The following episode happened a while ago and therefore I’m not able to
remember everything with one hundred percent accuracy. Instead, I have
tried my best to reconstruct the content from memory and then filled in the
blanks in the best possible way. I may, however, have exaggerated some of
the details to make the story more enjoyable…
We locked the door to our house and headed for Kelli Ann’s red Jeep
Cherokee. She had inherited it from an old great uncle, who died without
issue about a year earlier. Nobody else wanted it because of the stick
shift. My wife, who had never owned her own car before had struggled a lot
with the clutch pedal before she finally got the hang of it, but she had
mastered the technique expertly and the Jeep had become her dearest
belonging.
While we walked towards the car, I had a great opportunity to contemplate
my better half. Since she started smoking, I felt that she somehow had
become more conscious of her own sexuality. The innocent look she had when
I met her had gradually faded until it was completely gone. In its place
had emerged a stylish, sensual young woman, who wanted to emphasize her
beauty and liked it to be appreciated by other people.
As usual she wore an awesome outfit and that afternoon it was all black. An
elegant, open, three quarter length leather jacket revealed a short, low
cut, snugly fitting satin dress over a pair of long and extremely high
heeled leather boots.
The smell of her sweet perfume mingled with the fragrance from her recent
bath and smoke from her freshly lit cigarette. A small purse hung from one
shoulder, while she carried a large bag with the other hand.
Kelli Ann, who formerly had avoided make up and jewelry whenever she could,
now made sure that she was always well equipped with accessories. In
addition to her wedding band, she had a diamond ring on her right hand and
a pair of sexy gold hoops in her ears. A simple silver charm jangled around
her slim left wrist, while an elegant sapphire bracelet decorated its right
counterpart. She had adorned her eyes with a dark shadow and an even darker
liner, and finished it all off by giving her sultry, bow shaped lips a hot,
red gloss.
She unlocked the doors and we entered the Jeep. Kelli Ann drew deeply on
the cigarette and rummaged around in the purse for her sunglasses. She
finally found them and slipped them on, while the smoke came out of her
nose and mouth in a steady stream.
It was just after 5 pm on a sunny but cool Friday in early October. We had
looked forward to this trip for many weeks. In my opinion, the most
pleasant time of the year to go hiking is the fall when the ground is dry,
and orange, crimson, yellow and brown leaves are still attached to the
trees. It almost seems as if the hills are covered by a multi-colored
blanket. The sky is clear, and the air is crisp and scented with flavors.
Kelli Ann started the engine, put the vehicle in gear, and we had begun one
of our legendary weekend adventures, where the purpose of the trip is as
much the freedom of the road as the destination itself. Over the years we
have made several dozens of them, but if we disregard the fact that I enjoy
my wife’s sexy smoking a helluva lot, this is one of very few that has been
really interesting when seen through the eyes of a smoking fetisher…
As soon as we reached the first stop sign, Kelli Ann took one last check at
her beautifully made up face in the rear view while stealing another
elegant puff from the cigarette. She blew her mirror image a smoky kiss
before she pushed down on the accelerator again and turned up the radio.
Kelli Ann seemed to be hit by a wave of intense pleasure. She dragged
eagerly on her rapidly dwindling cigarette and a “Fuck, this feels so
good!” escaped from her mouth along with a faint curl of smoke. She took
another smooth draw and held it in for a long time before she sensually
exhaled through the nose. She turned her head to smile at me while she
extinguished the cigarette and she paid so little attention to the road
that I was sure she would miss an exit.
But once again I had underestimated her driving skills. While the Jeep slid
comfortably through the curve, I could see that the urge for another
cigarette was strong as she removed a pack of Virginia Slims Menthol Light
120s and a lighter from her purse, which she had balanced on top of the
small center console. With a deft maneuver she put one of the long
cigarettes in her mouth and lit up. Two separate streams of smoke became
visible below her nostrils. When she rolled down the side window a couple
of inches, they merged into one and were sucked out through the opening.
The traffic was pretty busy and I kept stealing glances at Kelli Ann as she
drove. Between drags her right hand would rest comfortably on the stick
handle, so tantalizingly near my left thigh that I could feel the heat from
the cigarette each time she changed gears. It took every ounce of energy I
could muster not to groan out loud.
Kelli Ann just sat in her driver’s seat, pretending to be totally unaware
of the tremendous effect her sexy smoking had on my undercarriage, but her
snug smile revealed that she knew perfectly well what was going on down
there. Every now and then she would glance at me over the top of her shades
with those incredible blue eyes of hers and I would lose myself completely
in the loving stare.
As usual she drove way above the speed limit. The powerful engine purred
gently as the Jeep devoured one mile after another. Kelli Ann had found a
station that played old acoustic guitar tracks and every time she shifted
gears, she unconsciously wiggled her hips slightly, so that the dress slid
yet a little higher up her thighs.
Even though four wheel drives aren’t primarily built for high velocity,
Kelli Ann is a superb driver who particularly enjoys releasing the Jeep’s
horse power on narrow, winding, two lane country roads with her blonde hair
flying freely in the wind from the open window while drawing steadily on a
cigarette.
She was doing fifty around a sharp bend when she decided to change gears by
pushing down a stilettoed boot, some how operating the clutch. She had
locked the almost spent cigarette firmly between her fingers and focused
all her attention on me; she didn’t even glance ahead as we roared onward!
She finally turned her head away from me and casually exhaled a plume of
thick smoke through the window before throwing the butt the same way. The
remaining smoke in the Jeep was quickly dissipated by the breeze.
