The Princess and me Camping Well dear reader Cynthia and I have been dating all summer now. All the bumps are smoothed out and we are now old hat lovers. She still wears my ring proudly, I still adore her and treasure every minute we find to share with each other. Im sitting in the parking lot at Sears waiting for her to join me, we are going to hike into a very private little lake high in the Cascade mountains for an over night. It is one of those little moments we look forward to. Here she is now. She tosses her pack in the back of my trusty pickup and gets in. She slides way over to my side of the car and gives me one of those kisses that I feel in my toes. Not a word is spoken, none needed. She is pressed tightly up against me, her arm around my neck, my hand stroking those magnificent legs. She has on the shortest shorts, very feminine, tennis shoes better suited for tennis but the sexiest anklets that show off her smooth legs. We dive in relative silence to the trail head, pack up, hold hands our favorite thing, kind of and start up the trail. The lake is not far, just a lot of up and unknown to most hikers, we hope to find solitude. It takes about an hour to get to our camp spot on the far side of the lake, high up on a bluff over looking the lake and a small waterfall.

Its early fall and not warm. We drop packs and I immediately go to work setting the tent, she unpacks the food. After I get the tent up I leave to get fire wood. Thats what guys do, dont they, Make fire? She takes things inside and sets up our little nest. Thats what women do, dont they? It takes us about a half hour to get a good fire and our place set for the night.

Its warm and I lie back against my pack and watch her busy at work making some thing for us to eat later. Not a lot of talk has occurred.

There is a strong sexual undertone in the air. I feel it and wonder if she does.