Morningwood Park by CallMeKitten

Summary: Buffy takes an early morning trip to a little known national park for a day of hiking and adventure, and tour guide Ranger Spike offers to show Buffy all the wonders of Morningwood.

Another installment in what I think I will call the “Summer Lovin’ Series”.


Buffy had packed all the gear she thought she might need for her latest hobby. She was going to try her hand at hiking. She was sure this might fill her days with something to do besides lounge by the pool, lusting after her poolboy. She mentally checked the items she thought she might need in her head.

Sunscreen, bug spray, canteen, trail mix... She was shoving the items into her lightweight backpack as she thought of each one. She had picked up a pamphlet for the park somewhere and decided, what the hell. Plus, she got to go shopping for a hot little hiking outfit, just incase she met someone in the woods. Laughing at her own line of thinking, she looked at herself in the full-length mirror one more time.

She had pulled her long, blond hair back into a nice swishy ponytail, and had added just a hint of makeup. She had read to dress in layers, so she had on a white spaghetti strap tank top, an aqua blue long sleeve, moisture wicking shirt and a brown vest over some cute khaki cargo shorts she found a while back. She had the requisite hiking boots with similar colors to match. She looked so cute, just like something from an ad in one of her adventure magazines. She checked her watch and realized she’d better get a move on if she was going to be on time for the first tour. Grabbing her Jeep Cherokee keys, she grinned thinking her vehicle even screamed “great outdoors“.

She set her GPS in the dash to the location and pulled out of her driveway, excited about the adventure she was setting out on.

******

Buffy arrived at the parking lot right on time. She checked her face and hair once more before grabbing her backpack and walking to the pavilion.

Exiting the Jeep, she only saw one other vehicle on the lot. An old, beat-up black car, with a personalized license plate that read, BIG BAD. Jeez, what kinda moron puts that on his plates? She looked lovingly at her own personalized plates that read, JEEPME.

She felt good. The sun was shining; she was having a great hair day, what could go wrong? Buffy could see there was a person standing by a huge bulletin board. He was dressed in khaki from head to toe, and had on a hat just like the Ranger Smith on Yogi Bear. She began to laugh as she strode over to him.

Spike had the easiest summer job ever. He had answered an ad for a park ranger assistant in the local college gazette, and had hoped to make some money with very little effort. So far, so good he thought to himself. He had arrived everyday for the last three weeks at the trail entrance, and not one person had shown up. That meant he basically got to wander around the wooded trail, looking at nature all day. And he got a paycheck every Friday! No visitors meant no trash to pick up, no bathrooms to attend to, and no tours to give. He was especially thankful for the last one because he had forgotten nearly everything he had been trained in the last three weeks. But today, a car had pulled into the lot.

She drove an older model Jeep, not some new tree hugging hybrid, leading him to hope she wasn’t an uptight, “greenie“. His car screamed, “gimme all your fossil fuel” and seemed to upset some of his superiors at the park, citing that they were all about nature preservation. He liked what he saw as she stepped out of her car and began to walk over to him. She was petite and perky and looked ready to hike. Her silky ponytail swayed from left to right as she walked towards him. SHIT! The tour! Think, Spike, you remember which trees to point out, I know you do! He smiled at her as she approached, trying not to look panicked. She would be his first tour. Please let her not want too much information.

Buffy was still giggling as she reached the pavilion, and walked up to the guide. “Hi, I’m Buffy Summers. I take it I will be getting a private tour of Morningwood today?” She held her hand out for him to shake it.

Spike was lost in her green eyes, unaware of anything she was saying. He snapped out of it as he saw her hand waving in front of his face.

“Hello? Anybody in there?” Buffy smirked. This was not the first time she’d had this effect on a man, but it was still amusing every time.

“Oh, yes!” He reached out and rapidly shook her whole arm. “Sorry, I d-didn’t mean to.. I mean..” Breathe, man, breathe “Let me start over. Welcome to Morningwood. My name is Spike and I will be your guide today.”