A little later my wife left another white cigarette hanging between her red
lips while she fidgeted with the lighter to get it lit. She took a long
drag, inhaled deeply and let the smoke out slowly before she started to
play with the radio and flipped through the stations, unable to find
anything suitable. Finally she heard one of her favorite songs, closed the
window, and began to sing along. I sat in silence; listening in awe to her
beautiful voice, while the air in front of me soon became filled with smoke
from her halfway forgotten cigarette.
I turned my head towards her again and watched as she finally lifted it to
her mouth for another hungry drag; holding the smoke in her chest for an
eternity and a half. Then she exhaled, slowly and sensually. The radio
played another great song, so she turned the volume a notch higher and sang
at the top of her smoke filled lungs.
When the tune ended, I suggested that it was time for something to eat.
Kelli Ann tipped her head back and released another one of her long,
luxurious exhales. “You’re always hungry, Vince,” she teased as she pulled
off the highway. For the first time I noticed that her voice had started to
lose its clear smoothness and instead gained the slightest trace of a sexy
huskiness from all the cigarettes. This turned me on even more.
Much to Kelli Ann’s dismay we only found a fast food joint, so she smoked
her way through my meal at a table overlooking the ocean. The late autumn
sun cast increasingly longer shadows over everything until it disappeared
under the horizon. My wife hadn’t done her nails before we left so as she
waited for me she painted them bright red. When she had finished she
retrieved what was left of the cigarette from the ash tray, flicked the ash
off the end, and took a long, slow drag.
We returned to the car and continued our epic journey, Kelli Ann pushed the
sun glasses up into her hair and the scenery became more interesting since
the harvest moon was already high in the clear sky and lighting the fields
with its mystic, silvery beams.
We were so lost in conversation that neither one of us noticed that the
tank was almost empty. Finally Kelli Ann stubbed out her cigarette and
stared at me. “We need to find a gas station quickly, Vince,” she said and
grabbed another one of her Virginia Slims. God, she looked so fucking
gorgeous in her black leather jacket with that unlit cigarette in her mouth
as she reached for the lighter!
Luckily a sign indicated that there was a gas station at the next exit and
we soon stopped by a pump. Kelli Ann shut off the engine and after
squeezing the butt into the over filled ash tray, she grabbed her purse,
opened the door and climbed out of the vehicle. When she had topped off the
tank, she walked into the small office to pay.
Back in the Jeep Kelli Ann started the engine and pulled out her pack of
cigarettes, lit one, and took a deep drag as the car accelerated down the
ramp towards the highway. She rolled down the driver’s window but the wind
blew a strand of hair into her face, so she impatiently brushed it aside
before closing the window again. Instead, she sexily exhaled stream after
stream of bluish smoke directly at the windshield while the business end of
the cigarette snaked tiny, almost invisible wisps up into the murky
twilight. Before she finished it, she lit a second one off of it.
After a long climb we finally arrived at the Park Hotel. I followed her
eyes as they darted from side to side; looking for an empty parking place.
Kelli Ann’s lips cracked in a wide grin as she noted a vacant space just in
front of the reception. “I’ll park here,” she said happily. She stood on
the brake pedal and the sturdy SUV bounced violently to a grinding halt.
She quickly unbuckled, slung the purse over her shoulder and we exited the
Jeep with our bags.
The ice cold mountain air immediately hit us. Kelli Ann shivered
uncontrollably in her bare thighs as she tried desperately to increase the
pace of her already hasty steps. When we approached the entrance, a young
man on his way out politely held the door open. A clattering “thank you”
escaped through my wife’s grinding teeth along with smoke from her final
exhale before she threw away the remains of the cigarette and we entered
the building.
As soon as we had checked in and freshened up a little we decided that it
was time for dinner in the hotel’s informal but appealing restaurant. An
attractive waitress in her mid twenties with a scant, seductive, light gray
western style uniform and her brown hair elegantly curled up into a spiral
led us to a small table in a secluded part of the smoking section. There
was a candle on the table next to a large ash tray and a beautiful vase
with a spray of flowers.
I enjoy any kind of food as long as I can look at my beautiful Lady Kel
while eating it, but I have to say that this meal tasted particularly
excellent. Most of it was spent in silence while we just ate, drank and
savored each other’s company.
The need for another cigarette soon started to prey on my young wife’s mind
and even before she had finished the dessert, her fingers automatically
began to search for the pack in her purse. She took one out and lit up.
Kelli Ann dragged slowly and then quickly snap inhaled. The picture of her
hair flowing in thick, golden waves down her back while the smoke was
streaming slowly and deliberately from her lips has burned itself into my
memory forever.
She swallowed the next puff before politely exhaling a thick stream off to
one side, away from me. Then she looked directly into my eyes, inhaled
again and produced a series of seven perfect smoke rings (oh, yes, I
counted them!) with her head upturned. Her legs were still crossed as she
smiled proudly, and sent the rest of her exhale into the air in a wide and
effortless flow.
When Kelli Ann had finished her cigarette, she quickly lit another before
she excused herself and went downstairs for a visit to the little girls’
room. While the scent of her mentholated exhale still lingered in the air,
my eyes followed her until her head disappeared at the bottom of the steps.
Then my attention was drawn to our young waitress, who was about to exit
the restaurant for a break. Her face was perfectly made up and her big,
braless tits were supported only by a thin top that was totally unable to
conceal her pointed nipples. While walking towards a door marked “employees
only”, she extracted a box of Virginia Slims Ultra Lights and a lighter
from a pocket in her uniform, put a white cigarette between her lips and
clicked the lighter. She sucked eagerly and inhaled the smoke deep into her
lungs. I could see that the exhale flowed enticingly through her pursed
lips before the door closed behind her.
