camping

“What are you doing?” I asked, a little more harshly than I had intended.

He quickly pulled back and shied away, apologizing profusely. “I am so sorry!” he exclaimed. “I don’t know what I was thinking. It’s just that whenever I used to do this for my old girlfriend, we…I’m so sorry.”

He looked so cute, blushing furiously and apologizing. I could tell he was very flustered, and, in truth, so was I. Here I was, 30 years older than this young man, and he had just felt me up! To say I was flattered would be an understatement.

“Please don’t be mad,” Jacob continued, “I’ll go ahead and go now.”

With that, he ducked his head out of the tent and left me laying there wondering what to do next. I had never cheated on my husband in over 25 years of marriage, yet this boy had me wetter than a dip in the Colorado River! And he hadn’t really even done anything!

After thinking about it for a couple minutes, I unbuttoned my shorts and opened my fly, feeling my satin panties. They were practical, completely covering my bottom, but they were high cut and a little bit sexy. Often, I wore thong panties, but I didn’t like to go hiking wearing something with less support. However, I still loved the feel of satin on my underparts while rubbing against my clothing.