Chapter 1
The warming, radiant heat of the sunlamp played over the lithe, tan, supple body of Jane Simpson. Although it was winter in Conroy, New York, a small suburb about one hundred and fifty miles from the City, Jane was pampering her exquisite body by taking advantage of the recreation room in the Montwood Apartment Complex, where her and her husband Jack, lived.
Her hair was a deep, rich luxurious brown and her mysterious, seductive eyes appeared to hold many secrets. The only thing which now clothed her flawless young body was the lower half of her bikini. Her naked shoulders sloped gracefully, her fine young skin possessing an alluring smoothness rivaled only by silk itself. There were three other women in the spa, all of them with their breasts bared, but Jane's breasts were far superior to those of the other females who were lying around the room trying to get the tanning rays of the sunlamp. Jane's breasts were proud, pert, and round, holding their globular shape completely by themselves; it was quite obvious that Jane did not require a brassiere. Her nipples were tight and were a deep, dark, blood-red color. Her richly tanned belly was smooth and firm, showing off to stunning allurement, the tiny crater of her shallow navel. Her long, tapering legs were seductively contrasted by the full, round ample swells of her sumptuous thighs and hips.
Jane and her husband, Jack had only lived in Conroy a week as Jack had recently been promoted to the position of Junior Executive by his employer, the Grayson Development Company. Although the move had been somewhat awkward for the young couple, the appreciable increase in salary for Jack had been worth it.
Slowly, Jane rose to her feet, feeling warm and mellow from the soothing effects of the sunlamp. She stepped into the sauna bath and shut the door and now she was in complete privacy. She pushed the steam button and removed the lower portion of her bikini, exposing the dark, fleecy tufts of her luxuriant pubic hairs which protectively housed the sacred entrance to her teenage body's most private orifice. The steam filled the room, and streaming rivulets of cleansing moisture rolled down Jane's trim, tight body, down the smooth, feminine curve of her back, the tapering sides of her waist, over the copious swells of her flawlessly hewn buttocks. The steam had a mellowing effect on Jane, and she smoothed and rubbed her hands over her naked body to infuse the cleansing moisture deep into the pores of her young body.
"Ummmmmm." Jane purred as she felt the deep-cleansing steam move clear into her bones.
After spending several minutes in the sauna, Jane put on both parts of her bikini and stepped into the modern and well-appointed exercise room. She stretched out on the exercise bench, spreading her sweet-smelling thighs so that just one curl of her dark pubic hairs peeked invitingly out from the crevice of her tight boned, inner thigh. She reached up to grab the rope weights which dangled above her head and began lifting her legs in the air.
Jane's alluring body was absolute poetry in motion. All of her taut, trim, firm young muscles were working in perfect, coordinated harmony with each other and, as her legs rose and fell, her graceful, deft movements were not unlike the movements of love-making.
"Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three," Jane counted altud as she alternately exhaled and inhaled.
Today her goal was eighty leg-lifts; she had progressed from twenty-five at the beginning to seventy-five at the last session.
"Sixty-five . . . sixty-six."
Suddenly, Jane felt a sharp, searing pain in her arm and she let the ropes go.
"Ow!" she screamed.
Her arm was definitely strained. Jane had almost an obsession to keep her body in trim and firm condition and Jack had warned her more than once about overdoing it.
She got dressed, left the spa and returned home to her apartment.
When Jack got home from the office that evening, Jane was in the bedroom rubbing her arm with a deep-heating compound.
After explaining to Jack what had happened, Jack suggested that she get her arm checked by the doctor, just to be on the safe side.
"Well, we're new in town," Jane said. "We really don't know any yet."
"Just a second," Jack said, "there's lots of doctors in the Wilson building. Let me get the telephone book."
"Let's see," Jack said as he located the Wilson Building section of the directory and ran his fingers down the voluminous list of names.
"Hek, they're all good from what I hear," he said, "I'll just pick one at random. His finger stopped at:
CARL BENSON, M.D., 821 Wilson Bldg.
"Carl Benson," Jack said playfully, "Sounds like a winner. Why don't you call tomorrow for an appointment?"
"Sure," Jane said.