While I had focused on the hot waitress, many people had started to fill
the room and now they began to occupy some of the nearby tables. I have to
admit that never before, and never since, have I ever seen so many
elegantly dressed and sexy young smokers puff away at the same time. The
best of it all was that from deep in the shadows of my alcove I could scan
the room without risking being noticed.
One of them fumbled fruitlessly to open her green box of Salems. She wore
glasses with heavy frames, but the cherry colored lipstick made her look
cute nonetheless. Suddenly an avalanche of mentholated smokes fell out of
the pack and almost buried her lighter. There was a moment of silence
before Salem recovered from the shock and picked up a cigarette. Her lips
closed gently around the white filter while she dug out the lighter and
ignited it. Through the thick lenses Salem gazed into the flame with
enormously magnified eyes as she tilted her head sideways and let the tip
of the cigarette touch the flame. Salem inhaled the smoke greedily before
returning the lighter to the table.
Next to her another girl fished a pack of unfiltered Pall Mall Kings and a
matchbook out of her purse. She placed a cigarette in her mouth and struck
a match. Pall Mall took a short puff and inhaled, then smiled contentedly
as the strong smoke from the full flavored cigarette escaped from her
nostrils on the next exhale.
One chick in a white mini skirt leaned against the bar and she looked
particularly awesome, almost like a sex diva. The color of her eyes was a
strange shade of blue that reminded me of the ocean on a hot summer day.
Her ears held long pieces of turquoise jewelry and from the left profile I
could admire her slightly upturned nose and the smoothness of her skin
around the matching necklace. She pulled a cigarette case from her purse,
thumbed the catch to unlatch it and popped it open with a casual flick
that, despite her young age, indicated that she had done the same movement
thousands of times before. With two polished finger nails she elegantly
extracted a Winston 100 and returned the case to its hiding place with
another fluent, one handed move. Her tongue, moist and pink, slipped out
briefly and caressed her sensuous lips as she wet them, and then she
finally inserted the cigarette between them. Her fingers gradually slid
away from it, until it was held in place only by the gentle pressure of her
lips. It bobbed slightly as she adjusted the position to guide it closer to
her lighter. Winston cupped the other hand to shield the flame against the
strong draft from the doorway, which also threatened to ruffle her
carefully arranged hairdo. I saw her cheeks begin to hollow as she drew on
the cigarette and impatiently pulled the flame into its tip. A moment later
it was lit and she inhaled smoke from the first of many long puffs.
Winston’s inhale was deep and she held the smoke in for several
seconds. Yes, my initial impression had turned out to be correct: Although
still in her early twenties, Winston was clearly not a novice smoker; she
must have developed her sexy habit for quite a long time and by now she was
definitely under Queen Nicotina’s powerful spell. She didn’t even have to
look down at the ash tray while she manicured the tip of her cigarette. She
took another long drag and as she left the bar with her drink to sit down
beside her friends, Winston released several cute, little puffs of smoke in
her wake. How the hell had she learned to do it so sexily?
To my left, three other young smokers had lit up cigarettes, too. One of
them exhaled in a strange way; the smoke just seemed to be crawling out of
her lungs on its own all the time, even when she was ready to take her next
drag.
By the looks if it, one of her table mates must have been too young to buy
alcoholic beverages. She drank a dark liquid that most likely was Diet Coke
and she didn’t inhale from the cigarette she had bummed off her friend. She
just let it smolder limply in her hand, while taking an occasional shallow
puff and immediately blowing out the smoke ungracefully.
This undainty girl didn’t interest me much, so instead I began to take a
better look at the third one, who seemed to be a little older than the
others. Her large, unsupported breasts were so big and firm that they
attracted all the men’s attention. Her skin was well tanned, while her
long, silky, jet black hair was parted low on one side and held in place by
a pink mother of pearl clip.
After pouring herself a glass of wine from a bottle on the table and
finishing her cigarette, she selected a slim cigar from the humidor the
waitress brought her.
Cigar lit up with a match, but she had barely managed to finish the first
drag when her cell phone suddenly rang. “Hello,” she said breathlessly
through a cloud of thick smoke. “Yes, I’m here right now!” Her voice was so
slurred that I’m sure that she must have had more than just a couple of
drinks before she arrived at the restaurant. Cigar hung up the phone and
took a deep drag before starting to freshen up her lips with a gloss that
brought out the pink, and made them appear even bigger and more inviting.
A lanky man with a long, black beard and dark eyes passed by and he
couldn’t help but look at Cigar’s long legs before his piercing stare began
a slow crawl up her eye catching body. A languid puff of her smoke circled
his tall frame and I could hear an irritated cough as the dense exhale
engulfed him. Cigar snickered and I loved watching the way the thick cloud
billowed from her young and seductive lips in near infinite streams as she
continued laughing. Then she sexily wrapped them around the tip of the
cigar again, heaved in the strong smoke, inhaled it as if it were cigarette
smoke and then sent it in a powerful jet after the hastily departing
Blackbeard with another loud giggle as she tossed her hair and tucked a
loose strand behind her ear. Cigar’s boyfriend soon showed up and sat down
beside her.
