Smoking Story - Third Date
Anne and I are on our third date. I invited her over to watch some TV, drink some wine, and talk the night away. Before long, we have gone through a bottle and a half of wine, and the conversation is starting to drift more towards our budding relationship.
Two weeks ago, I noticed a very striking woman smoking a cigarette while standing outside of the office building next to mine. I couldn’t see her well, since I was peeking from my fourth floor window, but nonetheless, a smoking fetisher will seize any opportunity to watch a gorgeous smoker. She finished her cigarette, and went back to work, and so did I. Over the next few days, I would see her smoking occasionally as I would pass by the window.
That Friday, I had a meeting with an IT company, specifically their lead engineer. My company wants some software developed for tracking our inventory across the country, and I’m the project manager on the task. So, the front desk calls me, and lets me know that the engineer is sitting in the conference room waiting on me. I enter the room as I always do, with my hand out to shake. I look up, and it is the woman that I have been spying on for the last few days. I am looking at her from one foot away, and she is far more stunning at this distance than my peeking from across the parking lot, and four floors up. She is dressed in a long black skirt, and a white blouse. This is a normal type of business attire I see daily, but she uses color and her amazing body to really stand out. With the skirt and blouse, she is wearing three inch heels, gold rings on each hand, a gold necklace, and large hoop earrings. She had a pair of thicker black rimmed glasses hanging from a gold chain around her neck. Her hair is cut in a bob, and almost completely black. She is wearing just the right amount of make-up, with very deep, dark red lipstick. Her fingernails are long and painted the same color as her lips. All of that created a prefect contrast together, the black skirt, white blouse, red fingernails and lips, with her white skin. As for her body, it is perfect for the outfit. She is easily 38 DD, and her hips match. She has a healthy bubble butt, and a smaller waist. You could see from her front that the skirt was a tad tight in the front, since her butt was pulling the fabric around in the back. Obviously, those 38 DD were pulling a little on the blouse as well.
All I could think of now was, “Please cock, do not get hard enough for her to see you”. So, I did a quick handshake, and ran to sit down at the table. She talked almost exclusively during the first hour, rambling on about processes, controls, etc. I was so lost in her looks, and those lips of hers. The picture of her inhaling a Virginia Slims 120, just kept going through my head. Occasionally, she would put on the glasses to read from a paper, and my cock would only get harder. She’d wear them at the end of her nose, and look at me from over the top of the rims. There was my dream woman just endlessly rambling on about software development, and didn’t seem the least bit interested in me.
Sometime during the second hour, I decided to go for it. After all, I would kick myself for the rest of my life if I didn’t try to get a date. When she took a pause, I quickly said, “I don’t normally do this, but would you like to go to dinner with me tomorrow night?” Her face went blank, and my heart sunk. The next few seconds seemed like hours. Then she said matter-of -factly, “I don’t normally do this either, but yes.” Immediately she started rambling on again. At his point I didn’t care, I got a yes. I could only think about our date tomorrow night, and nothing else mattered. She ended her ramblings shortly thereafter, and handed me her business card with her address and 7pm written on the back of it. She shook my hand, and darted for the door.
The Anne at the business meeting was all business, however when I picked her up to go to the restaurant, she was very relaxed and let me do most of the talking. She was dress more causally, but definitely still wearing those long red fingernail, and red lipstick. We had a nice dinner, and talked and drank for a couple of hours afterwards. This Anne was a joy to be around, the business Anne, not so much. Sometime nearing the end of our date, I realized that she did not go out for a smoke, or seemed interested in smoking at all. By then, I started thinking I had the wrong woman. I mean it is possible that she was not the woman I saw smoking outside. I just didn’t know. She said she’d see me on Monday, quickly gave me a peck on the cheek, and went into her house. I sat in my car in a daze, not really knowing what to think.
Monday afternoon came, and I had another meeting with Anne. I thought she’d be more relaxed than our last meeting since our date seemed to go well. She was dressed well as always, with those red fingernail and lips. I greeted her by saying, “Where did we leave off?”, which is all she needed to start talking business again. This isn’t the first time I’ve been dumbfounded by this woman, but I’d thought I’d get at least a pleasant greeting, mentioning the date at the least. While I was sitting there trying to figure out what to say, I heard, “I think I understand your business processes, how about coffee tomorrow night?” I jumped at the chance to say yes, and we finished up our meeting without her ever mentioning the date or our future coffee date. As she was leaving I told her to meet me at the coffee shop at the end of the street at 7:00pm. She left without ever saying another word. At this point, I wasn’t as interested in whether she smoked or not, but more interested in her odd behavior.
The next night I met her at the coffee shop, and she was as friendly as our first date. The business attitude was gone. She still looked sexy as hell, but without the rambling or being a little short. We stayed at the coffee shop for three hours. Nearing the end of the third hour, I decided to go for a third date leaving the office out of the equation. If she wanted just business at work, I understood. “Do you want to come over to my house this Friday night, and watch some TV, drink some wine, and just hang out?”, I asked. Her response was a very warm, “I’d love to.” I gave her my address, and told her I’d see her at 7pm. Then she did something that I really wasn’t expecting. As she leaned in to give me another peck on the cheek, I could feel her fingernails ever so slightly dig into my ass. She quickly left, and again I am left looking at her ass walking away from me, as I’m in a daze.
