The elevator passed the 23rd floor. The couple turned their gaze back around to the front of the elevator, looking up nervously as the elevator contin...ed its count of the floors we were passing.Brandon seized the moment, fingering my clit and pussy mercilessly. My pussy was already soaked. I couldn’t help but moan as my arousal climbed with the elevator. There was no denying it. The elevator reached the 27th floor and stopped. The doors opened, completely exposing me to anyone who might be. She knew her parents were former ‘flower children,’ whatever that meant, but she had serious concerns that they might still be a bit off. When she looked out over the landscape, all she saw was a mass of snarled trees, burned like matchsticks. The lake her mother mentioned, opaque and greenish-brown, had more in common with a pustulant boil than a pristine swimming hole. “Yeah,” she said. “It’s… uh… super.” She walked off to join her siblings, who had gathered at the edge of what turned out to. It had a roof and walls, to keep us dry and out of the weather no matter how bad, it might get. I sat anxiously awaiting her bus to arrive, and hopefully, she would get off the bus; Ashley was not the sharpest tool in the shed, and often was overwhelmed by too many details, like remembering what her bus number was. I had walked down very early, happy to take a bit of a break from my normal work. I was wearing what I considered my normal work clothing, a loose button down blouse, short blue jean. We arrived back at the cottage and didn’t know where to put ourselves. Should we strip or wait? Was the place tidy enough? Should we get out the sex toys or was that too forward? In the end, we decided to shower after our long walk and make ourselves more pleasant for Jen. Slipping on the flannel bathrobes supplied with the cottage, we sat and waited, barely able to look at each other.Finally came the knock on the door and there stood our date for the night.“Ah, all ready I see, any chance of a.