Mark finished loading up his truck, put his cap on, and hopped
into the driver’s seat. He figured he would be able to finish up
his morning deliveries in time to meet his girlfriend, Lori, for
lunch. Lori was working for the summer as a waitress in a
downtown diner. Mark tried to time his deliveries so he could
stop for lunch at Lori’s break time every day. He had taken a
summer job as a delivery man for United Parcel Service. Mark was
planning on going away to college in the fall. He wanted to be a
lawyer one day. Lori would also be starting school in the fall,
but, unfortunately, it would be at a different school than the
one Mark would be attending. He knew that leaving Lori, when
school started, would be the most difficult task of his life.
They had grown so close over the summer. Mark could not believe
his good fortune. He had been in love with Lori since the age of
eleven, but had been too shy to ask her for a date until they had
each graduated from high school at the beginning of the summer.
So much had happened, so fast, in the last few weeks and, soon,
they would have to part again. Mark tried to put all unpleasant
thoughts out of his head as he started on his route.
Mark’s first stop was a quiet little house in a quiet little
neighborhood. He noticed a swing set in the back yard as he
pulled into the driveway. He grabbed his clipboard and the
package and started toward the house. As he approached the front
door something made him stop dead in his tracks. He stopped
breathing and tried to remain perfectly silent.
There was a very slight opening in the blind of the front window.
It wasn’t much of an opening, but it was just enough for Mark to
see something that was not meant to be seen. Inside the house
was a woman, a completely nude woman. She was kneeling on her
couch in front of her television. But she apparently wasn’t
watching soap operas. Mark could see that the woman was playing
with herself. With one hand she was rubbing her vagina. With
the other one she was gently pinching her nipples. Mark’s penis
started to swell, but what he saw next made it go completely
erect. Dangling from the woman’s lips was a freshly lit
cigarette. Mark saw the tip of the cigarette begin to glow as
the woman began to take a drag. At the same time smoke began
pouring from her nostrils as she started to exhale her previous
drag.
Mark stood there, mesmerized, for what seemed like an eternity.
He watched the woman take several more dangling deep drags
followed by beautifully luxurious nostril exhales as she
continued to play with her pussy. Her inhales seemed to become
deeper and longer as she became more and more aroused. Her back
suddenly arched as she tilted her head back. Mark could tell
that she was getting ready to cum when he accidentally dropped
his clipboard. He scrambled to pick up the board then continued
toward the front door. He intentionally made noise as he cleared
his throat and knocked on the door. Mark could hear some frantic
scrambling inside the house. As the door opened, Mark saw a
vision of loveliness. She was a beautiful woman, probably about
thirty. Her shoulder-length, blonde hair was slightly tussled.
She was wearing a white pullover sweater and a loose-fitting pair
of jeans. Through the opening in the door Mark could see a
cigarette burning in the ashtray on the coffee table. He could
also see, on the couch next to the coffee table, what appeared to
be a pair of women’s panties.
The woman’s face was red as a beet and she refused to make eye
contact with Mark. Mark stammered out the words, “I’m from UPS,
ma’am. I have a package for you.”
“Thank you very much,” said the woman as she reached out and took
the package from Mark’s hands. Her fingers brushed against
Mark’s as the sweet, intoxicating scent of her smoker’s breath
hit Mark flush in the face. He breathed in deeply and tried to
hide the now enormous bulge in his pants with his clipboard.
As Mark tipped his cap and said, “You’re welcome,” the woman
noticed a small wet spot on the front of his pants. A smile
crossed her face as she closed the door.
Mark headed back to his truck. He stopped for a moment and
looked back at the house. Mark knew he shouldn’t do what he was
thinking, but he wasn’t thinking with his head anymore. Mark
quietly walked back toward the house. He could see that the
woman was no longer in the living room. He started walking
around to the back of the house. He stopped at a window and
looked inside. There, on her bed, the woman had picked up right
where she had left off. She had a freshly lit cigarette dangling
from her lips. She was now rubbing herself furiously.
Mark began massaging his now throbbing penis and must have made
some noise in doing so. The woman looked up, let out a small
scream, and pulled her sheet up over her body. She knew she
should get up and call the police, but she remained there,
frozen, staring at Mark through her window.
After a few moments, the woman lifted her cigarette to her lips
and took a long, deep drag. Mark could see her nipples
protruding through the sheet as she inhaled and held the smoke
deep inside her lungs. She tilted her head back and began to
exhale a long, voluminous cone of pure, white smoke. Then she
slowly began to let down the sheet that was covering her body.
