The cool night air gently caressed Cheyenne's face as she stepped outside, making her shiver and take in a long breath. Her skin felt tingly, like she was glowing all over and had just woken up from a several hour nap. Wow, i can't believe how incredible that felt, she thought, recalling the hypnotizc rhythm of the massage.

One thing that struck her was how the touches felt; she had experienced massages in the past from men, and they could be less than gentle at times. Even her experiences with female masseuses felt different somehow, less aggressive, but less caring as well. Jocelyn's strokes felt like she was somehow connecting...