It was now after midnight and we had been in the restaurant over an hour
and a half. Even though I knew that my meter was running, I didn’t care.
Fran was everything that I had fantasized about and more. As a result, my
little head was pleading with me to let him fuck her panty-less pussy. But,
thankfully, my big head held sway.
Up to this point, the evening had been absolutely wonderful. Then, it
suddenly occurred to me that a major reason why I was having so much fun
with Fran was that there had been long time intervals where I had totally
forgotten about the business arrangement that I had with her. Except for
the brief interrogation that she had given me at the very beginning, and
the equally brief exchange of funds, she never once made me feel like a
client or a customer. She referred to every man that she mentioned as her
“Date”. Just like I was her “Date” for this evening. In fact, she gave me
more undivided attention than I had ever received from my wife and she
treated me with the utmost respect. I, in turn, treated her with the utmost
respect. I made it a point to never forget this lesson that I was in the
process of learning.
Fran finished her cigarette just as our bill arrived. I signed over the
$250 tab to my room number and then I asked her, “Fran, do you feel up for
a little craps?”
Her enthusiasm was genuine when she answered, “Oh yes. I can’t wait.”
While we made our way across the casino, I made a deal with Fran. I’d get
$300 worth of chips and if we ran out, our evening of gambling would be
over. But, if we won, we’d split the winnings 50/50. She seemed thrilled
with this idea. By the time we made it into the vicinity of the tables, all
six were open for business and packed. I prayed that we wouldn’t have to
wait long for a couple openings. Luckily, we only had to wait about 5
minutes before I was able to squeeze into a spot on the end and Fran was
able to take a spot on the side to my right.
We started betting conservatively which was a good thing, because we never
hit more than two numbers in a row before the shooter crapped out. About 5
minutes after we had started playing two elderly couples stood behind us to
watch the game. A couple minutes later, one of the old women tugged on
Fran’s sleeve. Fran turned slightly and she whispered something to Fran.
Fran immediately laughed loudly and in the process, emptied the smoke from
her lungs with a long stream exhale. Then, Fran turned further toward the
woman and whispered something back to her.
A few minutes later, the couples were gone and I hadn’t even noticed them
leaving. So, I decided to ask Fran what the woman had said. Fran grinned
and whispered to me. “Phil, she was cute. She said, “Honey, you’d look a
lot more ladylike if you were wearing a pretty little bra under that
blouse.”
I started laughing. “So what did you tell her?”
Fran answered. “I just said, “Thank you ma’am but I don’t think we share
the same tastes in fashion. So, I think not.”
I just chuckled to myself. “This was totally Fran. So polite, but so
self-confident and sure of herself.”
Despite our initial modest losses, Fran was really getting into the game
and within fifteen minutes, she was on a first name basis with everyone at
the table. Now, for the first time that evening, her attention was diverted
away from me. Let me modify that statement a bit. Her attention was not
focused on me, but she was plenty focused on both my bets and hers. This
didn’t bother me a bit because I was content to just take a back seat to
Fran and observe her in action. She did a masterful job of playing the game
for both of us. I, in turn, was able to just gaze in amazement as she
smoked her cigarettes and showed off her almost naked, bouncing boobs
without a care in the world. And, the guys around the table were very
appreciative.
Twenty minutes after we started playing, the table began to heat up.
The dice passed to Fran and she began to hit some nice numbers. Fifteen
minutes into her round, everyone at the table was getting into it and
making some money. Now, even the other 4 woman at the table were
high-fiving and hugging Fran every time she threw the dice. This gave me an
opportunity to see a side of Fran that I hadn’t seen before. Her enthusiasm
and excitement were so genuine, almost childlike. I’m sure that she had
done this hundreds of times before, but she seemed like a kid at Christmas.
She didn’t just make me feel like I wanted to be around her. Her genuine,
positive personality made everyone else want to be around her. This was a
memory of her that I knew I would cherish.
