My stories are based in reality and on real experiences. So let me start by describing my wife, Kelly. At 5'8", she has a very attractive build with great 36C breasts and curves in all of the right places. Her figure is very womanly and attractive, and although she won't be modeling on a runway anytime soon, she looks great in sexy attire. She has medium length dark hair, sometimes tinted auburn or red, and very sexy, full lips. I'm not going to say she's a Penthouse Pet, but Kelly is a very good-looking woman and gets compliments from all my friends.
One winter evening a few years ago, Kelly and I were attending my work Christmas party. My boss had rented out part of a bar where we could hang out with some live music and have dinner and
beers. It was an okay time, but not really all that exciting. Still, we were enjoying ourselves nonetheless. I think a fair amount of drinking might be partially responsible for that. And as those who've read my other stories know, alcohol gets Kelly to act in ways she might not otherwise act.
That was very true this night as my girlfriend (we didn't get married until about a year later) leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Let's go back to your place. I'm bored and I think we can have more fun alone." She took my hand and ran it along her thigh letting me feel the fishnet nylons she was wearing under her skirt.
Being no fool, I quickly made my goodbyes and headed outside. Unfortunately we had driven separately because back then I lived on the other side of the city from her. But, we were on my side of town and my apartment was only about ten minutes away - normally. Kelly was probably too drunk to drive, but I didn't realize that until she shot by me going about 50 in a 30 with the stereo so loud I could hear it through rolled up windows. I got a little nervous, and I sure wasn't going to go that fast. At any rate, we made it back to my place just fine; she beat me by a couple of minutes, of course. She already had a key to the apartment by that point, so she was inside waiting for me with fresh drinks. And she was smoking.
At this point in our relationship we'd been together around 3 months. It had taken me a while to get comfortable telling her that I thought it was sexy seeing a hot woman smoking, but I had done so several weeks earlier. Actually it kind of came out a little unintentionally; not a real smoker, Kelly was living with a girl Sarah who was. Sarah was Kelly's party friend and all around bad influence, and Kelly had gotten in the habit of occasional cigarettes with and sometimes without Sarah. So I'd seen her smoking before, and I think she started to notice the extra attention she got when she was doing so. She had somewhat obviously asked me to buy her cigarettes one night when we were on a fancy date and make a point of smoking several times that evening.