Buffy laughed loudly as she just realized the name of the park. “Oh My God! Morning Wood! Whoever named this place had a great sense of humor!” She was nearly doubled over in laughter.

Spike burst out laughing too. He had laughed when he first read it, and giggled internally as he offered his tour of “morning wood” to her, but was struggling to maintain his professionalism. Dude, maintain! You are at work, not a club trying to hit on her!

He straightened up and stifled his laughter. “Buffy, right?” What the fuck were her parents thinking? “Are you ready to start the tour? Looks like it’s just us.”

Buffy looked at her guide struggling to be professional and answered him. “Yeah, I’m ready. Be kind though, I’ve never viewed Morningwood.” She giggled again. “Your tag says William, what’s with the nickname?” Her thoughts wandered back to the black car in the parking lot and its tags. “Spike, huh? Are you the ‘Big Bad‘?” She looked coyly at him, hoping he would loosen up. He was just adorable. His thin, muscular body peeking out from under his ranger uniform had her mind thinking of his own private wood. She couldn’t help but to giggle again.

Shocked at the flirtation coming from the gorgeous blond, he figured what the hell. They were going to be alone in the woods in a few minutes, lightening up might be fun. Plus, he might not have to worry about remembering the tour as he was trained to give it. “Yeah, that’s me, the Big Bad.” He slipped his thumbs through the front belt loops of his uniform shorts, slightly thrusting his pelvis as he did. “Spike’s a nickname I’ve had for a while. Please don’t ask.” Racing through his mind was the reason why he had the name. His Grandfather had always told him he was sharp as a tack, but called him Spike cause it was far more masculine. God, why couldn’t he have a better story to go with that nickname by now?

Buffy watched his body language and knew today was going to be fun. But the sight of him all pelvic thrust-y in that uniform was priceless. “Ok, I won’t ask, but maybe I will take a few guesses throughout the day. Ready when you are, Spike. Lead the way.”

Spike smiled broadly at her before he turned to start off down the trail. His first tour looked like it might turn out to be fun. “Let me start by saying, Buffy, this will be my first tour. Please be kind to me as well.”

Buffy was loving this. Hot guide, in tight little uniform shorts that hugged him just right, walking just a few feet in front of her, as they entered the woods alone. Her mind was racing with possibilities. “So, I guess that makes us both virgins!” Ohmigod! Did I just say that out loud? I am such a perv! “I mean, neither of us has done this before, I mean... Shit. You know what I mean. I didn’t mean to insinuate...”

Spike turned around to see Buffy’s face red with embarrassment. “I know what you meant, Buffy. It’s all good. Let’s just start the tour. The trail is lined with 100 year old...”

Buffy wasn’t listening to a word he was saying. He had taken off his sunglasses when he entered the shade of the trees and she just got her first look at his eyes. Beautiful blue that sparkled in the sunbeams that peeked through the trees. Guh. Those eyes instantly turned her to goo.

Spike was rambling on about trees and Indians and historical park crap, and all Buffy could do was fantasize about Ranger Spike nailing her against a tree. Spike had stopped walking and she ran into him, not paying attention, knocking him flat on the ground, with her lying on top of him. Way to go, perv! Lost in lusty thoughts and you ran right into him. Smooth, Buffy, smooth. Ohmigod, feel his tight hot body.

“Buffy, you ok?” he immediately asked, thinking she had tripped on something on the trail as she fell into him. His hands were on her body, wanting to explore more. Good Lord, man! Help her up, you perv!

Then it happened. Their mouths crushed onto each other’s passionately, as their hands clawed at each other’s clothes. Buffy moaned loudly as he kissed and nibbled down her neck. His hot mouth on her skin was working her into a frenzy.

Spike had envisioned this fantasy since the moment he got a look at Buffy walking towards him from the parking lot. She was beautiful, and playful, and oooh, she was now grinding her hot body against his on the trail. Was this really happening? Fuckin-A right it was! “My God, Buffy, you feel so good. Want to feel your skin...” He continued kissing her as he fought to get her clothes off.