Fran held the dice for over 45 minutes. When she finally crapped out, we
had over $3500 working on the table, but we had pulled off $1500. Once her
adrenaline rush came to an abrupt end, like it always does at a craps
table, She looked deeply into my eyes. What I read into her silent stare
was that the game had temporarily drained her. It was time to move on to
bigger and better things. “Well dear, is it time to pack up our chips for
the evening?” I asked sympathetically.
“Yea, I think so. Let’s quit while we’re ahead.” She suggested.
Ten minutes later we had cashed out our chips and after replacing my
initial investment of $300, Fran and I split the remaining $1200. This,
always fun part of a successful evening at the tables, gave her a little
burst of renewed energy. We had a victory drink and smoked a couple
cigarettes in the mini-bar that was close to the tables. So, it was about
1:45 we were finally waiting for an up elevator with three other couples.
Fran had her arm wrapped tightly around mine. She tugged it a little and
whispered to me, “Phil, how do you think our date has gone so far?”
I whispered back, “I’ve had the best time. You’ve totally exceeded my
fantasies. Thank you.”
Just then the door opened and we stepped in with the other couples. Fran
completely ignored them and again whispered to me, “My darling gorgeous
man, can I make the rest of your fantasies come true?”
I whispered back, “I was praying that you’d ask me that question.”
When we left the elevator, we walked arm in arm down the hall. Fran kept
her arm around me while I fumbled with the door card. Once we were finally
in the room, Fran spun around in my arm and our lips met in a short kiss.
Our lips parted slightly and we explored each others lips with the very
tips of our tongues. The feeling and the taste were delightful, yet I hoped
we could do some more passionate kissing later.
Fran broke off our kiss and as I held her in my arms, she asked, “My
handsome Phil, do you have a sexy silk robe with you?”
“It just so happens, lovely lady, that I do.” I replied.
“Oh good.” Fran replied. Then, she added, “I’ve got one too. So why don’t I
slip into my robe in the bathroom while you do the same out here. How’s
that sound?” She asked in that sexy raspy voice that I had grown to love.
“Sounds like a plan gorgeous. Let’s go.” I replied with a little too much
enthusiasm in my voice.
This time, when Fran entered the bathroom she shut the door behind her. No
doubt, she wanted to fuel the excitement and anticipation that I was
feeling. And, it was working. My heart was beating a mile a minute.
I hadn’t even finished unbuttoning my shirt when I heard Fran start to
cough. She only let out a couple of barky coughs and then this session
quickly moved into the deep lung, gurgely hacking phase. I stopped what I
was doing to pay closer attention to her coughing. She only hacked for
about 10 seconds and then, she moved into the working the phlegm up, throat
clearing phase for the next 5 seconds. When I heard the water start to run
in the sink, I assumed that she was done with her coughing spell and was
spitting out whatever phlegm she had hacked up. It occurred to me that she
just may have started this coughing spell on purpose. Indeed, I hoped that
she had because, just maybe, she intended to do some pretty intense smoking
with me in a few short minutes. I quickly shucked off the rest of my cloths
and tied my dark brown silk robe loosely around my waist. Then, I sat down
casually on the couch at the far side of the living room to wait for Fran.
The only light in
the room came from the single end-table lamp that I had turned on. I didn’t
want a lot of light in the room, but, I didn’t want it to be dark either.
Fran was just so lovely, I wanted to be able to see her at all times.
For the next three minutes, I didn’t hear any sounds from the bathroom.
Finally, I heard the door handle turn. When Fran emerged from the bathroom,
the bright light behind her created only a silhouette of her gorgeous
figure. With my first glimpse, I thought she was wearing a floor length
negligee. Then, she reached around and flicked off the bathroom light. Now
she was being front-lit from the end-table lamp and I could see that wasn’t
wearing a negligee at all. She was wearing a totally sheer, floor length,
chiffon cape. Fran was still wearing her five inch heels, (“Very nice
touch.” I thought.) and she had a freshly lit cigarette perched between her
fingers. She began to walk slowly towards me. The cape, which was held in
place by a delicate little ribbon tie around the neck, flowed freely in the
soft breeze that she created while she walked. Despite the fact that the
cape concealed nothing, it provided the barest, most subtle elements of
sophistication and myst
ery. It cascaded over her shoulders and around her tits, leaving her
totally uncovered udders free to bobble gently with every step that she
took. Her neatly trimmed pussy glistened in the dim light and it looked so
pretty and inviting.