Mark’s eyes widened in awe as he saw her glistening breasts
exposed before his very eyes. She sat on the bed for a few
moments, looking at Mark. She took another long drag from her
cigarette, stood up, and inhaled more deeply than before. Her
breasts seemed to double in size as her lungs filled up once
again with the sweet, lust-inducing smoke her body seemed to
crave. She turned and started walking toward the hallway with a
trail of smoke flowing from her nostrils.
Mark thought he should run for his truck and drive away as fast
as he could, but, again, his head was no longer controlling him.
Instead, he walked back to the front door. The door opened
slowly. Mark started to speak, “I’m sorry ma’am, I hope you
don’t think…” The woman placed her hand over Mark’s mouth and
said, “Don’t say anything. Just come with me.” Mark’s knees
turned to jelly as he smelled the nicotine on her fingers.
He stepped into the house and shut the door behind him. Standing
there before Mark, in her full nakedness, she was stunningly
beautiful. Illuminated from behind by the morning sun, with a
lit cigarette dangling from her fingers, she appeared to be a
vision from heaven. The nipples on her round, firm breasts
appeared to be hard and erect. She lifted her cigarette to her
lips and took a final, deep drag. As she bent over to crush out
the cigarette in the ashtray on the coffee table, she turned her
head to speak to Mark. Smoke from her exhale started filtering
its way through her golden hair which was now hanging in front of
her face. She said, “You do want to come in, don’t you?”
Mark, who was standing, frozen, by the door, could only nod his
head. He thought his penis was going to explode.
The woman stood up and said, “My name is Carol.” Her face was
still a little flushed.
“Hello, ma’am. My name is Mark,” he somehow managed to say.
“Call me Carol,” she said. “My husband is at work. My daughter
is away at camp. We’re alone in the house.”
Mark didn’t know what to say. He just stood there with a dumb
look on his face.
Carol said, “You seemed interested in my bedroom before. Come
with me and you can see it from the inside.” She took Mark by
the hand and led him back to her bedroom.
Inside the bedroom Mark noticed a pack of Salems, an ashtray, and
a lighter on the bed. In a nervous attempt to change the
subject, he said to Carol, “Do you mind if I have one of your
cigarettes?”
“Please do,” said Carol in a throaty, sultry voice. “My husband
hates it when I smoke. He doesn’t like me to smoke around him or
my daughter. I have to do all my smoking when they’re not
around.”
“That’s too bad,” said Mark. “It must be hard for you when your
husband is around.”
Carol smiled at Mark’s unintentional play on words and said, “I
only wish it were. My husband just doesn’t understand how much I
love to smoke, how much I need to smoke. Smoking turns me on in
ways he just can not understand.”
“Uh, smoking doesn’t bother me, Carol,” said Mark in the biggest
understatement he had ever made. He shook loose one of Carol’s
Salems and lit up with her lighter. Just as Mark was taking a
big drag, Carol pulled the cigarette from his mouth. With smoke
still pouring through the filter she placed it between her own
lips and continued the drag. She sat down on the end of her bed,
spread her legs apart and exhaled a long stream of smoke toward
Mark’s face.
Mark couldn’t control himself any longer. He unzipped his pants
and pulled them down. Carol saw Mark’s throbbing manhood
standing at full attention. She motioned him toward her with her
index finger as she took another luxurious drag from her Salem.
Mark didn’t bother unbuttoning his shirt. He just pulled it up
over his head as buttons popped off all over Carol’s bed. He
leaned over Carol and moved his mouth toward hers. He could feel
her hard nipples rubbing against his chest as Carol leaned back
on her pillow.
Mark placed his mouth over Carol’s just as she began to exhale
the smoke from her last deeply inhaled drag. Mark inhaled
deeply, lifted his head, and exhaled Carol’s smoke back into her
own face. This seemed to drive Carol into a state of
uncontrolled excitement. She had never been with a man who
enjoyed smoking as much as she did. She placed her fingers into
her very wet vagina and began rubbing furiously. She then took
her wet fingers and began sliding them up and down Mark’s rigid
cock. Carol could sense that Mark was about to ejaculate and
stopped stroking him. She carefully pulled his penis and guided
it into her moist, warm pussy.
