She sat on the edge of the bed, closely examining two objects which she had placed beside her. The first was a long velvet cord, about 35inches in length, very soft, and in the deepest shade of claret. The second object was a long thin band made in the same soft velvet. About 4inches deep, and 30inches long, but with a Velcro fastening attached to both ends. She let her fingertips run across the smooth fabric, held it to her face, brushed it across her lips, and kissed it tenderly. Smiling, she placed both objects carefully into a small white box, and then placed the box on a wooden chest that stood beside the bed. She knew that he would spot the box as soon as he entered the room, and the significance would be immediate.
It was late when he returned home. At first he thought the house was empty, but after closing the front door behind him, he could see the soft glow from the bedroom upstairs. He quietly padded up the stairs, hoping to surprise her, but found the bedroom softly lit, and empty. He could hear the shower running and knew she was preparing for bed. He took off his jacket and opened the wardrobe to put the jacket in. As he closed the wardrobe door, something caught his eye. On the wooden chest beside the bed – the small white box! He smiled. He momentarily thought about opening the box to discover the contents, but knew she would not be pleased if he peeked. This was a game they had invented some months before. Where the box had come from, it's doubtful that either could now remember, but they took it in turns on special nights to place something in the box. Something that would benefit their already mind-blowing sexual adventures. The presence of the box beside the bed, indicative of the activities that he now realised would occur that night.
She turned the shower off, and stepped out into the steamy bathroom. Using the edge of the towel, she rubbed the moisture from the bathroom mirror. She peered closely at the face that looked back at her, turning her face this way and that, smoothing her hand across the skin under her chin. Feeling the softness, imagining the last time his lips touched there. Her hair hung wet and clung to her shoulders and back, she took a large toothed comb from the shelf in front of the mirror, and began to comb her hair smooth, soaking up the excess moisture with a soft towel. She stopped momentarily, deep in thought, thinking about the evening ahead. She wondered how he would react to the contents of the box. But their relationship was based on deep trust and she felt sure that he would feel comfortable about the contents – at least once the initial shock had passed. She patted her body dry with the towel, sprayed herself with her favourite perfume, and then wrapped a blue silk robe around herself, tying the belt around her waist.
She jumped slightly, as she came out of the bathroom, surprised to find him in the bedroom. He was sat on the edge of the bed. He had removed his tie, and his shirt was casually unbuttoned at the neck. He had removed his shoes and socks and sat bare footed. He stood up as she came into the bedroom and moved towards her. He wrapped his hands round her waist and pulled her close to him, burying his face into her wet hair. She smelled fresh and clean, and he sucked her fragrance into his mind. She looked up at him and gently brushed her lips across his, watching his face as his eyes closed, as that familiar jolt of electricity passed between them.
He was surprised when the kiss didn't continue, and opened his eyes, to feel her pulling away from his grasp. She was smiling and took his hand to lead him back to the bed. She stood in front of him, and touched the first button on his shirt. Her fingers slowly undid the button, and she smoothed the fabric with her hand moving lower to the next button. She did the same again, except this time he felt her hand brush across the skin on his chest, before moving on to the next fastening. His breath had increased at her touch, and he found himself mesmerised by her. She undid each button in turn, and then slowly slid the shirt from his shoulders, touching his skin as she did. Letting her fingertips caress his shoulders, down his arms, his hands, allowing the shirt to fall to the floor. Her eyes focused on the belt on his trousers, and she loosened the buckle, before undoing the button and the zip. Her grasp was firm, and in control. She slid the trousers and his boxers down over his buttocks in one smooth action, pushing them past his knees, allowing him to step free from them. He now stood naked before her. His breathing had become ragged, partly because of his nakedness, and partly because of her gaze on his body.
He felt his cock stir, that familiar twitch that pre-ceded erection. She noticed, too, and the back of her hand brushed over his shaft. She pushed him onto the bed, into a seated position. Moved to the wooden chest and picked up the small box. He watched intently as she lifted the lid and removed the wide piece of velvet. She placed it over his eyes and fastened it at the back of his head using the Velcro. She leaned towards him and peered at the velvet band, checking that he could not see. He could feel her breath against his face, he could smell her aroma. He wanted her lips on his lips. She took a step away from him, and he heard the rustle of fabric. The noise as she slowly undid the belt of her robe, he could imagine the garment sliding from her shoulders. He lifted a hand to her, he wanted to touch her, but she anticipated this, and took a step further away. She let the robe slide quietly to the floor, her body now naked before unseeing eyes. Then silence. She stepped towards him again, and took his hands. She placed them on her waist. His face was in line with her breasts, so close, yet so far. He leaned towards her, and for one fleeting moment he felt the softness of her breast against his lips, but she immediately stepped away, smiling, pulling away from his reach.
