Having saved me from drowning after I had "accidentally" fallen into the water, the handsome park ranger straddled my chest and fucked my mouth. When he said that we should then go to his cabin and get our wet clothes off, I was all for it. I picked up my shoulder bag ("man purse" some would say) and my cigarette holder, which I had dropped when I "slipped" and "fell" into the water.
It was a short drive in his pickup truck to the cozy log cabin he stayed in. His name was Greg. There was a huge feather bed and a stone fireplace in the bedroom. Greg built a fire and suggested that we take a warm shower. I said yes, enthusiastically. I would let him lead me anywhere, he was so hot.
We took our shoes off and stepped into the shower, otherwise still in our soaking wet clothes. Greg put his trong arms around me and kissed me as the water rained over us. I could feel his hardness pressing against mine. Slowly, we began to undress each other. I waited to see the look on his face when he saw what I was wearing underneath my suit. Greg's eyes grew wide and he smiled, saying, "Oh, my," again and again, as his undressing revealed my black silk slip, panties and thigh-high stockings. By now, Greg was naked and his cock was raging. I was down to my lingerie, and he pulled me against him and kissed my mouth, my neck, my shoulders. "Take me to bed," I whispered in his ear. "Fuck me." Greg turned off the water, picked me up and carried me, in my dripping wet lingerie, to the bedroom.
Once there, he dried off with a towel, propped himself up on the bed and ordered me to strip for him, nice and slow.