She felt him tugging on her shirt, and was eager to help him. She quickly stripped all the clothes off her upper body and started unbuttoning his shirt. His hat had not fallen off but was getting ready to as he reached for it.

“Leave the hat on. I like it.”

Chap 2 – Pokin’ Around in the Bushes

Spike sat up and straightened his hat. "You like this uniform? Really?"

"Yes, I do. It reminds me of a Boy Scout leader. Very hot! Now, less talk-y, more touch-y." Buffy winked and began to try and undo his pants. She just had to see what he was packin’. From the feel of it through those shorts, she had hit the jackpot.

"Let me stand up, I can get those off for you a little quicker." Buffy’s eyes bugged out as he stood and quickly dropped trou, releasing the beast of a cock he had been hiding.

God Bless America! I salute you, Scout Master! Buffy took his monster cock in her hand and stroked it gently. She always marveled at how something so hard, could feel so soft. The silky skin slid over his steeled rod with each pump of her hand. "Now I know where you got your nickname. I hope you are planning on driving this spike into me, and soon, Ranger." She slowly licked his impressive length with her tongue, her emerald eyes never leaving his.

Spike was trying not to break eye contact with her, but what she was doing to him was making him weak in the knees. FUCK! This is amazing! And NOW he had a much better story to go with his nickname! "Buffy, you're driving me mad with your hot little mouth wrapped around my spike, and I can’t wait to drive it into you. Anywhere you want, just don’t stop yet, please!"

Buffy opened her mouth wide and took him as deep into her throat as possible. Her hands circled the base of his thick cock, rhythmically pumping in time with her bobbing head. "MMMmmmm," she hummed as her tongue swiped back and forth along the underside of his now throbbing cock. She could taste precum leaking into her mouth, savoring his flavor. "You taste so good, Ranger Spike, better than any pic-a-nic basket." She giggled as she used the tip of her tongue to lick his over sensitized cockslit.

Spike needed more of her. He lifted her up and helped her get her shorts off too. Now they were both naked on the trail, except for their boots, and that hat. Pulling her close, he kissed her passionately once more, his hands reaching for her firm ass. As he was squeezing her golden behind (no tan lines, he noted) she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her hot, wet center was now in direct contact with his dick. He needed to be inside her. He held her tight as he walked them over to a tall birch tree.

Buffy felt the cool, hard tree trunk behind her back. "Gonna teach me all about this tree, Ranger Spike?"

Spike could feel his cockhead lining up with her pussy as she leaned back against the tree. As he slowly slid into her tight, wet depths, he remembered his tree training. "What you are feeling against your back, thrust is a white birch tree. thrust Note the smooth, thrust peeling, thrust white bark." Her pussy was squeezing him with each thrust, he wouldn’t last long if he kept this up, and he wanted this to last as long as possible.

Buffy was so close, her head was swimming in the pleasure of this outdoors-y goodness. He was slamming into her at a frantic pace. She realized that this was going to be over too quick if she didn’t do something fast. She spied a nice soft bed of pine needles off to her left.

"Ranger Spike? Wanna do it like the bears do?" she nodded her head in the direction of the nice flat surface just beyond the birch tree.

Spike couldn’t believe what he was hearing. "OH YEAH!" he replied. He allowed her to set her legs back down on the ground and watched as the tanned goddess dropped to all fours on the bed of pine needles. She waggled her golden behind, while looking over her shoulder back at him as she beckoned him with her eyes.

"I’m so hot for you, Ranger Spike, feels like I’m on fire."

He walked over to Buffy and dropped to his knees behind her. "Little girl, don’t you know we have rules about fires in the park?" He slowly fingered her hot, wet pussy with one hand, as he stroked himself with his other.

"But, Ranger Spike, Only you can prevent forest fires," Buffy giggled. God, this is so hot!

Spike took this opportunity to swat her behind with his hand. "Bad girls who play with fire need to be punished. Must learn a lesson." Another smack on her other cheek.

