What happens in the forest…

It was a warm summer day. I walked on a lonely forest path, trying to relax and thinking about the world. My dog went a few meters ahead of me, happily sniffing on everything in sight and investigating the forest life. He was a black Labrador with the name Ben and would never hurt a fly nor threaten anyone. But being a big black dog many people do feel intimidated if he starts running towards them, trying to find someone to pet or play with him. So in general I keep him by my side when others were around, but here in the forest he could stroll and run as much as he wanted to. I liked those trips, they gave a a sense of calmness and allowed me to get rid from the hectic everyday life. I made sure to choose routes where I wouldn’t meet other people so noone would disturb my few well deserved solitary hours. Being in a forest, that wasn’t too hard to do, there are a few popular hiking paths and many almost forgotten smaller trails.

About a hour went by and I was considering to start my journey back when Ben raised his head and sniffed, obviously fetching the scent of something. One second later he started to sprint into the forest. I sighed and followed his trail slowly. I knew he wouldn’t run far, nor really hunt any game so I wasn’t too worried. But at least for a short time he would follow his nose and calling him wasn’t likely to change his mind. A moment later I heard a happy bark followed by a surprised scream from a female voice. “Great, he found a wanderer, now I was going to have to fetch him and apologize”, I thought. I sped up my steps and closed the distance to the noise I heard. When I finally found Ben, it was my turn to be surprised.

He was standing there panting and barking. That was to be expected. Unexpected was the young woman which lay on her back beside him. She was rather small, maybe 5 and a half foot in height. Her small but firm breast, probably an C-Cup, were covered by a black tank top. That was more than one could say about her waist and everything below, where no clothes covered anything. My eyes were instinctively drawn to her clean shaved pussy with her tiny pink lips just waiting to be parted by a hard cock and to embrace it while it would ram into her tiny frame. The thought made my penis stir, but I shoved those fantasy aside and continued taking in the situation. Around her ankles dangled her black panties and a blue jeans. Apparently she had to pee and figured it would be secure to use some secluded spot in the forest as toilet – and for the most time she would have been right. But today Ben surprised her and when she tried to get up in shock, she stumbled over her jeans-bound foods and fell backwards, offering me this fantastic view.

I took a step forward to fetch my dog and mumble some quick excuse, when her bright blue eyes caught mine. Sparkling with anger she shouted: “Take this fucking dog away, you moron!”.
What the hell? She walked on MY routes, got naked like a slut, panicked like a little girl when she met an animal in a forest and now had the balls to insult me, the one who was going to help her? My anger mixed with my earlier lustful thoughts and before I knew what I was doing I took my phone out of my pocket and snapped a picture of her rather compromising position. She took a second to understand what just happened and her eyes traveled down her body, remembering that she was naked. She jumped up, pulling her panties and jeans into the proper place and started to complain: “What do you think you are doing you fucking pervert?”.

I calmly answered: “Huh?