Written in conjunction with fellow Literotica author mericalovess. Check out her work too.
A Secure Wet Cigarette
"Afternoon Bob!" Sisi smiled and waved through the glass window of her 'office' for the next 8 hours. Her desk was in effect a small portacabin with large glass windows that enabled those inside to look out over the front gate of the site. It also faced the south, and in summer it was ridiculously hot, and in winter freezing cold. Bob and Sisi smiled at each other as they waved hello. It was useful to stop there, firstly she could check her appearance in the reflection of the window before heading in. She smiled as her thick black hair with a couple of bangs framed her face nicely. The sun glinted off her glasses.
She also had to stop on the pavement before clocking on and light a cigarette. It was both a blessing and hindrance needing to smoke. At 22 Sisi had only really been properly smoking a couple of years. It was a double-edged sword of a blessing of having learnt to smoke. Firstly, she could relax and snuggle into her husbands' arms each evening and they could smoke together. It was a delightful experience.
The hindrance was that before work, she could not just happily march in and start, no she had to plan ahead, there were other priorities in her life now. She had to smoke a cigarette. She found that she could last an hour or so between cigarettes, which coincided with her travel path walk around the site. But even though she had a cigarette on the drive over, before she could start work, she needed a smoke now.
She protected the flame from the warm wind that was swirling the building and lit up, and then grinned and waved again at Bob as the smoke billowed around in front of her face. He rolled his eyes and showed her his watch tapping it with his finger. She was still on time. They did this every afternoon. It was a routine. Bob loved to be the joker.
It was yet another hot afternoon, for a larger girl standing around in the bright sun in her heavy blue cotton shirt and thick cream cargo pants was not the most comfortable thing to be doing. But nicotine addiction creates needs, and she must. A few more drags and she would be in the partially comfortable air-conditioned office for handover with Bob.
They would spend a few minutes going through the log for the morning, plus the stories overnight. It would kill twenty minutes as Bob waxed lyrical over various funnies. That were normally only funny to Bob. Then after a sit down and a coffee, she sorted the paperwork for her shift before signing over control with Bob. He was due to finish shortly and once he was gone, she would spend time walking the site, watching the front gate, reading the newspapers and drinking her coffee.
It would then be time to do her travel path. Sisi would then start her tour of the plant perimeter, which with a few modifications to the official route, now ended up conveniently at the smoking area. Adrian, the guy who inducted her, taught her that trick. There was a convenient shortcut from there back to the office. She worked on the theory that there should not be any complaints.
In the hot sunny weather, it was hard work. She would check her cargo pants for her cigarettes and lighter and then from the office fridge take her large bottle of water with her and walk the perimeter. Sitting in the air-conditioned office drinking coffee and eating cookies was far more enjoyable than the walk and the oppressive heat.
By 2pm the sun was beating down reflecting off the cream concrete path that Sisi traipsed along in her thick industrial boots. The robust underwiring of her 38G bra was again already collecting a swimming pool worth of sweat. She was trying to march confidently, showing off that she was being a good guard. But it was difficult. She was again hot and sticky. The shade cast from several of the tall buildings gave momentary bliss as she shuffled around the site, checking on locked doors as per the orders.
Guzzling water as she waddled around it took longer than it should have done, but she was in no rush. With the penultimate buildings investigated. There was the opportunity for a distraction chat with Tim the maintenance guy. He could talk for hours, and today it was on the finest detail of the latest ladder the company had bought for him. It was a nightmare if you found him in the smoking area. You always ended up having a second cigarette. In this instance he was waxing lyrical about how much more stable the new ladder was, than the last one and could go higher. He could now reach the height of the large shed over there to change the lightbulbs.
Sisi turned and admired the metallic roof and the security light protruding from it and stood there appreciatively nodding. Her hand on her cigarette pack in the pants, just waiting for him to finish waffling on. She looked at her watch. "So sorry Tim, got to get on, paperwork and all." She showed him her watch for effect.
"Right you are!" He grinned and dipped his brush in the green paint, and then humming an out of tune song carried on painting the fence.
She chuckled and shook her head; another few minutes of her shift was done just standing there. She walked around the corner and paused and with a deep breath wiped her brow of sweat and took another large gulp of water finishing the bottle off, before she continued her way along the route.
It was then as she got close to her cabin, and the potential for getting into the air-conditioned office as the heat pounded down, that she had a choice. The coffee and water were now catching up with her. She had to decide to carry on for a much-needed cigarette. She knew Tim was not going to be there. Or go inside for the toilet.
