She began retiring in the nude with the hopes of arousing her lover in the midst of a midnight waking moment. Recently, this did not appear successful.
After turning in one evening, alone and much later than usual, she relaxed beneath the cotton linens and gazed peacefully out of the partly opened window at the moon as it grew nearer to its pinnacle in the sky. With erotic thoughts of fancy filling her mind, she slowly drifted off to sleep.
Long after sleep had claimed its newest victim of the evening, a fifty-something breeze blew in through the window. Even beneath the sheet, she felt its chill. Her initial reaction was simply to curl up unto herself and resist the cold. Her own body heat was unhindered between her skin and the sheet. It was a sensation that fueled her dreams that night.
Later in the evening, the stubborn, and by now much cooler, breeze blew in through the window, making the blind’s cord dance wildly. She felt the breeze once again, but instead of shunning it and retreating within herself, she welcomed it by stretching and baring herself to the wind and the room around her. The sheet had by now twisted away from her skin and the wonderful warmth that she had been comforted by was a memory. The forty-something breeze reached out and pinched her dark brown nipples making them rise.
