Smoking With Heather

I watched as Heather raised the cigarette to her mouth. She placed the cork filter in the center of her pursed lips and the cigarette bobbed upwards as she released her fingers into a V. The tip of the cigarette glowed as she inhaled the smoke into her mouth. Her cheeks caved slightly before she removed the cigarette and opened her mouth. A roll of smoke came out of her mouth before she inhaled it back in. Pursing her lips she blew a cone of smoke upwards, the wind blowing it away.

"Like that?" Heather inquired.

"Just like that." I stammered, barely believing what was happening.

"Maybe try releasing a larger ball of smoke before you inhale it back in." I continued, hoping Heather understood. Also hoping I wasn't pushing my luck.

Taking a drag of her cigarette, she replied "Okay, let's see."

This time she placed the cigarette slightly off center, and dragged hard, her cheeks hollowing more than last time. She removed the cigarette and looked slightly down as she opened her mouth. A large ball of creamy smoke exited her lips and she snapped it back into her mouth, only a few stray wisps of smoke escaping.

As she blew the smoke out of her mouth, a small amount came out her nose.

"Well?' she asked.

"Perfect. That looked so sexy." I said, standing a bit closer to her and putting an arm around her waist.

Heather flicked ash off her cigarette with a manicured thumb nail and said "I think I like the french inhale better, though."

"I like them both, I am just glad you don't mind smoking for me." I stammered, trying not to sound too desperate.

*****

And desperate I was. As long as I could recall, a girl or woman smoking was exciting to me. Growing up in the 80's, smoking was everywhere. The chance of seeing a woman smoking was much higher than today.

At first, I found it captivating, then as I got older, I found it sexy and a turn on. I had spent my teen years trying to date girls who smoked, but invariably only the 'good girls' who hated smoking were attracted to me.

Later in college, I was able to fool around with a few smoking girls, but aside from making out with them as we smoked, I never got up the nerve to actually tell them about my smoking fetish.

As I got a bit older, I decided to do something about it. I focused on dating only smokers. The first girl I dated, Amanda, smoked daily, but she found it weird and off putting when I wanted her to smoke before and during sex. She was perfectly happy to sit in bed naked and smoke after sex, but had no interest in anything else. That satisfied me for a time, but I wanted more.

So a few weeks back I was at the pub having a few drinks with friends. The bartender serving us was a spirited blonde, named Heather. When not serving the occasional customer, or wiping down the bar, she was posted at one end, drinking a coffee, and smoking cigarettes. I noticed her straight away, as any red-blooded man would. But of course, what really drew me to her was her smoking. She smoked with a casual style that declared: Fuck you, I'm smoking. The odd time, she would keep smoking while pouring a drink, the cigarette jutting out from her lips.

Over the course of the night, I worked up enough (liquid) courage to wander down to her perch at the end of the bar and chat with her. She was very quick to laugh, and easy going. She had her hair up in a ponytail, and I could see a nose ring in one nostril. Her eyes sparkled when she laughed and her whole essence was joyous.

Before heading back to my friends, I shot my shot.

"So, I'm not doing anything tomorrow night, and would love to take you out for dinner, or a drink, if you're not working," I said.

Heather cocked her head to the side and answered "Turns out I am free, and I do like to eat! Meet me outside at 7:00, I know a place just around the corner".

"Great, see you then!" I said, heart beating quicker.

*****

The restaurant around the corner turned out to be a Mexican place. We sat down in the smoking section, and she put a pack of Marlboro Reds on the table.

After ordering drinks, she grabbed her pack and pulled one out, offering it to me.

"You want one?" she asked.

"I would love one, but I do have my own," I replied, patting my pocket.

"Well, take this one for now, we can smoke yours later!" she said, smiling at me.

I took the cigarette and Heather took one of her own. I was quick to grab my lighter and light hers for her. She immediately took a drag and let a tiny snap inhale out. She lifted her chin slightly, and exhaled a tight stream of smoke towards the ceiling.

I watched her, captivated.

We made small talk throughout the evening, each smoking several cigarettes (I never did take my pack out). After leaving the restaurant, we strolled through a nearby park, stopping under the gazebo.

"One more smoke for the road?" she asked.

"Of course," I replied.

Feeling a sudden daring urge I blurted out "I love watching you smoke".

Heather smiled and said "I thought you seemed very interested in my smoking, but figured it was my stunning beauty", as she dramatically flipped her hair and giggled.

"Oh, it's both, for sure. But I get...turned on by a beautiful woman smoking, and...sorry, forget it. I don't want to make this weird." I murmured, wondering what in the hell I was doing.

