
She was dressed in a scanty string bikini with only a short toweling beach jacket thrown over her shoulders. The scanty black bikini she was wearing only accented her excitingly shaped figure, mature, womanly, but still slim and almost fragile with nipped-in waist swelling curvaceously downward to voluptuously rounded hips and buttocks, gently tapering thighs and long, curving line of calves, thin well-shaped ankles with a pair of straw sandals on her feet. The triangular shaped cloth of the bikini top barely contained the full-mounded breasts. She was aware that her stunning figure always seemed to have an effect on men but until the recent trouble with Matt she had never felt the slightest urge to exploit this. Well, we'll just see, Mr. Matt Lange, she thought.
When Matt got home from work that evening they decided to stay at home. Both were proud of the apartment condominium that. they had purchased and enjoyed spending time there. They had saved up the down payment during their engagement. The apartment was only a few minutes drive to Matt's job in San Rafael where he worked for a company that built sailboats. Matt liked his job and was proud of the craftsmanship that the company prided itself on. It took over two weeks to make one of the boats.
Jane was a weaver and had a large loom in the spare bedroom of their apartment where she did various projects for a couple of stores in the area. She was very creative and her hangings always sold well. Between the two of them they made a very comfortable living. Neither had really thought much of having children right away, preferring to concentrate their energies on getting their lives together first.
