Early morning sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains covering the window in Alyssa Keading’s room. Alyssa, still blissfully unaware of the new day’s arrival, lay sleeping, the sunlight falling on her face, illuminating her naturally pale skin until she seemed to glow with the morning’s light. As the early hours of the morning wore on, she began to stir, shifting her position repeatedly in the quest for comfort and a few more minutes of blissful unconsciousness.
Her quest was abruptly cut short as she felt an alien sensation enter her world. At first, her mind, still clouded by sleep, could not identify it. The feeling, a soft, yet insistent, pressure began at her shoulder blades, slowly following the curvature of her spine as it made its way down her back. Stopping at the small of her back, it would rebound, traveling upwards until it reached its starting location and began the process anew. Alyssa’s quickly-wakening mind slowly came to grips with the feeling, finally identifying its origin as a pair of knuckles, slowly moving over her naked back.
Naked Back. The thought brought her fully into the waking realm, her mind snapping alert at the memory of the night before. She turned over quickly in bed, suddenly coming face to face with the source of the ministrations.