I should have just kept my mouth shut and enjoyed her spirited attitude and her smoking from a relative distance. Ugh.

"No, go ahead, it's okay. Tell me what you wanted to say. I won't judge you" she said, looking inquisitive and curious. The pack of cigarettes seemed forgotten in her hands.

I moved slightly closer to her and let out a long breath.

"As long as I can remember, I've always found women smoking to be so sexy. I love watching women smoke, it...turns me on" I declared, feeling a little bit relieved and a whole lot nervous.

She seemed to be thinking about it, cocking her head to the side.

"The last guy I dated wanted to piss on me, so me smoking seems kind of tame. Is there more to it, or do you just want to watch me?" Heather asked.

"Well, there is more, but not involving piss" I joked. "Mostly I want to watch you, but also maybe kiss you, while you smoke? And maybe more sexual stuff. But, you know, I...I don't want to presume anything." I hastily added.

"Okay, so what about my smoking do you like?" she asked as she pulled a cigarette out of her pack. She held it between two fingers and put it between her lips, letting it dangle.

"I do really like a nice thick creamy french inhale, or a snap inhale. Either way, everything about your smoking style is perfect!" I advised her.

"Perfect? Let's see what I can do," she said around the dangling cigarette in her lips.

Over the next ten minutes, Heather proceeded to attempt a few french inhales. It wasn't very windy out, but there was enough air moving around to make it hard for her to perfectly capture all of the smoke in her nose. She had obviously practiced this before, likely back in junior high, like most smoking girls in those days.

*****

"Well, if I am going to smoke anyways, I may as well have you enjoy it!" Heather replied with a sly smile.

She raised the cigarette to her lips while not taking her eyes off mine. She took a long drag, and as she opened her mouth, a perfect ball of smoke floated out, before she snapped it back into her mouth. She pursed her lips to the side and blew the smoke just to the side of my face. Still looking at me, she placed a hand behind my back and pulled me closer.

"What were you saying about a kiss?" she asked, parting her lips and tilting her head up to mine.

Our lips met and she snaked her tongue into my mouth. All I could taste was the smoke on her tongue, and it was divine. Our tongues darted and danced in each other's mouths, until she broke the kiss. She rubbed her finger along her lip, and smiled up at me.

Feeling more daring now that Heather was indeed smoking for me, I told her "That was nice, but would you take a drag, then kiss me? Then exhale the smoke as we kiss, so we can share it."

"Oooh okay, that sounds fun", she declared.

Heather leaned her head up, took a drag, and as soon as she removed the cigarette from her lips, she moved in for the kiss. Her tongue was accompanied by her smokey breath, twisting it around mine, as I inhaled her smoke. I broke the kiss and exhaled the remainder into the night air.

"That was cool, I liked it. Can you try kissing me?" she asked, handing the cigarette to me.

I took her cigarette and took a drag, as she watched me patiently. Removing the cigarette, I opened my mouth and met hers. I copied her and darted my tongue into her mouth as I shared the smoke. Heather made a small sound and pulled away. She tilted her head up and slowly exhaled the smoke into the air in a thin plume.

I offered her the cigarette back and she pulled me closer. I was nervous about her feeling my hard cock through my pants, but it was too late to move away.

Taking her cigarette, she flicked the ash then took another long drag. Her lips parted slightly as a long waft of smoke exited out one side and curved upwards in a french inhale into one nostril. She teasingly placed her lips just out of reach of mine and blew the smoke into my face and mouth as I tried to inhale it all.

Laughing she said, "I can literally feel you getting hard right now. You really do love this."

"Yeah, I do...there's more things I would love to do, but don't want to push my luck and ruin a perfect night," I ventured, hoping the kissing wet her appetite for more.

"Okay, what kind of things?" she inquired as she took a last drag on the cigarette, before tossing it aside and exhaling the smoke in a cone over our heads.

"Well, I'd love to get a smoking blowjob, having you smoke during sex, or watching while you smoke and masturbate" I ventured, figuring at this point she would have left if she found it all so offensive.

Heather seemed to ponder all this as she pulled away from me. She linked her arm through mine as we started walking out of the gazebo.

"I never fuck on the first date," she stated, "But that all does sound somewhat interesting. I like the effect my smoking has on you. And the kissing was actually fun."

"So how about a second date?" I asked her.

"I have been known to fuck on the second date!" she exclaimed, smiling up at me.

