Smoking Paradise Island

This long read (sorry) smoking fetish story came about from reading 'Smokers Island' by Smokesingdance that is found for free elsewhere on the net. It has no resemblance to their story, but it was the source for the idea.

This is a story of what happens when you set up a tropical island that is inhabited by only people who smoke, and because of that, they want to smoke a lot!

Feedback would be appreciated, but of course not expected. There is more to this world, if people are interested.

Smoking Paradise Island- A Breathless New World

Chapter 1- "Twixmas"

Mike Stephenson walked across the house carrying his tablet. He hummed badly out of tune to a Christmas song as he made his way from his study to the kitchen table ducking his dark brown hair under the red tinsel that was hung across the door frame. He kissed the top of his wife's head, then with his extended fingers, with a knowing smile moved the rather full glass ashtray on the kitchen table with a dozen stubbed out butts in it slightly to the side. He then gently placed his tablet down in front of his slim blonde wife, Carrie-Ann. He was excited to show her what he had been researching in anticipation of their 10th wedding anniversary holiday.

"Darling, how about this as an adult holiday destination for you, I mean us darling?" he mused. He had shown her a few already and had been batted away.

This time she raised her blonde neatly plucked eyebrow and then studied the screen for a second and blinked hard. She licked her lips, and before contemplating focusing any further, she placed her Marlboro red between them, pulled hard. The smoke pouring into her lungs raised her chest and straightened her crinkled neckline. She then exhaled a cone out the side of her mouth away from Mike. Carrie-Ann licked her lips from side to side then tutted as she had to reach further to flick her ash. Then properly looked down and focused on the screen as the smoke continued to trickle out of her short nose.

Carrie-Ann smiled, tutted, and then chuckled, as her blue eyes scanned the page. She paused and took her focus away from the screen as she then tilted her head back as the cigarette landed between her lips, her eyes briefly closed as the tip fizzled and then she opened her eyes as the grey smoke tumbled from her lips. With a sigh she again focused on the screen and continued to scroll further down.

A tropical island setting, 30 years in the building, come for a weeks unrestricted smoking holiday, want to stay for a lifetime, enjoy our dedicated freedom without boundaries*-

*except for NO under 18's

She sniffed slightly as she smiled, "Darling, this all very nice, but I don't want to go on a drunken hedonistic 18-30 weekend with you. I know I am not that far past thirty-five, we are no longer teenagers?" She paused and looked at the screen again. "And I am certainly not old enough for a midlife crisis, unless you are buying me a soft top car for my birthday this year?" She happily grinned and twisted her neck and then pulled a puppy dog eye at him. The smoke from her cigarette swirling between them.

"I wasn't planning on it."

"I really would like a soft top though, a pink one...anyway back to going here, I certainly don't want to be getting sand in places I shouldn't!" She cheekily stuck her tongue out at Mike and then looked at her hand and flicked the ash from her cigarette. She paused in bringing the filter again to her lips, "Actually darling, also remember I don't want to go husband swapping or anything, as I still very much love you!" Carrie-Ann exclaimed as she again brought the filter to her lips, her cheeks collapsed as she hauled the smoke into body. She then instantly exhaled with a smile as the smoke tumbled out of her mouth and then out of her nose.

Her voice is an octave lower than you would predict coming from her. At a distance she has a slim young-looking face. However, if you got close, you would see the years of smoking aging her skin. In the corners of her eyes, the crow's feet were very present and as the days passed were getting longer and deeper, and the skin was looser around the frame of her jaw and cheeks.

Mike smiled and then blew her a kiss; his shoulders sank a little. "I thought it might mean you are actually happy with the idea of being away. You know nobody telling you where you can and can't smoke?"

"That sounds good."

"Just think, no clothing, no heating. Just think darling of the ability to easily get an all over suntan!"

Carrie nodded as she thought about it pulling another cigarette out of the pack and then using her current cigarette chain lit it with two powerful drags, and after exhaling again, she sipped her now cold coffee and winced. "As long as smoking is all that it is about, no hedonism. We can think about it!" She held her head high and drew deeply, her cheeks collapsing again around her fresh cigarette locked between her pink lips and then exhaled a gentle cloud of smoke.

"Read a little more, it gets better." Carrie-Ann looked at Mike and then focused again down at the tablet and continued reading.