I continued to follow her every smoking move until someone asked in a loud
voice: “Care to dance?” The words were uttered towards a twenty-something
woman with long, thick braids who, after having lit a Capri, slowly tilted
her head up to look into the eyes of a young man in a business suit who was
hovering over her with a nervous smile on his pale lips. I noticed that
Capri appeared to be a bit more sophisticated than the other girls, with
strawberry highlights in her golden blonde hair. Her honey colored skin was
soft, yet firm. A small, heart shaped birth mark on the right side of her
neck made her look even sexier.
Capri sighed audibly as she demonstratively blew a rejecting cloud of smoke
all over the man’s hopeful face. After having shattered his dreams in this
brutal fashion, she stood up and headed for the bar. Capri took a five
second drag, French inhaled and puffed out an enormous cloud of smoke. She
immediately inhaled again and produced an incredibly thick smoke ring
before continuing her exhale. She actually managed to snake a wisp of smoke
through the circle while walking! Capri approached the bar and a tall glass
of an orange mix, which could very well have been a Singapore Sling, was
placed in front of her. She grabbed it with the same hand that held the all
white cigarette and walked back to her favorite corner.
Capri was slim, with nice breasts and a beautiful face. She was about 5’5,
quite petite and I’m sure that she couldn’t have been more than 22 years
old. She kept the cigarette in her left hand between drags and she French
inhaled frequently. She then took a very long puff and exhaled a tight
plume in an immaculately straight line from her small, glossy lips.
Just then she noticed a blonde man’s gaze and her attention was quickly
drawn away from the burning tip of her cigarette. Without taking her eyes
from him for even a second, she dropped the long cigarette into the ash
tray before it was even half smoked. Capri smiled at the man when she
realized that he was still staring at her while she fished out another
cigarette. Click! A small flame danced on top of her lighter and it was
ignited.
She lifted the drink to her mouth and took a large swallow, then stood up
and left the table with her purse and cigarette. Through the open door I
could see that she stopped in front of a mirror in the corridor, freshened
up her make up and sprinkled a dash of perfume behind her right ear before
taking a quick drag.
When Capri returned, she approached the blonde man with an alluring smile,
reached out for her glass, took another generous sip and nodded in
direction of the couch; asking for him to sit down next to her. Suitor’s
eyes brightened expectantly as he accepted her offer and shifted over to
her side of the table.
He sat down very close to her while slurping slowly at his drink. Capri
quickly emptied her glass in one long gulp and spilled a few drops on her
shiny pink metallic polyester dress, then stood up and walked over to the
bar for a refill. She returned to the table and continued her strange habit
of lighting yet another cigarette while its predecessor was still burning.
Suitor smiled at her while he watched the plume of silvery smoke curl from
her mouth, then gazed at it as it slowly floated upwards.
When they finally went to dance, Suitor got up first and reached down to
help Capri to her feet. While she selected a new cigarette and lit it
hastily from the old one, Suitor put his hand around her waist to steady
her.
Capri blew the smoke out of her nose while they danced slowly alone in the
middle of the room and the amplified voice sang a sad ballad about lonely
hearts…
The song ended and they left the empty dance floor hand in hand. I could
hear laughter as they grabbed their things and moved to a table in the far
corner of the restaurant, where it was so dark that I just barely could see
that they talked while Capri continued her hot smoking.
A tall and slender girl with full breasts and blonde hair hanging loosely
around her shoulders staggered slightly and almost lost her balance when
she swayed past me with her drink. I couldn’t help but shift my glance over
to her, because although quite drunk, her irresistible smile was so fucking
gorgeous; sensual and almost intimidating at the same time. I could see a
black bra through her transparent silver V neck blouse, while the white
skirt emphasized her prominent hips and buttocks. She supported her weight
on the cigarette machine, inserted some coins and pulled the lever. A pack
of Marlboro Reds dropped into the tray. She picked it up and sat down next
to Pall Mall and Salem. Marlboro was about to open her pack when Pall Mall
offered her one of hers and lit it for her. Marlboro inhaled the
unfamiliarly strong smoke far too deep and coughed terribly. Everybody
laughed, even Marlboro. When they finished their drinks and left the
restaurant with their arms slung carelessly around each other, smoking,
singing an old lullaby off key and giggling, all three of them were visibly
intoxicated.
Kelli Ann returned and apologized that she had kept me waiting for so long,
but there were many people downstairs wanting to use the toilets. A few
minutes later I could see it for myself, when I queued up for the men’s
room. The line outside the ladies’ private quarters consisted of not less
than five sexy smokers. And as if that wasn’t enough; to my right, a dark
skinned gal with a great body and long, light brown hair exited the holy of
holies with a cigarette already lit in her hand. She brought it up to her
mouth for a deep drag and I could clearly smell the burning tobacco through
her perfume for the short moment her hazel eyes met my grey. Then she had
walked past me.
At the beginning of the queue a short blonde was talking to a much taller
brunette and she punctuated each word with smoke from her exhale. When the
other girl turned around and revealed her attractive face, I saw that her
pouty, oriental lips held a slim, brown cigarette (most likely a More). The
smoke swirled hypnotizingly between her extended puffs. She took another
long, erotic drag, inhaled and closed her eyes as she let the smoke slither
out slowly through her gorgeous, slightly parted lips, while the cigarette
still sat delicately upon them. Except for the hopelessly 80s hair style,
More is truly one of the most glamorous and exotic smokers I have ever
seen!
The brunette bombshell went inside to do her things behind closed doors and
I kept looking at Blondie as she continued her seductive smoking. She took
a huge drag and before entering the toilet when it was her turn, she left
the less than half smoked cigarette burning on top of a soda can that
someone had placed near the rest room door. She stopped close to me with
one hand on the knob, pursed her lips teasingly and blew the remaining
smoke directly up into my face, extremely slowly, all the while staring me
straight in the eye. She was so sassy that the words “aspiring hooker”
automatically formed in my brain.
