The woman's name was Bess an she was in her early fifties, attractive, blonde hair, "D" cup titties, big blue eyes, dynamite ass and real pretty face....er husbands name was Pete. We hit it off real well and they were drinking as heavy as us and we were all getting a real good drunk on. Both women were flirting with every man in the club. There were these four twenty something guys that started hanging around and flirting back with our women. The sexual tension was very high. Pete and I sat back. He was not bad looking. He could write a complete, grammatically correct sentence. And behold! He was over six feet tall (did she forget to mention she loved tall men?)! “Huzzah!” she thought. But one day passed and he did not send her an e-mail. Another day passed and no e-mail. Day three: skunked again!! Day four was about to come to a close with nary an e-mail from this “Prince” so Caitlin decided to take matters into her own hands:“Dear LustForLife: Why would you put me on your favorites. The walk that day had been strenuous and we both needed a good cleanup. The slow-moving stream was cold enough to get your attention but it wasn't the kind of cold that makes your skin hurt. We ate first and then took turns washing in the stream; she went first. Our routine was to clean ourselves up then crawl into our sleeping bags to get warm. I was shivering when I crawled into the tent to zip myself in. I was very much surprised to find that CJ had zipped the sleeping bags together and was. I folded my hands in my lap and felt the nub of my little pecker encased in the nylon panty poking my hands. I pulled hard against it with my hand and it responded by hardening a bit. I cautiously unclenched my fingers and moved a hand under the cover to feel the silky fabric. I could feel the lacey waistband of the panty through the fabric and traced a finger across it. I was careful not to move my head but my eyes were unfocused on what Aunt Rose was doing as I explored my new garments. .