While she walked, we said nothing. Our eyes did all the talking. When she
was about four feet in front of me, she held out her arms, beckoning me to
stand up. As soon as I did, Fran wrapped her arms around my waist and I did
the same, drawing her to me. We embraced for a second and then Fran
whispered, “Let’s kiss.”
Before our lips connected, Fran pulled away from me slightly and slipped
her cigarette between her lips. Then, with her eyes still locked onto mine,
she reached down and began to untie my robe. I reached up and with the
slightest tug on the ribbon tie at her neck, I freed her cape to flutter
gently off of her shoulders and down to the floor. A couple seconds later,
she pulled the front of my robe apart, exposing my semi-hard cock. She
paused to take a powerful drag on the cigarette that was still nestled
between her lips. Then, she pulled the cigarette from her mouth and wrapped
her arms around my neck. Our parted lips met immediately. She then breathed
out strongly and filled my lungs with delicious, tingly, cool, mentholated
smoke. While we shared the smoke back and forth, our tongues danced and
played together. We both began to breathe faster and Fran began to moan
quietly. Her heavy tits mashed tightly into my chest and I realized that
this was the first time th
at I had ever actually felt what had been the object of my desire all night
long. My cock reacted predictably to this passionate and sexy smoky kiss
and was now fully erect and pulsating against Fran’s bush. (Thank God she
was wearing the heels because now our private parts were at exactly the
same elevation.)
When the smoke from our kiss finally dissipated, Fran pulled her lips from
mine and said breathlessly, “Like that?”
I shook my head yes in reply.
“Good. Let’s do another.” She said.
This time, she took a nice double pump, sucked the smoke deeper into her
lungs and then our lips once again locked onto each other. It’s hard to
believe, but, this kiss was surprisingly far more passionate than the
first. Now, our tongues explored the deepest depths our mouths while we
forced the smoke into each other’s lungs. My cock was throbbing and Fran
took full advantage of that fact. She rubbed her pussy all over it using
slow, circular hip motion. She was driving me crazy and that’s exactly what
she wanted to do. By the time this kiss ended, I already realized that I
had just experienced the most stimulating and passionate kiss that I had
ever had. When our lips parted, Fran panted out, “Oh God that was
wonderful. Now Phil, it’s time for you to enjoy your own personal
cigarette.”
She more or less pushed me back onto the couch. Apparently, I wasn’t
slouching enough for her because she stuck her cigarette between her lips,
then bent over and tugged behind my knees to get me into a more prone
position. Once she was satisfied with the way that I was sitting, she
snuffed out her half smoked cigarette and grabbed my pack. She lit my
cigarette for me and placed it between my lips. Then, she lit a fresh
cigarette for herself. I didn’t even pay attention to the fact that the
next thing that she did was fumble around in her purse for a moment. I was
too busy lusting after her fabulous, naked body.
Once she was satisfied with the setting, she knelt down between my legs,
resting her pretty ass on her heels. She let her cigarette continue to
dangle between her lips and I gazed longingly into her eyes. Fran began to
wipe her heavy, but velvety soft tits across my, still throbbing, cock.
“Uuuummm, you are such a beautiful man. You’re cock is so big and hard.
Ooohhh how I love your cock.” She half whispered around her cigarette.
She cupped her hands around the sides of her tits. With my cock wedged
firmly between her udders, she began to slowly raise and lower her chest.
She sucked down a couple nice lung-fulls of smoke while she continued to
titty fuck me. She pulled back a little and moved her hands underneath her
tits to get a better grip. Then, she began to rub her nipples up and down
the entire length of my rigid cock, alternating between each teat. “Oh
Phil, I can’t wait for your cock to fuck my pussy. This big beautiful cock
is going to make my pussy so happy. Look how much my nipples like it too.”
