She came out of the bathroom, her hair wet and combed back. She was wearing the blue-black negligee which matched her bright blue eyes, and the blue face-mask they got in Venice. The black stockings gently caressed her legs. She was beautiful, as always. He looked at her with admire and passion. He would love to touch her, but tonight is going to be different.
"Are you sure?" she asked. He silently nodded. He blindfolded her eyes. There is no going back now.
He opened the door to the next room. It was dim, lit only by candle light. He took her hand and took her through the door. She held his hand gently as they walked in.
She stood there, still blindfolded. Her breasts slowly going up and down as she breathed. There was a fresh, gentle smell in the room.
The first touch she felt on her face. She trembled as the gentle hands went down her arms. It was the first time in decades she was touched by somebody else. Her heart beat faster and stronger in excitement. The kiss was so soft. She played with the tongue, licking it slowly and bite the other lips. She has not felt so alive in years. The blood pumping through her veins was full of desire. She felt how wet she was becoming.