He could smell a faint, musky perfume, and the heady of the odor made him slightly lightheaded; images of candlelight and soft music flashed briefly t...rough his mind, but he shook them off. Hell, next thing I know I'll be getting romantic notions and a hardon, which won't do me any good since Sharon was fifteen miles away and probably unwilling, anyway... and this hot raffle number is strictly out of bounds. Still, he couldn't help entertaining a few lewd thoughts about the beautifully. I snuggled further down inside my blankets, relishing the warmth of the sheets against my naked body, but knowing I had to get out of bed at some point. Then I made a decision. If I couldn’t have heat, I was going somewhere warm, dammit! It had been unseasonably cold for Southern California, and our apartment was never equipped for such chilly temperatures. We had only an inadequate space heater and the kitchen oven. The bedroom seemed to be getting colder by the minute. Reluctantly, I climbed. He came and stood in front of her. Lifted the belt from her hands and flexed it in front of her a few times, looking into her eyes the entire time. Then he took her hands and slowly extended her arms to their full length, Susan’s aching shoulder-joints screaming with relief at finally being allowed to stretch.He drew her downwards, folding her arms on the floor and placing her forehead on top of them. Susan, now unable to see, heard him step softly behind her. Felt his hands grasping her. Just then a truck horn blared next to them. They both jumped, Mitch focusing on the traffic and Kelly turning to wave at the trucker going by that was suddenly moving the same speed they were and looking in her window. She pulled her tank top together and let her breasts fall free on either side. Another blare from the horn and then Mitch sped up as traffic started creeping up behind him."I think he liked that," Kelly pointed out. She adjusted the seat belt strap to rest between her now exposed.