We are back in the present, and she and I are a little tipsy from the wine. She is dressed in the exact same outfit as when we first met: Black skirt, white blouse, three inch black heels, gold rings on each hand, a gold necklace, hoop earrings, deep, dark red lipstick, and red fingernails. Her 38 DD and bubble butt is looking as good as always. I can tell she is trying to turn the conversation towards our odd relationship, but I don’t want to go there yet. I’m thinking she is a little strange, and I’m not sure I want to actually be with this woman, or what type of door this will open. She is definitely eye candy, especially when I picture that VS Slims 120 hanging from her lips.
She says slyly, ”Let play a game.” “What game do you want to play?”, I ask. She explains it’s like Truth or Dare, but with a twist. Each person get to say three things they think is true about the other. The other person must state whether it is true or not. I’m little scared here, on the one hand I could confirm whether she smokes or not, but on the other she could get inside my head with this game.. She says I can go first. Since, I get to say what I think first, I’m going to go for it. I figure I’ll butter her up a little first. Statement one from me: “You’re gorgeous”. She immediate interrupts and says that I cannot say subjective things. It must be a statement that is either true or false without interpretation. Crap, crap, crap…so much for the buttering up. The wine kicks in a little more, so I just say the first three things on my mind:
1. You dug your fingernails into my ass a little the other night
2. You smoke cigarettes
3. You are a closet smoker
Now I am shitting myself over what just came out of my mouth. She looks at me very sternly, and says, “What do you mean my fingernails dug a little into your butt, they should have really dug deep into your butt.”
What the fuck, she tried to really dig in the fingernails. Before I can recover, she starts answering my statements. “Yes I smoke, no, I’m not a closet smoker, and I already answered the butt statement”, she says while calming down. “Hot damn, hot damn, hot damn, she smokes” is repeating in my head, right next to “She dug her fingernails in your ass.” I’m ignoring the closet smoker thing for now. Before I can get those thoughts out of my head to think, she goes. “My turn.” Well, I got what I wanted, how hard can this be? I’m ready for anything. So, I say, “Give it a go.”
“First, you wanted to have sex with me when we first met”, she says directly. Of course I did, so I answer truthfully, “Yes”. She looks unfazed and continues, “You smoke occasionally”. I did use to smoke regularly but over time I became more of a social smoker. I find that it is more enjoyable, plus with having a smoking fetish, it is a little easier to manage. Since, every time I smoke, my mind does wonder to the smoking fetish side. I answer her, “Yes, that is true, but how did you guess that?” “During the first few minutes of our initial meeting, I smelled smoke on you”, she replies. That is correct, I had gone to lunch with a friend, and we smoked while walking back to the office. Now, I’m finding myself actually enjoying this weird game, so I’m ready for her turn to be over. I’m trying to think of three more things to state about her. She goes, “I have one more.”
I am seated on the couch, she is seated across from me in a chair, and there is a coffee table between us. She walks right over to me and gets between the couch and the table. She bends down and puts those beautiful full red lips next to mind, and whispers, “You have a smoking fetish”. I can feel the blood rushing out of my head, and I’m getting faint. How the fuck did she know? So I ask her. “It was easy to figure out when I used to see you staring at me from the fourth floor window”, she responds. Part of me wants to run out of the door, except it’s my own house, the other part of me just can wait to see where this leads.
After a couple of moments, I start thinking, “How in the world did she draw that conclusion from just seeing me watch her smoke?” I gently ask as my voice is shaking. She says, “It takes one to know one.” She continues, “I really enjoying smelling smoke on a man, I love to have a man watch me smoke, but most of all I like to smoke while I fuck.” I am almost cumming listening to her. So, I get bold, “Where would you like me to fuck you?..on the couch?…or up in the bedroom?” Dryly, she says, “None of the above. You’ll cum too damn fast and you’ll have to fuck me two or three times before I get off once. So this is how it’s going to work. Pull down your pants, and sit upright on the couch.” I have my pants off in record time, and I’m expecting a blowjob to cool me down a bit, so I won’t cum so fast on the second round. She throws her purse next to me, and pulls out an ashtray and places it on an end table. As she approaches I realize that she is going to fuck me instead of blowing me. She lifts up her skirt, and she has black garters on underneath, and no panties. Just a beautiful swollen pussy coming right at me, and I feel her hand guiding my cock. Her wet pussy wraps around my cock tightly. She leans over, and whispers next to my mouth, “This outfit got you hard at our first meeting, so I thought it would be a good choice for our first fuck. I didn’t want to change anything, so I just left out the panties. Now, do you mind if I smoke?”
