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Linda's Gift, Part Two
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Part 2
All the way to the theatre and until the lights went
down, I couldn't take my eyes from her. It wasn't until
after the movie started that I finally started to realize
that all this; the makeup, the hair, the new clothes; this
was my birthday gift from Linda. She couldn't think of
anything to buy me that was fitting to the occasion so she
had herself giftwrapped (her words later, honest)!
This revelation was confirmed shortly thereafter when
she leaned over and began to coo softly into my ear, "Happy
birthday lover, are you enjoying my gift so far?" And with
that she slipped off one of her shoes and began to stroke my
leg with her stockinged toes. That was all she needed to do
to get my motor running again. My cock swelled up so fast
I could almost hear the blood rushing to it. She
nonchalantly reached over and ever so gently drew her long
red fingernails up the length of the stretched fabric
covering my now wildly twitching dick. I almost forgot that
we were seated in a crowded theatre as I prepared to attack.
But again she sensed disaster and whispered to me to slow
down. I was content to hold her hand tightly and
occasionally rub her warm thigh until the movie was over.
And to this day, I don't even remember what movie we saw that
night.
On the way home, I asked her if she wanted to stop for
a bite. She said she wasn't hungry and that we should just
go back to my apartment. I then remembered my theory about
the surprise party. I felt a little apprehensive at the
thought of being at a party with the most beautiful woman
on the face of the earth when all I wanted to do was make
mad passionate love to her. It was really a strange feeling;
dreamlike, as even conversation which normally flowed between
us as easily as electricity through a circuit, lapsed into
silence as I began to fantasize about what might happen
later.
As I turned my key in the lock on my apartment door,
however, I resolved to enjoy myself as best I could. After
all, these were my friends; good friends who wanted to make
this night special for me. I gingerly entered the room
awaiting the sudden screams which would pierce the silence
at any moment. But all I heard was giggling behind me.
Linda was trying her best not to laugh hysterically at the
sight of me tiptoeing around the living room of my apartment
in the dark like a befuddled burglar. "Surprise" she said
softly, still supressing a laugh. "No party?" I asked. "No
party" came the answer softly as if suddenly she pitied me.
"At least not the kind you were expecting." Instantly I knew
that I was about to receive part two of my birthday gift.
Continued in LNDAGFT3.STY
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