Sandra had never seen another woman naked before. But oddly she felt comfortable and even captivated by her femininity.
Even though she knew that Simone always parked her black raven Cadillac there and often smoked there, too and that it was probably nothing alarming, she'd decided to investigate.
In a different world, she imagined, she was probably an exotic sexual goddess - the true epitome of beauty and a symbol of sexuality.
He couldn’t quite explain what was different – maybe it was how she’d stared at him all day with those big, soulful and curious eyes, as though she could see through him. Or maybe it was the way she’d listened so keenly as he went on about his childhood and how she’d laughed so hard at his jokes. Or maybe how she’d noticed he was nervous because he kept fiddling with a candy wrapper. Or maybe it was how beautiful she’d looked earlier that afternoon, sitting on the bench in the park with her legs crossed, exposing her thick, juicy thighs that were a lighter shade than the rest of her – how she effortlessly drew him in.