She hands me a lighter, and pulls out a VS Slims 120. She places it perfect between her full lips, right in the middle. My hand is shaking as I try to strike the lighter. After three tries, I get the lighter to fire, and she gentle puts her hands around my hand, and guides the lighter to the end of her cigarette. She takes a quick double pump after lighting, and blows the smoke right in my face. She hasn’t even pumped my cock one time, and I feel the urge to cum. She takes another drag, this time it is a long drag with her cheeks perfect hollowed out, and blows the smoke in my face. Again, she repeats the drag, ending with my face covered in smoke. Every time she takes a drag, she looks like she is giving the end of the cigarette a nice puckered kiss, followed by her cheeks getting hollowed out, and smoke in my face. A flawless lipstick ring stain is forming on the filter of the cigarette.
She starts pumping up and down on my cock. She holds the cigarette between her fingers with her elbow down, her fingers and the cigarette up. She gets in a rhythm between pumping, and puffing on the cigarette. She looks me in the eyes, “I’m not going to kiss you, since I don’t want to fuck up my lipstick. Plus, I know you are getting close, and I want a good cum before you blow your load. So, no titties, ass, or other toys until I get off, got it?” I am definitely getting ready to cum, and it takes everything I’ve got not to give in. “OK”, I answer back. “What if I do cum, before you get off? I’m getting close and you are the hottest smoker I’ve ever seen”, I ask. She says, “You can control your cock, so try harder.”
Now, she is getting close, in-between the pumping and puffing, there is moaning. The moans are getting louder, and her pussy is getting wetter. She is breathing hard and right on edge. She stops pumping long enough to put out the cigarette, and grabs another VS Slims 120. She lights this one. She starts pumping my cock again. She is taking double and triple pumps off of the cigarette. Another flawless lipstick stain forms. She cries, “I’m going to cum, take a puff off of my cigarette and just let the smoke drift in your mouth.” Before I do as ordered, I look into her eyes, and say sternly, “Come on. Pump your pussy faster, I want to feel that ass slamming down on me. Come for me.” After I say that, she gives me that pre-cum fuck face, I know she is seconds from cumming. So I take the puff, and she sticks her very wet tongue in my mouth, and screams in pleasure as she cums all over my cock. I cannot take it anymore, I’m going to cum. Suddenly, she stops pumping. I am right on edge, if anything moves, I’m going to cum. She reaches into her purse, and pulls out those thick black rimmed glasses, and put them on, right at the tip of her nose. “Now the look is complete”, she says confidently. She slowly sits upright, and while still trying to catch her breath takes another puff. She can tell by the look in my eyes that I want to cum long and deep into her pussy. She leans backwards just a little. I can feel her bubble ass now firmly against my balls. She starts pumping, and this time it is for me. She just stares into my eyes just above her glasses, while holding her cigarette, and bumping and grinding her pussy and ass into my groin. The smoke from the cigarette is coming off her fingers and drifting upwards. She takes the hand holding the cigarette, and places it on my chest right below my nose. The strong smell of her smoke is burning my nose and eyes, I’m reaching the point of no returm. Now she looks at me, I’m sure I have my pre-cum fuck face showing, and screams, “I want all of that cum, you better cum so hard I taste that load.” She takes a long cheek hollowing drag off of the cigarette, and blows the smoke in my face as I cum harder than I’ve ever cum before. She puts outs the cigarette, and falls forward into me.
She is lying in my lap, we both are drenched in sweat, and she starts, “I’m sorry for being so aggressive, it is just this fetish thing overwhelms me.” “No need to apologize, I understand completely. I can be very aggressive also”, I reassure her. “I have more than one fetish, sometimes it’s just really kinky thoughts I want to act out, but smoking is just one of them, and since it is the strongest, the other sort of revolve around it”, she says. Actually I do understand. Up until now, I couldn’t figure her out, but it is starting to make sense. I reply, “I have multiple fetishes, and kinky thoughts also, and they do revolve around smoking too. So, I think you and I have some fun in our future.” She warns, “But some of my fetishes, and especially my aggressive side are not very tame, in fact I’m scared you will be put off by them.” I looked into her eyes, and said matter-of –factly, “I could only hope that you are a bigger sex freak than me.” “Don’t worry, I am”, she says playfully and smiles at me. “One other thing”, she continues, “Don’t try to fuck me or try to turn me on when I am doing business, I don’t like it. It is why I acted a little strange during those meetings. If you intentional try either, you will see the other side of my sexual nature.” I am caught between slightly scared, and strangely aroused.
After lying in my arms for a couple of minutes, she whispers, “You did the smoke drifting out of your mouth perfectly, I hope the kiss wasn’t too wet.” In-between deep breaths, I say, “There is no such thing as too wet.” She looks at me and smiles. “Open your mouth for me”, she purrs. As soon as my mouth opens, she put her very wet tongue in. I can taste her smoke, and my cock starts to get hard again. I’m not really sure if it ever started to get soft. She whispers, “It feels like you need a little more pussy. How about I give you a little more pussy, and a titty to suck on this time?” I don’t answer, since she is already fixing her lipstick. She hands me her lighter, and says, “Do you mind if I smoke?” I say no as I strike the lighter. She grabs my hand, and guides it to her cigarette, a More 120. She whispers, “Oh, I meant a little More pussy.”
To be continued…
