<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Richard George on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/richard-george/</link><description>Recent content in Richard George on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/richard-george/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>David and Linda - The Beginning</title><link>/stories/2004/03/10/david-and-linda-the-beginning/</link><pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/03/10/david-and-linda-the-beginning/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David and Linda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;The Beginning
by Richard George
David and Linda - The Beginning by Richard George&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The soft scent of Gardenia perfume remains in my mind as the first impression
of Linda. That and her deep blue eyes held my attention from the moment
we met.  Staring into those pools of blue as I shook her hand I couldn&amp;rsquo;t
help noticing the subtle aroma of gardenia . . .and something else. 
I couldn&amp;rsquo;t place it right then but her perfume affected me and I felt a
stirring in my pants.  She smiled and I thought I saw a hint of desire
in her face as well.  We exchanged the usual pleasantries before we
left for the restaurant.  For a blind date, Linda exceeded my expectations. 
Auburn hair framed her face and accented her eyes.  Her body was well
proportioned and each feature seemed to flow into the next with the perfection
of a sculpture.  The silk blouse she wore helped my male tendencies
to undress her with my eyes.  Her breasts appeared firm even without
the benefit of a bra. Maybe it was the coolness of the evening air but
I couldn&amp;rsquo;t help noticing her nipples were as hard as I was. As she turned
to go out the door I took a long look at her behind.  Her skirt hugged
her hips and buns and gave me a nearly perfect image of them.  The
bottom seam of her blouse formed a half moon line across the middle of
her buns.  The stirring in my loins increased when I realized no panty
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