Edgar watched the slinky brunette woman as she stood talking to a friend while on a smoking break. He stared as the young woman slowly lifted her right hand and lightly touched the cigarette to her lips, her crimson lipstick distinctively marking the white filter tip. Then as she inhaled, he could almost see the smoke curling into her mouth like the tongue of a lover. Her hand, with the cigarette gracefully tucked between two fingers, then dropped to her side flicking away the excess ash in the same movement.
Looking back up at her face, he watched as the white smoke trickled out of her mouth and vanished in a wisp of a breeze as she spoke. Later as she exhaled, the faint fog rolled down her body like a pair of hands. Then her hand once again returned to her mouth which opened slightly to touch the cigarette again.
Reaching down to his lap, Edgar adjusted his erection, just as he had each time he watched a woman smoking near him. Since seeing Lauren Bacall sensuously drawing the smoke out of a cigarette in the movies, he had been fascinated with women who smoked. Although Edgar never smoked, he always carried a pack of cigarettes since he was old enough to buy them. He spent a full two years after his eighteenth birthday trying to find the courage to, pull the cigarettes out of his pocket and offer it to a woman.
When he finally did get the opportunity, he learned he needed to carry a brand that women wanted to smoke. The old Marlboro Man (TM) may have enticed the ladies, but not to smoke his brand. After that he carried Virginia Slims (TM) almost exclusively.
Drawing his attention away from the woman's cigarette, Edgar let his eyes wander as she appreciated the hint of cleavage showing at the top of her blouse. He then visually caressed the curve of her breasts, slid downwards around her hips and then down to her legs. Suddenly, his attention returned to the woman's face as she tilted her head back and blew a ring of smoke into the air.
As the smoke ring slowly expanded Edgar let his mind drift back to a small café where he offered a cigarette to a woman and she accepted, asking him to sit at her table. His attraction to her, more specifically, to her smoking quickly became apparent so by the time their drinks were served, she was no longer politely blowing the smoke toward the floor, she was gently blowing it at him.
"You gave me a cigarette, but not one for yourself?"
"I don't smoke," he remembered replying.
"But you carry cigarettes?"