"Oh, wow darling, there are no really long flights involved, just a smoke friendly cruise! This is a find, as that is a bonus!" Carrie-Ann mused as she re-tucked a stray blonde hair behind her right ear, her little gold and diamond stud earring glistening under the spot ceiling lights as she looked down at the tablet.

Enjoy the exclusive way to the island, a one-night, two-day smoke-filled cruise!

Mike tentatively asked, raising an eyebrow "Caz, shall I continue to research it hon?"

Carrie-Ann rubbed her smoke-covered lips together and nodded. "Yes, you can email them, and whilst you are at it tell them I could do a far better job with their logos and website!" She smiled and then with another drag on her cigarette, exhaled her large cloud of smoke. Mike leaned forwards and picked up her coffee cup and sipped it, and then grimaced at how cold it was. "Excellent, I will see how much it costs. But I won't be quite so forward on your cheeky job hunting..."

"Thanks darling, also when you have finished and get a second you can also go out the back and chat to Arnold... we have just had our Christmas turkey soup, it must be bloody freezing out there...Look." She said pointing with her cigarette towards their bi-fold doors on to their secluded garden. "He is out there pruning the bloody boundary hedge again. There were no bloody leaves on it before Christmas!"

Mike laughed, "Gracie must be out in town sales shopping." He smiled and kissed his wife's neck. "He can look, but I can touch!" Mike grinned and slowly cupped her small breasts squishing and rubbing her erect nipples between his index and middle fingers as he kissed her neck again.

She moaned and wiggled her body in an S shape. "That is lovely darling," she squealed happily again, "but you should go and look up that holiday darling, I really want to have warm summer thoughts for the next six months!" She tilted her hand back and pulled again on her cigarette.

A smile crossed Mike's face as he let go, then mid inhale then squeezed her shoulders affectionately "We've got the heating up full, how much warm thoughts do you need?" he asked jokingly.

"Ha bloody Ha, okay, I just want to tell the office I am fucking off for two weeks."

Mike laughed to himself, "Caz, you only go in once a week?" He joshed and then as she scowled, he turned pottered back to the study leaving Carrie-Ann with her head leaning on the palm of her hand with her cigarettes, cold coffee. In her usual state, naked at the kitchen table in a cloud of her own exhaled smoke as she concentrated on slowly moving the ashtray closer to her hand again.

***

"Caz, darling?" Mike shouted out from the study.

"Yeeahh?" Carrie-Ann slowly growled back and then screwed her face up, before loudly coughing she recovered as she again drew on her cigarette.

"They have got availability for that week in June! It's also not too expensive!" he winced slightly at the cost.

"Are you sure it's not a con, it's a lot of money to lose?" Carrie-Ann called back as she groaned slightly. She again exhaled and uncrossed her legs and slowly raised herself off the sofa where she had recently settled with a cigarette and another coffee. Her small frame padded around towards the study, her green opal belly button pendant swinging side to side against her flat, untoned soft stomach as she walked.

She hovered behind and inhaled on her cigarette as Mike continued scrolling on the computer.

"Darling, I've checked Twitter and Facebook! There are several great reviews; no mobile phones, no Wi-Fi, complete bliss, according to this many have bought houses there, as they don't want to leave!"

"Wow, Mike, you don't need to shout, I'm here!" She deeply growled as the dangled cigarette bounced as she placed her hands on his firm muscular shoulders.

"Look at the photos, each cabin has access to the beach, and rather than exciting and expensive water sports of windsurfing, scuba diving or sailing, they just offer free cigarettes and alcohol instead, they say here you are more than welcome to sit on the beach for the two weeks though!"

Carrie-Ann snorted, "scuba?" she giggled. "I don't think my poor lungs would be in any condition to do that now, I did enjoy it a few years ago mind you..." she frowned at the thoughts and sniffed at the memory of her younger years, "...however now I can expertly do just sitting naked in the sun on the beach, as long as there is a towel!" She smiled at that thought and then dragged hard on the cigarette securely fastened between her lips.

Mike rolled his eyes and squeezed his wife's hand. "You would look gorgeous doing so darling!" he smiled and tensed his shoulders where her hand was as he continued scrolling through several professional high-definition pictures of the tropical island.

"If you are sure Mike?"

Mike looked at his wallet, gulped, and then back at the screen, "Yes, you will, let's do it Darling!" as hovered the mouse over the green book icon.

