The over-sized terry-cloth robe is yours and I am dwarfed by the volume of fabric that surrounds me. There is a bit of a chill in the air tonight, so you have temporarily wrapped me up in it as a stopgap to stave off the cold. Wrapping your arms around the bundle, I can feel the blast of your internal furnace seeping through. Once I am toasty, you cannot resist peeling the robe away to review the treasures that await you. My scant lingerie might be to blame for the return of my shivering, but we both know it is full blown arousal and the expectations of a much more efficient way to raise my body temperature.