This couldn’t go unnoticed.
“OK, my little minx, it’s show time!” I said and grabbed Blondie’s wrist to
stop her from slipping through the door. Then I picked up the abandoned
cigarette and pressed it firmly back between her full lips. With a soft
“Keep on smoking, honey,” whispered directly into her left ear I gave her
foxy little butt a gentle push and she moaned loudly as her legs inside the
form fitting pants carried her into the adjoining room with a few awkward,
unbalanced steps. The other guys waiting in line must have looked
disdainfully at me, but I was only concerned about Blondie’s reaction, so I
didn’t even bother to look at them. The girl didn’t disappoint me. While
most others in her (shiny black) shoes probably would have been pissed like
hell, Blondie just turned her head towards me, while a naughty smile curled
around the cigarette. The long ashes fell quietly to the floor and deeply
inhaled smoke started to stream from her nose. Before the door closed, I
managed to see her take another huge drag and as she exhaled again, Blondie
looked at me with badly concealed lust in her glazed, tipsy and slightly
blood shot eyes. I remember that her pupils were huge and the irises had
exactly the same grey color as the smoke from her cigarette. Then the door
to the men’s room opened, a man came out and it was my turn to enter.
I came back to the alcove just in time to witness Kelli Ann take one last
drag and blow smoke out of her nose, before smashing out the butt in the
ash tray. She immediately reached down for another cigarette, placed it in
her mouth and lit up. She took a long, satisfying drag, filled her lungs
with nicotine and then exhaled the smoke through her nose again. After
blowing her long bangs away from her face with a powerful jet of smoke, she
glanced at her watch.
“Do you want to leave already?” I asked, a little bit disappointed.
“Yes, Vince, I think that it’s time to go to bed now,” she nodded and drew
deeply on her cigarette again. I could hear a soft “pop” as she removed it
from her lips. She smiled at me and fluttered her eye lids sexily a couple
of times while she puffed out a tremendous amount of smoke through relaxed
lips, then picked up her purse from the table and took another generous
drag on the way over to the elevator. We went to our room and promptly fell
asleep.
The next morning we got up very early, fueled up with a healthy breakfast
and walked into the basin to do some exploring over by the spring, which is
located in the flatter area of the park. I noticed that Kelli Ann’s hair
was loosely tied back into a braid and in the rush to get out of the hotel
she hadn’t paid much attention to how she was dressed. She just wore the
same dark red hooded sweater, black yoga pants and white track shoes she
had put on when she got up. But she laughed and told me that for once she
didn’t mind looking like a slob.
As we started walking, she lit up another cigarette among the trees, took a
long, hard drag and sucked the smoke deep into her chest before she blew
out a thick, grey trail. God, how I loved to see her smoke, even in those
baggy clothes and without any make up. I recall thinking that it must be
good for her lungs to inhale some fresh air in between all that nicotine.
She took one final drag before tossing the cigarette onto the slick grass;
still wet from the morning dew.
After lunch we felt that we were ready to embark on the main attraction:
the wild and infamous boot trail. This particular hike is one of my
favorites and for a long time I had wanted to share the experience with
Kelli Ann, who hadn’t tried the route yet. She stared up towards the
towering mountains in silence; making the last drag of her cigarette extra
long.
Despite her smoking, she still works out almost every day and to be honest,
I am a little overweight and not so very fit anymore, so I had to struggle
quite a bit not to let her notice that I actually had a hard time keeping
up with her pace. Therefore, I was more than happy when she suggested that
we made a quick rest half way up the slopes, just before the track passed
below some huge, threatening and overhanging rocky outcroppings.
We had barely begun the next leg of the trek when I suddenly told Kelli Ann
to stop. I saw some branches move and I thought that maybe a bear or a wolf
could be too close for comfort, but instead two squirrels jumped out of the
bushes and came to within a few feet from us. They probably were so tame
because they used to receive yummies from the tourists all the time. Kelli
Ann took a long, loving drag on her cigarette and a circle of smoke spun
around her head before she bent down to have a closer look at them. She
breathed in again and a quarter inch of ash measured the intensity of her
craving. Several of the pictures I took show Kelli Ann and the small, furry
friends enveloped in a thick cloud of smoke.
After another hour of steep incline we finally reached the lookout point
and took some more photos. From up here one can almost see the entire park
and the view is breath taking, to say the least, with spectacular cliffs
and water falls in all directions. Plus, we were lucky to be there on a
clear and perfect day! Far away in the distance we could even spot a
stretch of coast line and the sun lit ocean. In the midst of all that
beauty Kelli Ann took a deep drag, sat down next to where a thundering
cascade dropped over the edge of a sheer rock face and waved her cigarette
to nobody in particular. With her legs dangling over the several hundred
feet abyss she continued to gaze towards the horizon. Then she turned her
head my way and through a haze of smoke she thanked me for bringing her
along.
The return leg of the walk was also very nice, except for the fact that the
trail had become a bit more crowded than we had expected. Almost at the
very end we met two other young couples on their way up who stopped and
asked us if the trip was worthwhile. We strongly recommended the hike and
talked with them for some minutes. It turned out that while Fran was a
model, her husband Brian made a living as a used cars salesman. They held
hands all the time. Rose was pregnant and she had moved in with her
musician boyfriend Ben only a few months ago.