Chapter 2- A Saturday Morning Six Months Later

"I wonder which one of these is ours?" Carrie-Ann mused out loud as they slowly walked side by side along the modern concrete quayside. They were looking at the large white cruise ships and boats in dock. Carrie was wearing a brand new short white floaty summer dress with large red flowers, with brown leather sandals on her feet, whilst Mike was in his red checked shirt and blue tailored shorts and brown loafers. They both were pulling their particularly unruly 'His and Hers' matching suitcases that were bouncing awkwardly along on the rough floor behind them.

"Err, it won't be one of these huge ones!" Mike said looking at the large monstrosity of a cruise ship towering above them, trying to bring a sense of scale to the holiday.

Carrie-Ann looked on ever more crestfallen. "Are you sure those do look like a lot of fun, a proper cruise!"

"Caz, we are looking for quay G8. This is G4, so it must be around the corner." Mike said with waning confidence.

"I hope it is not too far, as you promised me Darling that there wouldn't be any need for any strenuous exercise."

"I shouldn't be."

"We parked what seemed like hundreds of miles away." Carrie-Ann almost growled, glancing and looking back in the direction of where they walked from. They could no longer see their car. She had to keep briefly pausing to rearrange her dress. The gusts of wind funnelling down between the vast hulls of the larger cruise liners had started to lift and flash her naked butt cheeks as she walked along. As she was stationary, she took the opportunity and opened her purse and retrieved a cigarette and lighter then sheltered the cigarette between her hands and lit it. "Ah, that's better!" she said smiling and then exhaling.

Mike smiled back at her as she inhaled again, "Come on you, we don't want to be late." He suggested to his gorgeous wife as she focused on the cigarette between her lips as the next cloud of smoke billowed and twisted out her nose on the strong sea breeze.

She sighed as she flicked the ash from the cigarette, and she then taking the handle of her suitcase followed Mike as he led her like the pied piper along the quay. Eventually after counting the berths stood there looking at what looked in comparison to the boats around them like a small Tupperware box.

Carrie-Ann came to stop and with a concerning deep sigh. She leaned against the black plastic handle of the suitcase and paused her eyes wide open with fear. "Darling, you said cruise to the island. I was expecting one of these!" She said pointing behind her with the tip of a cigarette to the large, towering white hull on the quay beside them before bringing the filter to her lips for another drag.

"It will all be fine, come on!" Mike said with a nervous laugh and continued trundling his bag towards the small boat. Carrie-Ann sighed, shook her head in disbelief, and followed.

As they got closer to the ship, it was obvious that there were two members of staff on either side of the gang plank. One female and one male, both in dark aviator sunglasses in crisp white shirts and trousers with golden stripes on his shoulder. They both had a pack of Marlboro Reds clearly showing through the thin white cotton of the breast pocket.

The male offered his hand. "Welcome aboard your Smokers Paradise Cruise, I am Mathew the purser, and this is Michelle, please feel very welcome! Sorry to be annoying, but before going aboard we just need to do a quick temperature check of yourselves." As Mathew and Michelle both produced an ear probe from their pockets and respectively stuck it in Mikes and Carrie-Ann's ear, it beeped once, Mathew studied his and Michelle glanced at hers and nodded across. "Great both of you carry on; we don't want anyone with the flu or infectious diseases on the boat or island, as it will be rather detrimental to everyone!"

Mike and Carrie-Ann nodded at each other in agreement.

"Anyway, once everyone is aboard, we will show you to your rooms. Please take a free drink in the atrium, you will also find free cigarettes, convenient lighters and there are plenty of ashtrays found there and throughout the ship." Mathew continued and pointed them in the direction of the gangway. Mike and Carrie-Ann looked at each other, nervously shrugged their shoulders and Carrie placed the half-smoked cigarette between her lips as she needed her spare hand to hold the rail. They then tentatively headed up the gangplank dragging their luggage behind them, the two members of staff turned to watch them safely aboard. Then flipped out their own packs of cigarettes from the breast pocket and smiled at each other and he shared his lighter as they lit up.

***

"Darling this is a bit strange?" Carrie-Ann nervously giggled looking at the vase, which you would expect flowers in, but had an arrangement of several different sized cigarettes and their packs mixed in with several glass ashtrays. Both Mike and Carrie-Ann paused as they entered the small atrium of their small, but luxury cruiser. The first thing Carrie-Ann did was stretch over and stubbed her cigarette out in an ashtray next to a smouldering butt that was already there.