Despite the fact that smoke from her cigarette was curling into her eyes,
she didn’t squint or even blink much. God, she was such a pro. By now, she
had stopped exploring the length of my shaft. She now focused on agitating
her rock hard nubs with the pulsating head of my cock. “Ooooohh God my
nipples are so hard. Oh Phil, my nipples just love the feel of your soft
cockhead. See what your big cock is doing to them?” Her question forced my
gaze down to my cock.
As soon as I focused on her almost inch long, amazingly hard nipples, the
two inch ash that had formed on her cigarette fell into my bush. Fran
didn’t miss a beat, with one quick swipe of her hand, the ash was brushed
to the ground. She reached over to snuff out the cigarette and then gripped
my cock in her hands. I leaned back, took a last big drag on my own
cigarette, and closed my eyes to savor the masterful way that she was
worshipping my cock with her hands. The sensations were incredible. She
changed her cock milking techniques frequently. Sometimes squeezing,
sometimes stroking, always touching. I simply couldn’t have been more
aroused, and yet, I never even came close to cumming. I’m guessing that
this went on for a couple minutes. Then, when I finally looked back down at
my cock, I was wearing a rubber!
Fran’s eyes immediately met mine and she whispered, “Just a little
protection for both of us. Ok?”
“Absolutely lover. God, I didn’t even feel you put it on.” I replied.
She said back, “That’s the idea baby.” Then she added, “Let’s go back to
the bed. Momma’s pussy needs to be fucked by your cock real bad.”
Fran plopped onto the bed on her back and I crawled in next to her. While
our lips met in a nice, but frantic kiss, my hands were finally free to
play with… no, play with is not the right phrase…worship her amazing
tits. They were so full, and heavy, and squishy, and soft. God, my hands
were in heaven. But, I wanted to do more. I changed positions and brought
my mouth down to her nipples. I sucked hard on her big, thick, throbbing
teats and Fran moaned with appreciation. Then I reached my right hand down
to her pussy. I rubbed her puffy lips and stroked my fingers through her
quivering gash. Her cunt was already incredibly hot and wet and thoroughly
slippery. Now Fran’s breathing was fast, not quite panting, but still fast,
and she was moaning loudly. “Oh Phil pleeeeeeaaaassssseeee stick your big
luscious cock into my cunt. I gotta have it now.” She pleaded.
I crawled over her and she raised her knees, bringing her heels almost into
contact with her ass. Then she used the shoes as hinges and let her legs
fall to the sides, spreading herself wide open for me, giving me incredibly
easy access to her steamy pussy. I began to fuck her slowly at first. But,
ever so gradually, I increased the intensity. The look in her eyes and the
sounds of her moans told me that she liked this. In fact, she liked it a
lot. I probably could have pumped her indefinitely because her pussy was so
lubed and loose and, with a condom on, I had very little feeling in my
cock. But after a couple very pleasureful minutes, she asked, “Can we
change positions? Momma needs a cigarette.”
I complied and rolled off of her. She rolled onto her knees and grabbed a
cigarette off of the nightstand. Then, she placed the big ashtray directly
on the pillow in front of her and lit up. After taking a nice deep drag,
she bent over and rested on her elbows, presenting me with a most inviting
view of her pussy and ass cheeks. While I proceeded to stuff my cock into
her slippery slit, doggy style, she began to take numerous little drags on
the cigarette that she held only an inch from her lips.
Now Fran really liked this fuck. She panted and tried to talk dirty
throughout. I was absolutely sure that she had a couple orgasms while I
pumped her hard. This amazed me because she had so much going on. She was
panting and moaning and talking and sucking non-stop on her cigarette. In
fact, the cloud of smoke that she generated was so thick, I felt like I was
smoking too.
