LLP-264 The Abducted Wife by Jon Reskind


Chapter 1


Jane Brighton held the canoe paddle in her hands and stroked gently 
into the shimmering moonlit waters of Clear Lake. Overhead the dark sky 
glinted and swirled with countless stars, and behind her the light from 
Lakeview Lodge had receded into a mere pinpoint in the distance. She 
lifted her paddle into the canoe as her husband Bob's youthfully strong 
arms steered them towards a small clearing of beach surrounded by 
forest. The dark blue water lightened as they glided into the shallows, 
then Bob leapt out in front of the canoe, splashing into the water, and 
pulled the prow of the boat onto the sand.

"Bob, darling, you'll get soaking wet!" Jane cried out as her husband 
waded back into the water and extended a hand to help her onto the 
beach. "You'll catch pneumonia!"

Her peals of laughter pierced the late-night silence. Suddenly he 
tossed her over his shoulder, grasping his hand around her smoothly 
curving thigh, and carried her up to the beach. He stood for a moment 
with his wife splayed across his back, then he spun her around before 
spilling her wildly kicking body onto the white sand. Jane rolled over 
on her back, still panting and giggling, and looked up at the face of 
her husband. The young man sank down beside her and embraced her around 
her shoulders. Laughing, she pulled away, giving him a light kiss on 
the cheek, and handed him a large beach towel she had brought in her 
satchel.

"Thanks, honey," he grinned. "I'll just run back into the bushes and 
hang out these clothes until this stuff dries off a little."

Jane watched fondly as Bob Brighton's tall lanky form disappeared into 
the trees behind the inlet. She spread out a blanket on the sand and 
pulled her beach dress over her softly cascading blonde hair. Then she 
sighed and sank lazily onto her back, exposing her young bikini-clad 
body to the night air. 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.


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