Fran started to fumble for her cigarettes, but changed her mind when she
was offered one of Kelli Ann’s. While my wife quickly filled her lungs with
smoke and hastily blew it out in a long cone, Fran smoked more lazily;
taking slow, luxurious drags and savoring the mentholated flavor intensely.
She waved her hand in a futile attempt to fan the smoke away from Rose’s
face, but the petite geology student sniffed in the odor with obvious
pleasure and followed the other girls’ smoking with exaggerated interest.
She told us that she had finally managed to quit recently, but she would
most definitely start again as soon as the baby was born.
I looked at the smoke rising up from the cigarette held in Kelli Ann’s
slender fingers. Between some casual drags she toyed sexily with it. While
looking at me with a wicked grin, she let the smoke drift slowly skyward
from her lips.
Fran sucked so hard on her cigarette that I could see the tip glow
brightly, even in the sunny daylight. She played with the smoke in her
mouth, then tilted her head to the side and exhaled through the corner of
her lips in an attempt to let the smoke escape far away from her friend.
When the girls had finished their cigarettes, we said goodbye and returned
to the hotel. We arrived at around 6:30 pm, just in time to witness the
spectacular sunset from a bench on the back porch. Kelli Ann took a final
drag and threw the cigarette over the railing, where its cinders glowed
like fire flies all the way down to the bottom of the deep ravine. Smoke
spiraled from her mouth when she exhaled and it drifted up towards the
orange sky in a frothy plume. We continued to watch the incredible scenery
for a while longer.
After a shower and some rest we teamed up with our recent acquaintances
around a large table to enjoy a wonderful dinner and some wine, before
ordering coffee and liqueur in the almost empty restaurant.
Inevitably Rose cast envious looks at the other girls as soon as they lit
their first cigarettes. She was desperate for a fix and to battle the
strong urge to join them she chewed Nicorette gum non-stop. She really
impressed me when it turned out that she actually was strong willed enough
to hold her ground.
I noticed that the tough, little fighter had high cheek bones, pink lips
and short, silky smooth hair with side swept, asymmetrically cut bangs. It
was so light blonde that it almost looked white in the dim light. Although
her pregnancy didn’t show yet, she wore a round necked dress over boring,
but comfortable brown lace up shoes and she had put on too much eye shadow
for my taste. I can almost swear that her eyes had been green earlier, but
now they were clearly blue, so either she was wearing tinted contacts or
she is one of very few people whose capillaries of the irises give their
color a different appearance depending on the amount of blood that flows
through them. Due to this strange condition it seems as if the eyes change
color when affected by light or moods.
I told Ben that he should be proud of his fiancée’s steadfastness. He
looked at me with his brown eyes and nodded. He had bushy brows and dark,
shaggy hair. It was fairly long, but still much shorter than mine. He had
kept the tan boots from the hike, but changed into a khaki hooded top and
jeans.
My gaze shifted to the heavier built Brian, who had blue eyes, short, dirty
blonde, curly hair and thin lips. Under the unflattering, bulky, white suit
I could see a white polo shirt and he wore ditto colored shoes.
I finally had a closer look at Fran, whose long legs, slender body,
striking, oval face, stunning green eyes and full, sensual lips really
should be more than enough attractive attributes to ensure her a great
career in the modeling business, but in addition she also had a secret
weapon: her medium length, chestnut hair! The last time I saw her, it had
been braided anonymously into two pig tails, but now it hung down freely in
a cute bob. Wow! She looked so much hotter with that hair style, almost
like a different person; dressed in a dark green sweater, tight beige pants
and gorgeous, black suede, peep toe and kitten heeled stilettos.
“Normally, I don’t wear anything on my lips, since I’m allergic to most
products…,” I heard her say to Kelli Ann in her sultry, southern smoker’s
voice, “…but tonight I thought that maybe some ruby gloss would look
classy and appropriate.”
Almost as if she was illustrating her last statement, she opened a pack of
Lucky Strikes and gently balanced one in her beautiful mouth. Her lips
formed red curves above and below the filter before her tongue slowly moved
it sideways to an off center position. Once again I couldn’t avoid thinking
how much sexier an already attractive woman looks as soon as a she gets a
cigarette in her mouth…
Brian clicked his wife’s lighter and brought it up to her eagerly waiting
cigarette. Fran took a huge initial drag, inhaled and let the smoke slowly
slide out of her mouth. As usual she kept her exhale as far away from Rose
as possible.
Kelli Ann knew very well the impact Fran’s hot smoking style would have on
me, so she felt compelled to follow suit. She kept the next puff deep down
in the lower regions of her lungs until she finally was forced to release
the smoke and she chose to do it in a long, razor sharp stream. I was not
the only man staring at her when she closed her eyes, took another draw and
breathed in deeply. Each time she inhaled, her full breasts rose, and they
only receded to their former position when the smoke started to swirl
around her face and created a halo that levitated upwards. Her hip touched
mine and some seconds later I could feel a shoeless, stockinged foot brush
sensually against my calf.
I moved so close to her that even through the predominant smell of tobacco
and her alluring perfume; I could clearly feel the odor of strong alcohol
on her breath. She was dressed in a red silk gown and high heeled sandals.
Her hair was styled in a Spanish updo, which revealed that a pair of long,
dangly, dazzling sapphire drop earrings performed a sparkling dance on her
smooth, bronze skin whenever she laughed or moved her head. The unicorn
pendant on her silver necklace had already started to play peekaboo from
inside her voluptuous, V shaped cleavage. One hand had a firm grip around
her drink, while the other held the cigarette loosely between the tips of
two fingers.
