It had been a long time since I had met a woman who shared my smoking fetish. So as I set off to a local theatre to watch an amateur dramatic society's version of A Midsummer Nights Dream that thought was a long way from my mind. However as I stood in the foyer before the performance having a cool glass of wine I couldn't help looking around to see which women were smoking.
For as long as I could remember I have always been turned on by women smoking and have met a few who have shared this fetish with some very sexy and pleasurable experiences. My eyes gazed around to see several women enjoying a cigarette before the performance started. Not wishing to sound snobbish but as it was a Shakespearian play you tended to get a better class of person.
After a few minutes I went in the auditorium and took my seat. It was a reasonable but not outstanding performance and after about an hour the curtain came down for the interval. I made my way out to the bar and got a glass of white wine. Once again I glanced around and watched women enjoying a cigarette and quite a few took my fancy and I feasted my eyes on them as they inhaled and exhaled.
Two women came and stood about six feet away from me and I was pleased when they took their cigarettes out. One was short and dumpy and quite plain. The other was tall, attractive and wore glasses. As they lit their cigarettes I immediately noticed the tall one using french inhales to smoke and would then turn her head and blow a long plume of blue smoke through the centre of her lips. I thought to myself, here is a woman I could watch all night. The two of them chatted and whenever the tall one put the cigarette to her lips I made sure I was watching.
At one time she saw me looking at her and I looked away. As I looked back at her she smiled and put the cigarette between her lips and took a deep inhale on it. Our eyes locked together for an instant and she turned her head slightly but continued looking at me as she exhaled. We were playing games with each other with our eyes. She continued talking to her friend but whenever she smoked she looked my way and I was always looking at her.
After a few minutes she had finished her cigarette and her friend walked away presumably to go to the ladies. We continued our drinks and both looked around but our eyes would then come back to each other. She put her drink down and reached for her cigarettes and took one out. She slowly and deliberately put the cigarette in between her lips and then put the packet back down. As she reached for her lighter I took the two steps necessary to reach her, put out my hand for the lighter and said, 'May I?.' She handed me the lighter and I lifted it to the cigarette. I flicked it and the flame shot out.
For an instant she looked down to make sure she was getting the light. Then she looked me in the eyes. My eyes dropped the couple of inches to see her inhale and then immediately blow the smoke out alongside the cigarette. Then she took a deep inhale, took the cigarette out of her mouth, turned her head slightly a blew a long blue plume to the right of my face. I breathed deeply through my nose and took in the wonderful aroma of her exhaled smoke.
We made small talk and I asked how she was enjoying the play and she said that she was only there to accompany her friend and quite honestly Shakespeare was not her scene. Her friend returned and they spoke quietly so that I couldn't hear them. Her friend turned and smiled as she walked passed me and went into the auditorium. She continued to smoke in between our chatting. I was fascinated as she used French inhales each time.