Gentle Readers: This story was originally submitted to Literotica for the 750 Word Project. I struggled to cut it down for that effort, so I thought I'd return to it and expand it to a full smoking fetish story. Hope you enjoy it!
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Karen Reed sat on her leather couch in her well-appointed apartment, sipping a glass of Chardonnay and thinking about her upcoming evening. At 32, Karen knew most men considered her pretty in a girl-next-door sort of way. Her round face, framed by shoulder-length curly golden locks, featured a cute, slightly upturned nose and lips shaped like a bow, tinged light red. Her eyes, an arresting shade of emerald, sparkled, and her body was nicely curved in all the right places, highlighted by a firm ass that looked very appealing in her knee-length blue dress. Her curves were not too much, nor too little; they were just right. Her ass, firm, and round, begged to be touched, but only by someone deserving of her attention.
As she sipped her wine, she looked around her apartment, pleased by what she saw. The room is suffused with the gentle glow of early evening, casting everything in a soft, radiant light. The sofa, with its smooth, velvet texture, is a luxuriant oasis of unblemished comfort. She adjusted a cushion that was casually askew, its bold, crimson hue providing a striking contrast to its dark mahogany wood aligning the edge of the couch.
She glanced at her intricately designed carpet, woven with patterns and motifs that are at once arresting and hypnotic. Its borders, embroidered with floral designs of soft pink roses with delicate stems and leaves, evoked a sense of enchanting femininity. The rest of the room was tastefully decorated with art pieces depicting scenes from worldly places. A painting of a majestic horse galloping through the meadows of a distant land hangs just above the sofa while another painting of a couple staring affectionately at each other adorns a space closer to the fireplace. As she looks around, she feels the elegance and refinement of the space she lives in, and at that moment, she knows that she has everything she could ever want, except perhaps a partner to help fill the spaces that needed to be filled.
Dan, a man she met at a bar several months ago, was coming over in the next hour. The first three dates had been delightful. The last date even proved they were a terrific match in bed. His kisses were amazing, and she had never quite experienced his level of expertise at eating her well-trimmed pussy. She had just poured her second glass of wine when the doorbell rang. She walked over to the entryway and opened the door. Dan stood there looking at her with his strikingly pronounced features that stood out in the dimly lit entryway. Just shy of six feet tall, his height implied a towering but subtle dominance. With broad shoulders, he appeared to be built and robust, giving him a commanding and assured stance. His reasonably fit arms seemed to hint at his adherence to fitness and indicated that he took care of his physique.
She looked into his deep blue eyes, almost too intense to bear. They were framed by thick black lashes that added to their piercing quality, heightening their intensity even further. His captivating gaze possessed a magnetic charm that seemed to pull her closer to him with invincible force. His skin was a deep olive tone, a testament to his Mediterranean heritage, which gave him a rugged and exotic demeanor. Dan's handsome face held a strong jawline that hinted at his masculinity and a straight nose that added a regal touch to his overall look.
In all, Dan's appearance seemed to be an embodiment of the confident and controlled individual she had always imagined. It was evident that he was a man of great confidence, with an unmistakable charm that made him stand out from the crowd.
His clothing matched his physical appearance. He wore a light blue, collared shirt, and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His dark jeans were fitted and hugged his body in all the right places. His hair was styled in a messy, yet fashionable way. Throwing the door open wide, Karen held out her arms and they embraced with a warm kiss. His hands slid around her waist and playfully cupped her tight ass.
"Where are going tonight?" she asked, leading him inside. "You were mysterious on the phone today."
"Pour me a glass of what you are having and we'll discuss it," he said, walking into her living room and seating himself. Karen fetched a glass, poured generously from the bottle, and returned to the couch. They exchanged cheers, clinking glasses, and warmly smiled at each other.
"So. Mr. Mysterious, what are you thinking?"
"Well, first I have a bit of a confession," he began, hesitating. Uh, oh, thought Karen, he's married! Or something else that would crush her. She felt her alarm grow and Dan, sensing her concern, placed his hand over hers on her lap.
"No, I'm not a serial killer or anything like that," he chuckled.
"Well, that's a relief to know," she smiled in return. "So what is it?"
"After our wonderful night last week, I thought maybe you'd indulge me in one of my special desires, " he replied with a mysterious smile.
"Oh?" she replied, one eyebrow cocked. "Do tell!"
Dan put his glass down and reached into his pocket, pulling out a rectangular pack and holding it up, along with a Bic lighter. Karen looked confused.
"Cigarettes?" she queried, perplexed. Dan placed the pack between them on the sofa. Karen looked down and saw they were labeled Capris, cigarettes that were slender and feminine. He nodded.