By the time she had somehow managed to snuff out her cigarette, she seemed
temporarily exhausted. She was panting so hard. Her smoke saturated lungs
were struggling mightily to supply some desperately needed oxygen to the
rest of her body. But, as I continued to pound my cock into her mildly
pulsating pussy, she recovered quickly. I was just about ready to blow when
she said, “Phil, I need to be on top now.”
This position change temporarily brought me down from the brink. Now, I was
the one laying on my back. I had a couple pillows stuffed under my head and
shoulders so that I could watch all the action. Fran crawled over me and
ever so slowly and deliberately, she impaled herself onto my fuck pole with
very little effort. Then, with my cock completely engulfed by her stretched
out pussy, she lit another cigarette. Fran remained vertical while she
began to rotate her hips and pussy around my cock. I loved this position
the best. I was able to reach up and fondle her fabulous tits while she
blew sexy exhales of smoke in my direction. Then, she began to do something
with her pussy muscles that I had never felt before. Her cunt seemed to
grip and pump my cock at the same time. She was only bouncing a little bit,
so I knew that whatever she was doing was internal. God, the feeling was
incredible. It must have been just as good for her because I know that she
came a coupl
e more times. Finally, I couldn’t hold out any longer against the
incredibly talented pussy gyrations of this amazing professional. I blew my
wad into the condom. Fran continued her muscle manipulation until she was
sure that she had milked every last ounce of cum out of my still throbbing
cock. She finally snuffed out her cigarette when she knew that I was done.
We separated and cuddled quietly for maybe five minutes. It suddenly
occurred to me that this was probably the longest that she had gone without
a cigarette all night long. Then she whispered, “Do you think if I wait
maybe a half hour, you’ll be ready to go again?”
“Fran, you just gave me the best sex that I’ve ever had. I hope I don’t
offend you, but this old body of mine might need a couple weeks to fully
recover.” I answered.
“God Phil, you’re just such a sweet man. You make me feel so good inside
with all your compliments. I understand. I’m kind of tired too. Maybe I
should go now. But, Phil, if you’re ever back in Vegas, I’m only on call at
the agency 2 days a week. But, I can be available for you most any time.
I’m going to leave you my private number. Please call me. I’d love to see
you again.”
After giving me a quick kiss, Fran slipped out of the bed and grabbed her
cigarettes. Then, she stepped out of the bedroom and walked through the
living room heading towards the bathroom. I laid in bed for a couple
minutes and replayed this perfect evening over again in my head. For the
first time, I didn’t have even the remotest feelings of guilt. In truth, my
feelings were quite the opposite.
I got out of bed and put my robe back on, but I didn’t bother the tie the
front together. Then, I sat back down on the couch in the living room and
waited for Fran to finish in the bathroom. I realized that one of the best
days of my life was coming to an end. By spending such valuable time with
Fran, I had actually learned a great deal about myself. The most important
thing was that I now knew exactly what kind of women I wanted to spend the
rest of my life with. I determined on the spot, that if my quest proved
unsuccessful, every three months or so, I would come back to Vegas and
spend time with Fran. I knew that just by being around her, she would keep
me focused on what was important and on what I really needed.
After five minutes, Fran stepped out of the bathroom. Once again, she
surprised me. I had figured that I’d see her again in her sweat suit.
Apparently however, she decided to give me one last long look at her white
blouse and skirt outfit. Thank God. This final vision of her loveliness
created a lasting memory for me.
With a freshly lit cigarette in her hand, she walked slowly toward me. The
smile on her face told me that she was pleased I had kept my robe spread
open and was letting her view my, now flaccid, cock. Fran leaned over me
and for the next few seconds we gazed into each others eyes. Without saying
a word, I interpreted a mutual, yet somehow sad, yearning between the two
of us. We both realized that under different circumstances and different
locations we could have had a fantastic friendship together. Fran finally
broke the silence, “One last smoky kiss for the road?”
She didn’t wait for my answer. She pulled a typically strong double pumped
mouthful of smoke deep into her lungs and our lips, once again, met. In
many respects this kiss was even nicer than our second smoky kiss. Fran’s
faint moaning seemed to indicate that she was greatly enjoying it.
