WATCHING WOMEN SMOKE MAKES HIM HOT AND HORNY

When the smoking ban went into effect in New York, I was one of the few people who was overjoyed. Not because I smoke myself, but because this meant that almost every time I d walk down the street, I d get to see hot women taking long drags off cigarettes. Even though this results in me having a perpetual hard on, I m willing to deal with that if it means getting to see my fetish in the flesh.

Ever since my first older girlfriend (I was twenty one, and she was fifteen years my senior), I ve been enamored with women who smoke, especially if they project an air of maturity and confidence. There s just something about a woman standing with her hand on her hip, red lips wrapped around a skinny cigarette and looking like she hasn t a care in the world, that makes me want to admire her and inhale her secondhand smoke.

I even briefly took up smoking in order to meet such women. I don t mind cigarettes, but it s not puffing away that does it for me. It s being near a woman who knows her way around a cigarette that gives me a charge like no other. I met Sasha during my brief smoking stint, outside one of my favorite dive bars. She looked cool, tall and kinky, like she might kick my ass if I annoyed her I like that in a woman. She was taking long, leisurely puffs from her American Spirit, instead of the usual angry, fast paced drags I often see. I admired her black t shirt, the tattoos along her arms, and the way her tight black jeans clung to her body.

I could already envision what she d look like in bed, her hair disheveled from having just been fucked, as she picked up a half smoked cigarette from an ashtray, lit it and blew the smoke in my direction. I moved so I was standing closer to her, soaking up the sweet scent of her tobacco. Just watching her lips as they wrapped around the tiny butt made me as horny as hell. I gave her a hint of a smile, then went back to my own smoke she didn t seem like the kind of girl to respond to a pickup line, but rather the kind who liked to do the picking up. Sure enough, just as I stubbed out my cigarette and was about to head inside, she reached for my arm and offered me one of her smokes. Another? she asked.

Actually, I said, surprising myself with my daring, I d rather just watch you smoke.

She looked me up and down, surveying my entire body. I was glad I d been working out recently and looked decent in a new button down shirt and jeans. She seemed amused by my comment and stepped closer. You mean it turns you on to be near a woman who smokes? she asked, catching on quickly. Sasha took a big puff and then blew it right in my face. To someone else, that may have been a hostile gesture, but to me it was the perfect form of foreplay. I inhaled deeply, as she laughed and did it again.

Then Sasha moved her cigarette aside and leaned forward to kiss me. As her smoky lips met mine, my senses were suffused with that delicious aroma of sensuous tobacco. She boldly placed her hand on my crotch for a moment, as if to confirm that it did, indeed, make me hard, before stepping back again. Well, well, well . . . she said, I like you. Want to go back to my place? I ve got lots of ashtrays.

I d love to, I told her honestly, amazed that my little ploy had worked so well and so quickly. I hadn t expected such a positive reaction from such a sexy lady.

I trailed her inside the bar as she gathered up her bags. When she asked me to light her cigarette as we headed off into the night, I was honored. To thank me, she again blew a stream of smoke right into my face. During our walk, I let her do most of the talking, telling me about her job as a fashion publicist, getting more and more turned on as she exhaled.

When we got to her apartment, she even let me hold her cigarette while she unlocked the door. Seeing the faint marks from her lipstick on the tip made my cock twitch. We walked into her tiny Lower East Side one bedroom apartment that reeked of cigarette smoke again, something I found thrilling, but that I knew others might find off putting. There really were ashtrays all around, as well as piles of clothes and magazines. She was disorganized, verging on messy, but it all added to her charm. Sasha dumped her purse on the ground and indicated that I should carry her bags into her bedroom.

There, she freely slipped off her t shirt to reveal that she d gone braless. Her breasts weren t tiny, but they weren t so big that she needed a bra. Seeing her pert breasts made me want to hold them. She noticed me watching and said, Light me another cigarette, then you can touch my tits. Her tough talk was no longer a shock, and I immediately did as she suggested, reaching for the lighter and pack of smokes on her dresser. I took the cigarette into my mouth to light it, then handed it to her. She sat down on her rumpled bed, puffing away, then pointed to the floor in front of her. As Sasha spread her legs, I stood between them all the better to breathe in the smoky air surrounding us as she exhaled.

I reached for her luscious breasts, sucking on one first, then the other. Her nipples were firm and responsive, and I knew from the way she blew out her next stream of smoke, that my tongue was having a powerful effect on her. I slipped a hand between her legs, fondling her cunt through her jeans. I was getting hungry for her pussy, but I stayed at her breasts until she was moaning and hissing in between puffs. Finally, she pushed me aside momentarily to put out her cigarette, then lay back on the bed with her arms over her head. I took that as a sign that she wanted more and undid her jeans. I almost came in my pants when I saw how beautiful her pussy was. She d shaved her pubic hair into a most unusual design a lightning bolt but that somehow fit her offbeat personality. I leaned down and took my first lick of her sweet pussy. Having the scent of tobacco lingering in the air as I ate her was like getting the best of both worlds, and I stroked my cock through my pants as I ran my tongue along her creamy slit.

Sasha s cunt was soaking wet, and she wasn t one of those girls who just lies back and lets the guy fumble his way to her sweet spots. Instead, she expertly guided me, telling me just how hard and fast, and where to plant my tongue for her maximum pleasure. I appreciated the help, and in no time had her shuddering beneath me, calling out my name and wrapping her slender thighs around my bopping head.

I m going to fuck you now, sweet Sasha, I said when I finally emerged, my lips and cheeks covered with her juices. Her orgasm must have subdued her somewhat, because she didn t insist on being on top as I would have suspected besides, I figured there d be time for that later. I mounted her, easily sliding my cock into her well lubricated pussy.

That s it, she murmured quietly, as if to herself, when I sank inside her. The assured, ballsy woman I d met earlier had seemed to melt into one who simply needed to be fucked hard. I did so, slamming my cock into her with as much force as I could, which she matched with upward thrusts of her own. Her long, black hair spread out around her face, which contorted in desire each time I shoved my cock into her.

Having become so aroused from her smoking, I didn t last too long, but I was able to bring her to an amazing second climax with my fingers.

Of course, when we were done, Sasha let me light her a cigarette. She blew the smoke directly toward me, with the ashes fluttering into the air. I breathed in the sexiest smell I know of smoke and sex combined. When she blows out cigarette smoke and her full lips are shaped in a perfect oval, I get so turned on just thinking of other places where that amazing mouth could be.

I ve been seeing Sasha ever since. She smokes before, during and after meals and sometimes even during sex, and I m always there with a lighter, a smile and a hard on.

Mr. Arthur K., New York, New York

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