I am Serena, a happily married woman. I must have been in my late 30s when I got a job in the office of a local printers. In the office was the wife of the owner and their 18 year old son Marc who was waiting to go to university. In the factory there were about 15 men. I had been married to Mark for about 15 years and always been faithful to him. In those days I was a smoker and in the coffee breaks and lunch times I would take my coffee and go into a back yard and have a smoke. I had only been there a couple of days and I realised that whenever I went out there Marc would follow me even though he didn't smoke - he said he liked to get the fresh air - even when it was quite cold out there.
He would always talk to me and I soon noticed that as I smoked he kept staring at me.
One day I made the coffee and realised I had left my cigarettes at home. I said something like, 'Oh shit' and Marc asked what the matter was. I told him and he offered to go over to the shop and get some for me. I gave him the money and off he went. When he got back he handed me two packets and said he had bought a spare pack that I could keep in my desk in case I forgot them again. I thought how considerate that was of him.
Again he followed me out into the yard and asked if he could light my cigarette. I handed him the lighter and took a deep inhale as he lit it and then blew the smoke out through my pursed lips. I could see his hands trembling as he held the lighter. Suddenly I realised he was getting some sort of kick out of watching me smoke .I had read somewhere that it's a fetish for some guys to watch females smoking and I began to think Marc was like that. Again I found him staring at my mouth as I smoked the cigarette. Whenever I have smoked and gone back to the office I always put fresh lipstick on and had started to notice that Marc was always watching me do that too . One day (by the way the factory finished work at 4.30 but the office stayed open until 5.00) things were quiet at about 4.45 and I thought I'd have one last cigarette before I went home and again Marc followed me out into the yard. Now I had to say something and asked him why he always came outside with me. He blushed and apologised and said he wouldn't do it anymore. I said I just wanted to know why he did it. After lots of hesitation he admitted that watching ladies smoking got him excited. I said, 'Do you get a hard on?'
He blushed even more and nodded.