"It's a lovely fire," she said, straightening out her legs and laying the palm of her hand across the bareness of his chest. "I wish we could lie in front of it here all night."

"I'm glad you're comfortable," Bob said, his voice almost a whisper. "I mean, I've wanted to hold you and kiss you all afternoon."

Gone now were the misgivings Jane had suffered earlier at the thought of Bob making love to her out in the open like this, and she returned his first gently nibbling kiss with a soft brush of her lips against his cheek. She could feel his breath deepening now, and she sensed a building urgency in his movements when he arched his towel-covered waist toward the barely covered curls of her vagina. Suddenly, she found her hands drawn irresistibly to the small of his back, and she pressed the bareness of her stomach tightly against him as he kissed her with mounting fury, flattening and spreading her lips open until she uncontrollably splurged her tongue into his mouth.

She pushed towards him and his hands commenced to explore her body, caressing the full swelling outline of her breasts above the bra. He pulled the light covering material of her bikini top away with a snap of his finger on the flimsy clasp and the quivering orbs of her breasts were caught in the sudden grasp of his hands. She felt the tingling points of her nipples spring up; then he sucked one gently while his hands prowled over the delicately curving arch of her ribs down to the smooth plain of her belly, brushing the soft nylon-covered pubic hair until she prickled between her legs, pushing between her panties and spraying the moistly parting lips of her vagina open as he pressed his mouth upon her own. She groaned against him, unable to contain herself as she writhed on his fingers.

"My darling… Bob," she whispered in growing passion.