It didn’t take long, however, until she had lifted it up to her mouth and
drawn hungrily on it again. This time she purposely exhaled the cloud
directly in my face and everybody laughed, except Rose, who demonstratively
sulked while pouring more milk into her coffee. “I’m not allowed to drink
alcohol and now I can’t even smoke, either!” she mumbled bitterly. “Fuck,
Ben, I’m dying for a smoke! I really am! I need a cigarette! Please go and
buy me a pack of Winstons!”
“You know very well that you can’t smoke while you’re pregnant, sweetie,”
her fiancé said quietly, “but I knew that this moment would arrive, so I’m
prepared!” He extracted a pack of nicotine patches from his pocket and
grabbed her arm. Rose leaned heavily on him and sobbed gently while he
attached a patch.
“I think that it’s time for us to call it a day,” said Ben and helped his
pregnant girlfriend to her feet. The rest of us agreed, and in the elevator
we all hugged and wished each other good night.
I was already lying in bed when my wife returned from the bathroom to put
on a private strip show for me. While she undressed, the cigarette dangled
as she dragged, inhaled and let the smoke escape in a series of very sexy
nostril exhales. This aroused me tremendously, and I felt my cock harden
when she took an enormous drag and finally brought the lipstick stained
filter away from her mouth. A huge, creamy ball appeared instantly before
she suddenly snapped it back into her lungs. She held the smoke deep inside
for as long as it took her to unhook her bra and throw it away. Kelli Ann
then released a thick stream before she slid down beside me, took off her
panties, blew more smoke my way and spread her legs wide open in an
inviting gesture…
On Sunday morning we woke up late, relaxed a bit and enjoyed a room service
brunch around 11ish. Then we packed our things and paid the bill. The
receptionist told us that the other couples had checked out and left many
hours ago. As we pulled out of the canyon, Kelli Ann looked lovingly at me
and reached down with slow casualness to pick up the almost empty soft
pack. Her blonde mane was restrained by an elastic band and her skin was
radiant. Just before the dark shades slid down from her hair and blocked
her blue eyes from my view, I noticed that her make up let them stand out
in a perfect way. She wore blood red pants that puckered around her private
parts and showed the contour of her camel toe, while her white shirt was so
tight that it was about to burst open at the top. The two garments were
held in place by a cowboy style belt with a Batman buckle.
She pressed in the car lighter before she elegantly shook out a cigarette
and placed it between her lips. As soon as the lighter popped out, she
moved the glowing end to her cigarette. She curled up a smile around it
before she inhaled.
As always, the Jeep obeyed the command of Kelli Ann’s high heeled right
foot’s strong, even pressure on the accelerator. It responded by keeping
our speed well above the limit. When my wife had finished her cigarette,
she crushed it out and flipped the visor down to keep the sun away just as
we reached the highway.
About an hour later we made a stop at a gas station. After filling up the
Jeep, Kelli Ann picked up her purse and we began walking towards the
entrance. We pushed open the heavy door and were met by a rush of stale,
climate controlled air. Kelli Ann gave the attendant a quick smile and took
a carton of cigarettes from a display next to the counter. While her card
was being approved, she glanced over her shoulder at a small group of men
in blue overalls, black leather boots, differently colored flannel shirts
and faded caps, whose conversation had stopped abruptly with slack jaws the
very moment she stepped inside. Obviously these woman-deprived, veteran
lumberjacks were working even on a Sunday and having their lunch break at
the gas station, the only civilized spot for miles around. Kelli Ann smiled
politely at them and as she bent over to sign the receipt, she purposely
made sure that her cute little ass wiggled just enough to keep the old dogs
from closing their mouths again…
Back in the Jeep, Kelli Ann opened the carton, put one pack in her purse
and stacked the rest neatly inside the console. She gunned the engine, but
as we were about to leave the parking area, her eyes seemed to be fixed on
the old timers, who now had exited the building and were headed for a
shabby, double cabin pickup truck, presumably to continue their work
somewhere deep in the wilderness. They all smoked, but one of them
performed a strange ritual that had caught my wife’s observant eye. Before
lighting his cigarette, he had broken off the filter.
“Wow! That looks so cool! I want to try it, too!” she exclaimed as she
copied the lumberjack’s trick. She put the undamaged end between her lips.
“Thank you, Vince,” she said as I clicked the lighter. Then she pulled
greedily. Without the filter’s resistance, she rapidly sucked more than a
quarter inch off of the cigarette and then inhaled deeply. Too deeply! A
series of heavy coughs shook her well-filled and athletic body when much
stronger and harsher smoke than she was used to tried to enter her lungs in
huge amounts. But it suddenly came curling back out of her nostrils in
thick, mostly uninhaled bursts and the gray haze in the Jeep became even
denser than before, while the vehicle swerved and jerked. I grabbed the
steering wheel just in time and we barely missed a light pole before Kelli
Ann started to regain her posture. She had tears in her eyes, but nothing
could stop her from trying it again and the tip brightened as she took
another drag. She was, however, much more careful this time.
“It gives you an extra kick, but I think that I will go back to smoking my
cigarettes in a normal way,” she finally gasped as she snubbed out her
first and only attempt to smoke a non filtered version of a Virginia Slim.
She tossed her golden locks back over her shoulder just as we reentered the
highway and the sun disappeared in the horizon.
“It looks much better, too. With a long, white, filtered cigarette in your
hand, a picture of you could easily be a Virginia Slims ad in a woman’s
magazine.”
“Do you really think so?” she asked and arched one eye brow, like she
didn’t quite believe me.