As Mark entered Carol she closed her eyes and leaned her head
back. She took another long drag from her cigarette as Mark
began to slide his extremely hard penis in and out of her. He
leaned over and placed his mouth over Carol’s just as she began
to exhale. With Carol’s smoke pouring through his nostrils, Mark
began licking the inside of her mouth. Carol began to quiver all
over. She started bouncing her hips up and down and began to
moan loudly. As her orgasm approached its peak, Mark let loose
and shot his hot trail of semen deep into Carol’s quivering body.
This caused Carol to moan even more loudly as she came to a body-
shaking climax. She continued to quiver and shake for several
more minutes.
Mark removed his now deflating penis from Carol’s still quivering
vagina. She let out a little gasp, as she was far from finished.
Mark moved to the side of the bed and placed the fingers of his
left hand deep into Carol’s pussy. He started rubbing as Carol
began moaning loudly again. With his right hand he reached over
to the nightstand and grabbed another one of Carol’s Salems. He
managed to light it as he continued to massage Carol’s pussy.
Mark took a long drag, then bent down and placed his mouth over
Carol’s. As they locked in a deep French kiss, Mark began to
slowly exhale his smoke into Carol’s mouth. Carol was shocked at
first, but then she began to breathe in. She felt a thrill she
had never felt before and immediately began to cum again. Mark
started rubbing faster and harder. Carol began moaning more and
more loudly. She was literally shaking all over as the orgasm
took over her body.
This went on until their cigarettes were finished. Mark counted
three more orgasms from Carol, who was still quivering. She
finally stuffed a pillow between her legs and clamped them
together tightly. Mark was amazed. It appeared as if Carol
still wanted more. He shook his head and said, “Damn, Carol! I
don’t know what the hell’s wrong with your husband, but he has no
idea what he is missing out on. Someone needs to wake that man
up before it is too late. He’s one of the luckiest men in the
world and he doesn’t even know it. A two by four to the side of
the head might help.”
Carol smiled and said, “My husband must never know about this.”
“He won’t hear about it from me,” said Mark. “I’ve got a
girlfriend who would kill me if she found out about this. My
girlfriend! I’d better get going! I have a lot of deliveries to
make before lunch.”
Carol lit up another cigarette as she watched Mark get dressed.
She collected all of the buttons that had popped off of his shirt
and handed them to him. She said, “I hope you can sew. You’d
have a hard time explaining these to your girlfriend if you ask
her to sew them back on.”
Mark laughed and said, “I’ll manage, somehow.”
As Mark stepped into his truck he took one last look back at
Carol. She was standing in the doorway taking a deep drag from
her cigarette and holding her crotch. Mark smiled to himself as
he drove away. He was far behind on his deliveries and would
have to work late that night to finish them up. But, somehow, he
didn’t seem to mind.
Mark walked into Dixie’s Diner just as Lori was preparing to take
her lunch break. He sat down in a booth as Lori noticed him and
started walking toward him. Mark felt that familiar tightening
in his groin as he watched Lori reach into the big pocket of her
waitress uniform and pull out a pack of her beloved Marlboro
Reds. Mark pulled out his lighter and lit the two cigarettes
dangling from Lori’s lips. After taking a deep drag from each of
the cigarettes, Lori handed one to Mark and said, “Hey, Marky,
what’s been happening?” Smoke started pouring from her nostrils
as she began a second deep drag.
Mark tried his hardest to suppress a grin as he took a long, deep
drag from his cigarette. “Nothing much,” he said. “Just the
same old stuff. I’ve got a lot of deliveries to make today.
I’ll probably have to work late tonight. Can I pick you up after
I’m done?”
“You know it, babe,” said Lori as she sucked down another heavy
dose of her life-giving nicotine.
Mark took another drag from his own cigarette and wondered
silently to himself, “How did I ever get so lucky?” He watched
Lori finish her cigarette with her usual gusto as he finally
broke into that grin which he could no longer suppress.
Mark started thinking about what had happened that morning. He
knew that no one could ever take Lori’s place in his heart. But
for one beautiful morning, for the first time since the day Mark
had first laid eyes on Lori, he had managed to keep Lori entirely
out of his thoughts. It was a morning that would remain special
in Mark’s memories.
For the rest of the summer, the first thing Mark did on his job
each morning was to scan his list of deliveries to see if Carol’s
address appeared on it. Somehow he knew it wouldn’t be long
before Carol would need another delivery.
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