Continuation.

Amanda gasped in amazement as she surveyed the contents of the box, her eyes wide with excitement. An array of bottles glinted in the moonlight, their labels ranging from whiskey and wine to tequila and rum. Along with the bottles, a bong lay nestled in the corner. "Wow, that was really fun," Amanda said, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. "I had a good time." She turned to Michael, her senses alive with the thrill of having their bodies rubbing and touching. She felt an intense combination of joy and nervousness, her body fully aroused. Michael smiled gently, his gaze meeting hers. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," he said. "You can help me again tomorrow if you'd like. I'm really happy you're having a good time. It was an experience I used to relish growing up." Amanda smiled shyly, her heart racing with anticipation. Michael then turned away, gesturing towards the van. "Let's finish setting up camp. We need to gather the rest of stuff from the van too. Plus there is somewhere I want to take you before day breaks." With a nod of agreement, Amanda followed Michael back to the van. Inside, they discovered a box of liquor and a bong. "Are those bottles? What's in there? It sounds like glass," Amanda asked, her curiosity piqued. Michael shrugged, a sly smile playing on his lips. "That's Lina and Brant's stuff. Maybe we should just leave it for them," he said jokingly.

Amanda gasped in amazement as the opened box revealed an array of bottles, each with its own unique shape and color. She felt a thrill of excitement course through her veins as she took in the sheer number of bottles. "Wow!" she exclaimed. "That's quite the selection!" "No wonder it weighed a ton. Looks like they bought up half the store." Michael joked, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Amanda laughed, her heart filling with joy at the sight of the bottles. "Oh wow," she said. "I can't believe they brought this much ****. I'm not really a drinker myself." Then she sees the the bong, picking it up with curiosity. "What's this thing?" Michael's expression grew serious as he explained, "That's a bong. It's where you put your mouth around the end and take a hit from marijuana." Amanda's eyes widened in surprise. "Huh.. okay." She replied, a hint of apprehension in her voice. "I don't do that stuff. Do you?" Michael hesitated, his gaze dropping to the floor. "I used to." he admitted. "But that was when I was dating Lina." The air around them suddenly felt heavy, but Amanda broke the silence by handing him the bong and saying, "Let's finish getting the rest of the gear."

They grabbed the remaining boxes and started back to camp. Amanda was exhausted by the time they arrived, but her heart was still pounding from their daring mission. "Phew.." she exclaimed, her voice a mixture of relief and exhilaration, "I'm so glad that's over." She scanned the area, taking in the details of the set up they had created. Tents, sleeping bags, food, utensils, blankets, everything they needed was scattered around them. The area was beautiful, a little slice of paradise. "Well," Michael interjected, his voice thick with excitement and anticipation, "We have to do it all again when we leave." "Oh yeah.." Amanda sighed, a hint of sadness in her voice, "I guess we could just stay here forever though." A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes as she flashed Michael a toothy grin, and they both let out a hearty laugh.