She couldn't help gazing down at the length of her torso admiringly and feeling a deep sense of pleasure that she had so much to give her husband. The exposure of her tummy above the panties was smoothly flat and broken only by a feather strip of blonde down over creamily golden skin; her voluptuously full hips arched firmly against the ground and the rounded whiteness of her scantily covered breasts formed two perfect half-circles in the moonlight. Her body was youthfully lithe, yet womanly and full-formed, and she restrained herself, a strange feeling of wild abandon running through her, from taking off her swimming suit and surprising Bob when he stepped into the clearing.

God, he'd probably die of shock! she giggled softly to herself, realizing how much this vacation was transforming her.

Yes, things had really changed since she and Bob had arrived at the North Carolina lodge for their summer vacation. In a way, it had been a second honeymoon for both of them, and each day had been a new discovery of how they could relax and get to know each other. She hated to admit it to herself but this first year of marriage had been a trial and this trip was a sorely needed break in their routine. Bob had worked so hard at his new job and came home only weekends, and there just hadn't been the time, she reflected, for them to respond to the complete possibilities that the sudden intimacy of marriage offered them. And what she needed was time; she just couldn't warm up and give herself on the spur of the moment to a virtual stranger. Oh, there had been moments when she almost felt she could let herself go completely with him, but then her fear of being loved merely for her beauty had held her back.

Jane looked up from the sand toward the dense foliage, wondering where Bob could have gone. He must be gathering kindling for a fire, she decided, and she was grateful for this moment of solitude to reconsider all that had happened on this vacation.