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Linda's Gift, Part One
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Linda's Gift
by
C. Howie Humpzer
It isn't every day one celebrates his twenty-fifth
birthday. And, luckily, I wasn't the only one who felt this
occasion special.
Linda, my girlfriend, had racked her poor brain trying
to come up with that "special" gift for me. She hadn't been
having much luck either. Whenever we were together she would
try to determine just what it was that would thrill me beyond
comprehension by asking inane questions like "If you knew you
were going to die tomorrow, what would be the one thing you'd
want to have more than anything else in the world?"
"Clean underwear" I answered, but I don't think that was
quite the response she had in mind.
Anyway, it went like this every day until the big one
finally arrived. Though each day throughout her search she
had been somewhat subdued, even a little depressed at her
inability to unearth my gift, I must say that on my birthday
her mood changed. She was giddy and could hardly contain
herself. It was obvious to me then that her long awaited
brainstorm had finally struck. This was going to be no
ordinary birthday party.
Ever the sly one, Linda invited me out to an early
movie. No dinner, just a movie. O.K., I thought, at least
this way our friends would know exactly how much time they
would have to set up my surprise party. I couldn't help but
smile at Linda's thinking she could fool me with such a
ridiculous ruse.
The appointed hour arrived as did Linda, at precisely
six-thirty that evening. She knocked on the door, more for
effect than to gain entry (she had her own key). And what
an effect! As I opened the door there stood, framed in the
opening, an apparition of such loveliness that my heart began
to race, sending that warm tingle of lust in a southerly
direction.
Now I knew why I hadn't heard from her since early that
Saturday. It was obvious that she had spent the entire day
at a salon preparing for our date. She looked sensational
from head to toe. Her long chestnut hair was done in loose,
soft curls which gently cascaded over her shoulders, framing
her oval face and giving it an elegance I must confess I
hadn't seen before. Her eyes, huge and brown, which had
always betrayed her soul to me, were now transformed into
smouldering, sexy ornaments which hung beneath elaborately
decorated lids in shades of green and grey. Her lashes were
long but not heavy and her brows shaped to frame them
perfectly. Her cheeks wore a slight blush making them look
as soft as I knew they were. And her lips...God those lips!
A woman's beauty is the sum of her parts but some parts have
higher point values than others. And so it is with Linda's
lips. She has lips as full and sensuous as any you'll ever
see on any woman. So you can understand why I was more than
delighted to see them painted with that sort of deep red
gloss that you might see a model wear in a Robert Palmer
video. Evidently, she was delighted to see that I was
delighted as those wondrous lips curled into one of her
trademark ear-to-ear grins revealing her gleaming white
teeth. I stood back to take in the rest of her.
Turning my gaze downward, I saw that she was wearing
her full-length leather coat which hung open to reveal an
outfit that was new to me. She wore a champagne colored
blouse of silk which flattered her breasts to say the least.
She complemented it with the gold necklace I had bought for
her last Christmas. With the silk blouse she wore a dark
brown leather skirt which was rather tight and rather short;
an item of clothing which I was unaccustomed to seeing her
in. I quickly became accustomed, however, when I saw those
lovely long legs of hers protruding from under it. She wore
dark brown stockings and had on matching brown high-heeled
pumps. Add to this outfit assorted jewelry and a provocative
scent, and hopefully you will have some idea of what caused
the enormous erection that now throbbed in my trousers.
Alerted by this warning, Linda stopped posing and
hurried past me into the apartment. With a knowing smile
she grabbed my coat from the arm of the couch and dropped it
across my arm as she sped past me and out into the hallway,
narrowly missing my attempt to corral her into my arms.
Smart girl.
Continued in LNDAGFT2.STY
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