“That filterless stunt of yours could have got us killed, Kel,” I
continued.
“Yeah, I know, but I just had to taste the difference. It looked so awesome
when that lumberjack did it!” she admitted, laughing as she started to
prepare her next cigarette and she gave me a heart stopping smile before
she puffed it to life. It looked so perfectly natural in her hand, held
carefully between two fingers. I never grow tired of watching the lipstick
on her filter and the way she props it up while bending her wrist.
She followed my stare and glanced down at her cigarette, too, before she
took another hungry drag, inhaled with a deep breath and looked at me for a
long time over the top of her shades. Then she exhaled slowly and her eyes
slid back to the road ahead.
We eventually pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant. Just before
entering the place, my wife sucked the last out of her cigarette and
dropped it to the ground. I heard a sizzling sound when it hit a puddle.
It was dim inside and it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust properly.
An unusually tall and skinny waitress walked over to seat us and give us
the menus. She wasn’t really that old, but with her narrow face, long neck,
short, unkempt hair and beady eyes set close together under heavy brows,
she actually looked like a ferret. Even her musky smell reminded me of a
rodent. What a contrast to her attractive colleagues at the hotel.
“Marinated king prawns with chili sauce…and a beer,” I said and looked at
Kelli Ann.
“Mixed green salad, lemon peel dressing and ice tea.” The ugly waitress
nodded and walked off. I glanced over at Kelli Ann as she let her breath
out in a long sigh and reached for a cigarette. We didn’t even bother to
ask if we had been seated in the smoking section.
We were back on the road again just in time to witness the glow from the
sun starting to fade and stars soon began to surface, one by one, until I
could see hundreds of brilliant points on the Milky Way’s celestial canopy
overhead.
Kelli Ann tapped ash, brought the cigarette back to her lips and snapped
the smoke open mouthed into her lungs. A thick cloud was followed by a
sultry French inhale. Although I tried desperately, this time I couldn’t
prevent my cock from twitching in my pants.
I knew that it was too dark for Kelli Ann to see the movement, but somehow
she still must have felt it, because her hand found exactly the right spot
and my dick quickly grew bigger under the gentle strokes from her slender
fingers. She looked at me again and said playfully: “I have a certain
feeling that I’m really getting you aroused!”
She continued to French inhale and exhale in a diversity of sexy ways. The
tip flared brightly and lit her eyes every time she took a drag. “Please
let me know if I’m making you uncomfortable, Vince,” she said jokingly as
she finished her cigarette. “Why don’t you unzip your pants and let the
bird out of the cage?” She didn’t wait for my answer, but literally took
the matter in her own hand. My almost completely erect manhood sprang free
from its confines and it soon swelled to its maximum extent under her
expert caresses. But just as I was about to explode, she let go of my
shaft, lit another cigarette and toyed with it. I sat flabbergasted in my
seat and could hardly believe my eyes. Where on earth had this hot, smoking
seductress with such a nifty sex drive come from?
“Doesn’t it turn you on when you see smoke flow softly from my sexy lips,
Vince?” she teased and winked at me while blowing smoke rings. But before I
could collect my brain to stammer anything, she had already pulled over,
stopped the engine, unbuckled her seat belt, taken another huge puff and
started to give my laden prick a smoky make over. Holy Moses; that was it!
Hot sperm shot up the length of my pecker and erupted wildly inside her
mouth as Kelli Ann chuckled, but continued her deep throat blow job! She
moaned softly as cum began to leak out through the corner of her lips along
with some smoke. Finally, she lifted her head from my crotch and my balls
emptied the rest of their load all over her face! I opened the glove
compartment and grabbed some paper tissue, but she stopped me and indicated
that she wanted to lick the sperm off my glans first. When I finally was
allowed to wipe her face clean, she clasped the smoldering cigarette
restlessly between her fingers while waiting for an opportunity to take the
next drag.
“Now it’s your turn, Vince!” She didn’t have to say that twice. Almost
before she had finished her sentence, I had released Batman and his cowboy
band, and sent them on a forceful flight to the rear of the Jeep,
unbuttoned her pants and buried my lips deep in the heart of her misty rain
forest. She moaned again when I started to suck her swollen clit while
squeezing my hands under the tight shirt to grope her fabulous tits. She
was already so aroused that it only took a few seconds before her body
spasmed in the first of many orgasmic contractions. Throughout the entire
ordeal I could feel and hear that she was smoking furiously. I found it
increasingly hard to breathe through my partially blocked nose, but I
ardently continued my night shift at the entrance to her dripping, steaming
hot love tunnel until she finally went limp. My eyes were stinging, my ears
were ringing and I swear that I could hear angels singing as I gasped for
air and looked up just as she exhaled a monster plume, which added
considerably to the already pretty dense smoke in the Jeep. I was shocked
to find out how thick it really was when I opened the door to let in some
fresh air and the smoke was drawn out of the car like a torrent of water in
a raging mountain stream.
I was in charge of the radio for the rest of the trip, which was rather
uneventful. We only stopped once, to have a quick snack. Kelli Ann was so
relaxed that she obeyed the speed limit for a change. After a while we fell
silent and I may even have dozed off a little, while she let the Jeep bring
us safely back home. Most of the time I rested my eye on her hand, where
one cigarette after another lazily burned itself to ashes between the index
and middle fingers. But the twinkle in her eye, lit by the faint glow each
time she lifted the hand up to her sensual lips and took a long, satisfying
drag, inhaled and slowly exhaled the smoke, told me that she was enjoying
the trip just as much as I was…