It was her own coughing fit that finally woke her that morning. Sitting up, Kate reached for the pack of cigarettes that now lived on her nightstand and lit one on the way to the bathroom. She smoked it hungrily while she peed and stubbed it out in the ashtray she kept next to her tub that was already filled by the butts from the night before. Suppressing another cough she made her way back to her bedroom and frowned a little at the overlapping smells of sex and stale smoke that filled her apartment as she realised she'd have to change her air filters again.
As she made her way back to the bed, she remembered picking the girl up at the bar, the way her pussy had tasted as she lapped her tongue up and down the neatly trimmed bush; the sight of her moaning as they realised they shared the same fetish and smoked cigarette after cigarette while blowing the smoke into each other's mouths and over their erogenous zones, each cigarette feeling like a second, mini orgasm to accompany the many they shared together as they explored their most intimate parts with their fingers, tongues and the collection of toys Kate now kept in her bedside drawers.
These memories stirred something down below and Kate lit another cigarette while starting to rub her clit with the other hand. As she built towards her climax she got two, then 3 fingers inside, and finally her whole hand as she chained one cigarette after another, carefully lighting the next with the butt of the last one, until finally she came hard and lay back on the bed out of breath and with a slight wheeze as her smoked damaged lungs struggled to keep up with her oxygen needs.
