He was right in demanding her to give in to him, yet she had found the sudden urgency of his embraces disarming and she had been afraid someone might see them. On second thought, she sat up, running her hands across the smoothly curving orbs of her breasts, with the intention of acting out her original idea of undressing for him, but her fingers had just undone the top of her bra's knotted string-ties at the back of her neck when she heard Bob's voice from the thicket behind her.

"Well, here we are, Adam and Eve again," he smiled at the casually loosened bikini top. He stood before her dressed only in his smoothly fitting swim suit, his arms clutching sticks of wood he had found in the brush.

In a few minutes a small bonfire was blazing in front of them. They stretched out on the towel, taking sips from a thermos of rum Bob had thoughtfully packed with their day's picnic, and Jane lay stretched out lazily beside her husband, her arms propped behind her head. She realized she had never felt so comfortable and peaceful in her life as she gazed down at their bodies glowing in the firelight, her half-done bikini barely covering the curving fullness of her breasts. A fish splashed in the water. The Milky Way, like a swatch of sequined cloth, so distant and indifferently beautiful, made her feel infinitely small and at the same time closer to her husband than she had ever sensed before.

"Baby, it's been so long since we've been able to be close together like this," she said with a soft tenderness in her voice.

"Yeah, it's real nice. And you took absolutely delicious tonight," he said slowly, glancing over at the deep cleavage between her rounded fully swelling breasts and the creamily soft flesh of her bare midriff.

Jane laughed, returning his gaze with a magnificent blue-eyed warm smile of her own, and nodded her head affirmatively. She wore her long honey blonde hair in a pony tail, and she knew he liked to see her this way, fresh and natural without any goopy makeup to mar her natural loveliness.