night was over, as far as Lisa was concerned. It wasn't at all unusual to hear tires squealing in front of Lisa's house when her hard and horny date for the night peeled out in anger and disgust, having been left unfulfilled by the sexy little bitch.
Randy's glittering blue eyes roved over Lisa's dark legs, drinking in. her perfection. And what perfection! Lisa's mother was a full-blooded Cherokee, a long tall drink of sensuality. She had passed along her dark features to her daughter, features which made Lisa look mysterious and smooth beyond belief. Her body moved with catlike grace, with a fluidity that defied description. She could have been a model or an actress, a goddess beyond approach. But she was sitting right there next to Randy, within touching distance. The more he thought about her the more aloof she seemed, and the more desirable.
Even sitting in the front seat of the van he had outfitted strictly for fucking, she looked cool and aloof. It was as if she were the embodiment of
controlled sensuality. It was as if that sensuality were lying in wait like an animal, waiting to devour any male who strayed into her trap, and yet refusing to spring the trap, creating an unbearable tension that made Randy's nuts ache. She knew that Randy was undressing her with his eyes, and he knew that she knew. But still she sat there as if in church, as if fucking were the farthest thing from her mind. It was enough to drive a guy up the fucking wall! And then it struck him. He suddenly knew what it was about her that was driving hint wild inside. The sudden realization left him stunned.