Brooke said the next morning as she leaned down to apply lotion to her legs. They had just gotten out of the shower, together. Peeking at her bent over in a bra and matching silk panties, running her hands up and down her legs was giving him ideas. Ideas that had nothing to do with their plans for the day. He suddenly had a hard time focusing on her question. “What?” Smirking at him, indicating that she knew exactly where his mind had drifted to, she grabbed her blue and white striped shirt, pulled it over her head, then pulled on her slim fit khaki shorts. Once she was fully covered, she asked again, “Where do your parents live?” Sighing with disappointment, he reluctantly pulled his own shorts on over the boxer briefs he had been standing in. Might as well get dressed too, then, since she seemed to not be as affected as he was. Picking up his razor, he began to shave while he looked at her through the mirror. “Just down the road a few miles.” Her eyes widened. “Oh, I didn’t know they lived on the lake, too.”
