A Not So Relaxing Massage

Cindy begins with soft, steady pressure on Kitty's shoulders. Her hands drift lower. They trace the dip of the waist, skim over the curve of the hip, and slide back up again. Kitty's breath catches. Her skin warms under those wandering fingers. Soon every stroke lingers, each one heavier than the last, until the quiet room fills with the sound of quickened breathing. The massage has turned into something else entirely. Two bodies move closer, eager skin on eager skin, heat replacing calm as the blonde gives in to the rising want.