Archive-name: Couples/lindgft1.txt
Archive-author: C. Howie Humpzer
Archive-title: Linda's Gift - 1


              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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