Buffy moaned loudly at the stinging sensation on her ass and the incessant pulse deep in her pussy. "I promise, never again." She pressed her ass back toward him, "Please."

Spike rubbed his thick cockhead against her slick entrance, teasing her and coating himself with her juices. Her moans were driving him mad. "I wonder if the animals are watching us right now."

"Let’s show them how it should be done, Ranger Spike." Buffy rocked back, effectively sinking a few inches of his glorious cock with in her. She hissed in pleasure. "Don’t be shy now."

With that, he quickly sunk balls-deep into her heat. Both of them gasped at the sensation. He slowly began to pump into her, his hands were on her waist so he could control the slowed pace. "No worries here, Buffy. I plan on making the animals envious of us."

Buffy reached back between her legs and rubbed his sac. He moaned and increased his tempo. "So hard... so deep... harder, please!"

The slapping of their skin echoed in the clearing of trees. Spike gladly obliged her request by placing his hand on her shoulders and pulling back with each thrust. He could feel her inner walls, churning and squeezing him. Fuck! This is so hot! He pounded into her at a rapid speed, setting off her orgasm as she cried out into the woods, never slowing his pace.

"Oooh! Fuck meeeeeee!" Buffy wailed. Her whole body quivering as she came hard around his cock.

Spike roughly flipped her over; pine needles were stuck to her legs and arms as he hovered over her. God, this woman is so beautiful, glistening with sweat, pine needles and leaves stuck to her and still amazing. He leaned forward and gently nibbled on a nipple. "You enjoying your visit to Morningwood Park?" he asked as he licked circles around her rosy red nubs. His cock was bumping against her entrance once more.

"God, yes! I love morning wood! Tell me more about the trees, Spike. You are so good at your job," she said with a giggle as she rocked her hips up into him.

"Let’s see." He lifted one of her legs up and held it up near his chest as he once more pushed that engorged member into her. "The mighty white oak thrust is a hardwood, thrust commonly used in furniture and flooring. thrust It’s a long living tree, thrust with specimens living up to 600 years." thrust Spike could no longer think of trees. By the look on Buffy’s face, she wasn’t listening anymore either. "C-Can’t... hold off... much... longer, Buffy."

Buffy bucked her hips, matching his insane pace. She had never been fucked like this before. The speed at which he was pumping his cock, the depths he was able to reach, there was nothing to compare it to. Buffy lifted her other leg allowing him to push a little deeper, if that was possible. She marveled at the glorious chiseled body pleasuring her. His skin, glistening with perspiration, practically glowed.

Spike grabbed hold of Buffy’s ankles, which were up by his face and spread her legs into a giant V as he continued his pounding. She was cumming again, her head thrashing from side to side. Spike felt his balls tighten as he reached the point of no return. He withdrew from her just before he came, shooting hot, white streams of his cum all over her taut belly.

Buffy’s hands rubbed his seed into her skin as she came down from her own orgasm, praising him for a job well done. "That was awesome! Now, let’s get cleaned up and dressed. I want to know more about this park. I just love how informative you are about everything."

Spike helped her up and she pulled a pack of Handi-wipes from her backpack and wiped them both clean. Spike picked pine needles and leaves from her hair as she wiped him off. "Hope you have plenty of those wipe thingies. ‘Cause there’s lots of trees I want to show you."

"Ranger Spike, I like the way you think. Got a whole pack in that bag," Buffy said, as she got dressed. "I was a Girl Scout, and we are always prepared." She walked back over to him and adjusted that hat. "You look so familiar to me." Guess I have a thing for fit workin’ guys.

Spike shrugged, "I think we’re pretty familiar now." He smiled from ear to ear. "Now. Let’s continue down the trail..."

Buffy followed Ranger Spike down the trail, lustily eyeing his tight bum in his uniform shorts. She had a feeling she was going to love exploring Morningwood with Ranger Spike. He seemed to be a real expert on his hardwoods.