Although, while we were sharing our smoke back and forth, I took one last
opportunity to fondle Fran’s tits as they dangled freely only inches from
my lap. Oh how I was going to miss her tits.
We continued our kiss long after the smoke had cleared from our lungs.
Finally, our lips parted and Fran said in a very quiet, gentle, yet sincere
voice, “Phil, I really hope you’ve had a happy birthday.”
I answered immediately. “Fran, this has been the best. Thank you so much
for sharing it with me.”
Then Fran replied, “By the way, today’s also my birthday.”
I was about to speak but Fran brought her finger to my lips and stopped me.
“I just want to tell you Phil that you’ve given me one of the best
birthdays that I’ve ever had and you didn’t even know it. Thank you
darling.”
Between her fees, her winnings and my generous tip, Fran left my suite with
over $2300. But, even at twice that, it would have been the best investment
I ever made.
It was just after midnight on Saturday. I had been at the craps tables for
maybe 2 hours and I was doing pretty well. I guess I was up maybe $500.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a striking brunette sitting by
herself at a little table adjacent to the mini-bar. She was leaning forward
on her elbows, gently resting her face on the palms of her hands. And, what
a face! She was simply beautiful. She had deep dark eyes, soft, succulent
lips made up with a sensuous dark shade of red. The cigarette that she held
delicately between the very tips of her fingers was long and brown. I’m
guessing it was a More. Her smoking style and the way that she executed her
long, cheek hollowing drags was every bit as refined as Fran’s had been the
night before. I couldn’t make out what she was wearing or any details of
her body, but her facial beauty and her smoking technique kept drawing my
eyes back to her.
For the next twenty minutes, I tried to concentrate on the game, but it was
impossible. A couple of times, our eyes actually met for a brief instant
and while she didn’t exactly summon me with her gaze, she definitely never
communicated any negative intentions to me either.
These twenty minutes gave my nerve a chance to strengthen and I finally
snuffed out my cigarette and collected my chips. I made my way slowly
through the crowd, heading in her general direction. I desperately tried to
pick up on any new visual signals from her, but she apparently didn’t see
me coming. I approached her table and I used one of the lamest pick-up
lines in the books. However, it was the only line that I knew I could
deliver with sincerity. “Hi. I’m Phil. Do you mind if I join you? And, can
I buy you a drink?”
“Oh please do Phil. My name is Cheryl and I’m very glad to meet you. I had
noticed you over at the craps tables and I was hoping that you’d introduce
yourself to me.” She replied.
Her response immediately put me at ease. But, here’s the amazing part, her
voice was almost a carbon copy of Fran’s. Its sultry, deep raspyness,
betrayed years of heavy smoking. Then, as she sat up and moved her chair
around so that she could better face me, I finally got my first glimpse of
her body. The maroon mini-skirt that she wore was so short that if her
long, thin and gorgeous legs hadn’t been crossed, she would have flashed
me. On top, she was wearing a very loose fitting, gray, chiffon blouse that
was not as sheer as Fran’s the night before, but it was plenty see-through
enough. Her un-bra’d tits were spectacular. They were even a little bigger
and fuller than Fran’s and they drooped just slightly lower on her chest.
Her nipples were a little smaller than Fran’s but, they were every bit as
dark and lovely. After taking one more last long drag on her cigarette, she
snuffed out the but in the ashtray. Then, after holding her inhale for
about three seconds, s
he directed a perfect, long slow stream of creamy smoke down the front of
her chest which told me that my eyes should be focused exactly where Cheryl
wanted them to be.
Cheryl pulled a fresh More out of her pack and leaned toward me, “Can I
have a light?” She asked. God I was melting at the sound of her voice.
She fired up this new cigarette, taking a wonderfully deep double pump and
then she asked through a perfect talking exhale, “So tell me Phil, where
are you from?’
I answered. “Denver.” As I lit one of my own cigarettes.”
“No way!” Cheryl exclaimed. “I’m from Denver!”