would be a great educational experience as well as an excellent networking opportunity, and who wouldn't want to spend three months getting paid to hang out in the woods?

So come the end of finals in May, I packed up my Jeep and drove up into the deep woods. My grandparents lived in a similar environment in a different New England state, so I spent much of my childhood in places like this and loved spending time in the woods and mountains.

The internship was part of a forestry research center, and housing was rustic, but I didn't mind. Years of camping trips meant I was more than happy with simple lodging. Researchers and interns alike lived in cabins along the base of the mountain.

Head researchers had cabins to themselves, and often brought their families along for the summer. Lower-level employees and interns lived in shared cabins kind of like summer camp—each cabin had two bedrooms with two bunk beds each, a bathroom, and a small kitchen, dining, and living area. Eight people to a cabin sounds tight, but we spent the majority of our time in the research buildings or in the great outdoors, so no one really cared.

The lack of privacy didn't really bother me. Having spent the first two years of college in the dorms before getting an off-campus apartment, I was an old hand at sharing space, and a master shower masturbator. However, about two weeks into my three-month stay, I realized a problem: I had no way to shave my pussy.

I have no philosophical objection to going au naturel, but I have sensitive skin and long pubic hair irritates it. But of course, so does shaving. I'd found a happy medium using an electric bikini shaver to achieve a soft, short fuzz, which was perfect for my needs. Beyond the sensitive skin, there was the issue of going to the bathroom while on the job. Peeing in the woods was old hat for me, and was just part of being out in the woods. As ecologists, we're big proponents of "leave no trace," so as a woman your options are to drip dry or to carry around a Ziploc of used toilet paper. Obviously, I preferred to just drip dry, but having a full bush was going to seriously get in the way of that. 

I'd wager the other women were just shaving with a razor in the shower, but I couldn't do that because of my sensitive skin, the trimmer was the only option. I knew my bikini trimmer was loud enough that anyone else in the cabin (and with seven roommates, there's always someone else in the cabin, or the risk of someone coming in) would either know I was shaving, or worse, think I was going to town on myself with a vibrator in the bathroom. Not to mention, the tiny shower stall didn't really allow for a solid squat position to get the job done. I quickly realized that my only option would be to go to the only place where I could have true privacy: the woods. 

So on my next day off, I planned to make a day of it. I'd find a secluded spot to park and take care of the shaving issue, then hike up to this small waterfall and swimming hole I'd heard some colleagues talking about. I threw on a simple black bikini, a pair of short, lightweight hiking shorts, a t-shirt, and my Chacos. I tossed my bikini trimmer and some hiking provisions in my backpack and set off in my Jeep.

I knew the perfect place to go; I didn't want to risk parking on a trailhead and being seen, and knew there was one surefire way to get into the deep woods with my car. There was a section of the forest full of old trails used for snowmobiles in the winter and ATVs in the summer, but those had since been banned for ecological conservation reasons. A normal car could never drive on them, but my all-wheel-drive could handle it.

It's not a popular hiking spot, so I knew I could expect some privacy, and all the fallen saplings and sticks and dead leaves on the path meant I'd hear someone coming in plenty of time. The trails were also off-limits to unauthorized vehicles, so I grabbed my research center ID and my camera, to have a solid alibi in case a forestry officer showed up.

I made my way onto a trail and parked after I was a decent distance into the woods. My original plan was to shave in the back of my car, just to be extra safe. I really didn't want to get caught in such a compromising position. But I realized the back of my car was going to be covered in pubes if I did, and that was gonna be hard to explain to my friends next time we drove into town together. I was going to have to do it in the forest. 

I took a deep breath, and slipped off my shorts and bikini bottoms, placing them in the open trunk. I squatted down at the base of a tree and put a hand on my lips, stroking the growing hairs before I spread them to start shaving away at the inner edges of my lips. I worked my way out, and was back down to a short fuzz in no time. But I had another problem... I was extremely horny. Shit. Somehow I forgot how much I love to masturbate right after a trim. My pussy had started to get excited and moisten as I moved my lips around to get a close shave, and I could feel that they were soaking wet as a breeze tickled my delicate slit, still wide open to the world as I continued to squat.

I stood up and felt the velvety folds slide against each other as I moved. It had been weeks since I'd been able to pleasure myself somewhere besides the shower. Besides, I was going to have to take care of this before I drove back to the trailhead, or my seats and clothes would end up soaked in my juices. I went back and laid in the flat back of my Jeep, put one foot up on the bumper, and got to work.

I dipped one finger into my soaking hole and spread the juices around my already-soaking slit, tugging on my lips and drawing delicate circles around my clit. I reached my left hand into my bikini top and started rubbing my left nipple while my right hand dipped back into my slick hole and drew out juices to further moisten my clit. I started slow, with small circles over the hood, getting faster and faster and moving down towards my clit itself, each touch sending jolts of electricity through my body. I felt I was getting close, when suddenly I realized I heard footsteps coming from near the front end of my car. 

I wiped my hands on my inner thighs, threw on my shorts, and grabbed my camera, pretending to look through pictures. I realized my nipples were rock-hard, so I drew up my knees to my chest. But I quickly realized that without my bikini bottoms on, the heady scent of my arousal was permeating through my thin shorts, so I dropped my knees and crossed my legs as the forest patrol officer rounded the rear end of my car. 

"Oh, hello officer!" I said, trying to sound chipper and not terrified. "I'm an intern at the research center, I'm taking photos of the vegetation regrowth on these old snowmobile trails. Do you need to see my ID badge?"

I realized he was looking at my nipples poking proudly through my bikini top and t-shirt, instead of my face. He then looked up at my face, smiled, and said, "no, I recognize you, I think I've seen you around the camp. Just be sure to be careful coming back down these old trails." He then continued hiking off into the distance, and turned around and waved at me before he was out of sight. I'm not certain, but I'm pretty sure I saw a distinct bulge in his pants when I looked up to wave back. 

Once he was out of sight and the sound of his footsteps faded into the distance, I breathed a huge sigh of relief and uncrossed my legs, realizing that the crotch of my shorts had gotten soaked by my juices. I knew I should probably get back to the trailhead before I got caught for real, but I had unfinished business to take care of. 

I slipped off the shorts, against my better judgment, and spread my legs wide, letting the air hit my soaked slit once again. I dipped two fingers into my hole and pulled out a clear string of fluid, brought it up to my clit, and started rubbing furiously, picking up where I left off. I started to think about the ranger, and began sliding my fingers in and out of my silky tight hole, imagining his strong tanned arms on my shoulders and a big, thick cock ramming deep inside me while I lay in the back of my Jeep.

I started to pant and moan softly, and as I moved my right hand back up to my clit as my left hand twisted my nipples under my top, I moaned louder and louder, not caring if every forest ranger on the eastern seaboard could hear me. Suddenly a jolt of warmth hit me and my orgasm rippled through my body, my slit and thighs clenching as goosebumps covered my skin. When I calmed down I threw my shorts back on and jumped back into the driver's seat, heading back down towards the trailhead so I could start my hike. This was going to be a great day off.