The walls were covered floor to ceiling in old prints and tin plates advertising different cigarette brands. The half a dozen or so other guests were equally milling around the atrium waiting and smoking.

"Impressive art, I must say!" Mike suggested as he gripped his wife's slim waist tightly to his body as they looked around.

"Darling, those adverts with these women smoking are very enticing, they knew what they were doing back then, you know what, it is making me want another cigarette."

"There is nothing stopping you."

"What time did they say they would show us to our rooms?" Carrie-Ann asked as she opened up her red pleather handbag.

"I just heard someone muttering in ten minutes...." Mike suggested as Carrie-Ann nodded.

She grinned at him, "As you said, plenty of time." As she opened her purse, Mike released his grip around her waist as she placed the next cigarette between her lips.

***

Mathew subtly coughed to clear his throat and loudly and clearly. "Welcome aboard the Smoking Paradise Cruise on MV Phillip Morris, named after one of our wonderful sponsors, as they see your custom as of such importance to themselves, by booking with us, they feel they are giving a little something back. So, congratulations on booking with us!

"Let me introduce myself, I am Mathew, the chief purser here to look after you. I am in charge of your safety, and this is my wife, Michelle. She is also here for your safety, but predominantly in charge of fun. She will be your tobacconist and bar maid for this short cruise, as stated my gorgeous Michelle is solely here for your pleasure, if you cannot find the cigarette or drink or newspaper you are after, or if there is anything else required, please do let her know.

"As this cruise is under 48 hours, we do not need to do the full emergency drills; however, we are all fully compliant. If our excellent captain Gordon or any of his brilliant crew single the emergency siren, please all report to the top deck muster station next to beside the ship's bell and await for further instructions." He pointed directly above his head.

"Also, one major health and safety issue we do state, whether inside or outside we only recommend a maximum of your wear flip flops or shoes, the outer deck can if things get a little shaky, very wet and slippery very quickly." The group stifled a giggle, "but apart from that, this is your only restriction. We are due to depart in the next half an hour or so; either Michelle or I will personally show you to your room. Light up, relax and most importantly be happy. Thanks again!"

For no reason at all the dozen other guests all spontaneously clapped and then once it died down, everyone looked around and then one by one they lit up to wait to be shown to their room.

***

"Mr and Mrs Stevenson."

Carrie-Ann and Mike waved acknowledging themselves.

"Excellent. You are Room 2; it's down this way." The long dark curly haired Michelle called out and then she walked them down the short hallway. Mike couldn't help with a small smile observing the curvature of her bottom which bounced and jiggled in her extraordinary tight white jeans. Her equally chubby thighs swished together as she strode the short distance down the hallway. The smoke from cigarette between her own fingers trailing out behind her mixing with her potent, but for Mike, enjoyable perfume. A few paced down the hallway she came to stop and paused and waited for Mike and Carrie-Ann to eventually join her. As she lingered, she dragged on her cigarette, before exhaling a cone out the corner of her mouth up against the low ceiling. Then she stepped to the side and pushed open the walnut wood effect door and let them walk in. "Please you first."

"Wow", Carrie-Ann exclaimed as she walked in the room. "The room is so much bigger than I anticipated."

"I am glad you approve; as do we aim to please," Michelle said as she nodded and watched on as Mike and Carrie-Ann looked around the room. "Shower, toilet to the side, TV, ashtrays, and of course some important cigarettes. Plus, coffee making facilities, just to let you know if you haven't been with us before dinner is served at 7pm, breakfast at 730am, or 8 at your door, and lunch will be before our arrival at 1230pm again in the dining room. Dress code is definitely not formal; I like to call it- 'relaxed to appoint if you can be bothered'." She smiled at her attempt at humour. "Later, often after a drink or two I can confirm that I am not bothered either!" She cackled and gently coughed, and she raised her hand to apologise as she leaned across and flicked her ash into the spotless glass ashtray evidently glued to the table. "Anyway, as soon as we set off, I will open the free bar which will only close when you choose to go to bed, so please do enjoy the short cruise. We all look forward to the Smoking Paradises evening entertainment. I can certainly promise that there will be more fun ashore."