He pulled the rental car into a field adjoining the dry creek bed. Staring up at the crystal-clear Texas night, he mumbled, "Perfect. A half moon. Just enough light to see and not enough to be seen."
He needed a few more minutes for the moon to reach the perfect height, until it was directly over the path he was going to take, and he'd use those few minutes well.
He closed his eyes, leaned back in the driver's seat and thought about his target. There was nothing spectacular about her, no golden locks of hair spilling over her shoulders, no oversized tits to ogle, no pouty lips to draw you in. But she was spectacular nonetheless.
In his mind's eye, he imagined her long black hair surrounding her tan face, her beautiful face that was punctuated by her bright smile and perky nose. He loved her smile--it filled him with joy every time he saw it.
Her tits weren't big and they weren't small. They were perfect and she seemed to know it. Her standard mode of dress was jeans and a tee shirt, the kind of thin cotton tee shirt men wore, the kind of tee shirt that had skinny shoulder straps and was made out of material so flimsy her nipples were almost entirely visible under it. Maybe it was his imagination, but her smile seemed to get brighter when she caught him staring at her chest. Yes, she knew that her tits were perfect.
And her shoulders! Rarely had a woman's shoulders turned him on so, but there was something about her shoulders. Her shoulders formed a perfect bridge between her slim neck and her muscular arms. He loved women with muscles--not big, bulging muscles, but muscles that gave arms definition. It was her job as a physical therapist that gave her those muscles, her job tending to men and women who could barely function. It had to be depressing work, but her smile never left her face.
But it was her ass that called to him the most, her round, firm ass poured into tight jeans. He reached down between his legs and massaged his rock hard cock, imagining her on her stomach as he took her from behind.
"God," he moaned. "God, how I want to fuck her." The hardness of his prick pleased him for now he was sure he'd be able to go through with his plan. He had never taken a woman by force and had been afraid he'd suffer from a limp dick when the time came. But the throbbing veins assured him it was not going to be a problem.