*****

Three long, restless days later, we had our second date. She invited me over to watch a movie at her place. Her TV was in her bedroom. Heather absolutely was fucking with me, turning on the TV, and putting on Basic Instinct.

"What?!?" she cried, grinning mischievously. "It's the only movie I could think of to watch"

She grabbed the remote, sat on her bed, and reached over to her nightstand. Heather pulled her pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of her purse. She pointed to her ashtray on her dresser, and asked "Are you going to bring that over and join me?"

I grabbed the empty ashtray and set it beside her. I sat down and we leaned against her headboard. She raised the remote and clicked play. The movie started.

Heather opened her pack and pulled out a cigarette. Placing it between her lips she asked me "Want to share a cigarette with me?" as the cigarette bobbed up and down as she spoke.

"Of course!" I happily replied, hoping to do just that. Something about sharing a cigarette with a woman always was a huge turn on for me, more so than smoking our own.

Heather lit her cigarette and took a long drag, her fingers making a V as the cigarette raised upwards. As she removed the filter from her lips she produced a ball of smoke, quickly sucking it back into her mouth.

"I've been practicing," she said, pursing her lips and blowing a large cone of smoke towards the TV. She held the cigarette out to me. Taking it I took a drag and leaned towards her to give her a smoking kiss. She raised her chin slightly and parted her lips as our tongues gently danced together around the smoke. She broke the kiss and smiled at me. I offered the cigarette back to Heather.

She took another drag, looking me in the eyes. Taking the cigarette out of her mouth, Heather did a perfect french inhale. There was no wind here to capture any of the smoke wisps, so she greedily inhaled in all through her nose. Tilting her head upwards she let out a long exhale, with some of the smoke exiting through her nose. She took another drag immediately, turning towards me, her face very close to mine. Heather opened her mouth, letting the un-inhaled smoke drift out of her lips into mine. I inhaled the harsh smoke and fought the urge to cough. I plunged my tongue into her mouth as we shared the smoke together.

Heather broke the kiss and flicked the ash into the ashtray. Her hand reached down and caressed the front on my jeans, feeling my obviously hard cock.

"Well, it is the second date..." I said.

"So tell me more about what you want me to do," she replied.

"I love the sight of smoke being blown on my cock. I'd like you to give me a blowjob while smoking. Seeing you hold the cigarette while stroking and sucking me would be a real turn on," I told her.

Heather put the cigarette between her lips and her hands deftly unfastened my belt and zipper. I lifted my hips off the bed, and she pulled my pants and underwear right off. I honestly felt a little timid, being halfway naked in front of her, considering she was fully dressed and I had been at her place all of 10 minutes.

"Now you're overdressed." I remarked, as she took another drag.

"I can fix that," she said, exhaling the smoke right at me, and handing me the cigarette. I took it from her and she reached up to pull her top off. Her tits were spectacular. Bigger than average, and with long pink nipples.

She scooted down in front of my spread legs, and said "Let's see what we're working with here".

Heather reached for my cock. It was already hard, at its peak 6 inches. Not as big as some I'm sure she's seen, but it is one the thick side, and I've never had complaints.

She started slowly stroking my cock as she raised her other hand, beckoning me to give her the cigarette back. I handed it to her, and she looked right into my eyes. Not breaking eye contact, Heather placed the cork filter between her lips and took a drag. She slowly removed the cigarette and I could see her tongue moving in her mouth. She opened her mouth and a large creamy ball of smoke snapped out, only to be sucked back into her lungs. She leaned forward, while still looking at me, pursed her lips and exhaled a tight stream of smoke right onto the head of my cock.

I groaned in pleasure, my hips lifting off the bed. She reached over to the ashtray, flicking the ash off with her thumb nail, and rolling the cigarette around the rim of the ashtray to clean up any embers. She placed her hand with the cigarette onto my cock, her thumb and ring finger stroking me, while her other two fingers held the cigarette. The sight of her hand holding both the cigarette and my cock almost made me cum.

Heather placed the cigarette between her lips and reached behind her to wrestle her blonde hair into a loose bun.

Taking the cigarette out of her mouth, she said "For a better view".

Stroking my cock with one hand she moved the ashtray closer and asked "Grab my smokes and lighter," pointing to the head of the bed beside me.

I handed them to her and she took one last drag off her existing cigarette. She leaned forward and her tongue gently danced over the head of my cock as smoke poured out around it. Her tongue flicked to the underside of the head and she kissed the whole head before pulling back.

"This is actually kind of fun," Heather stated.

She pulled another cigarette out of her pack and placed the cork filter in the center of her mouth. Pursing her lips, she raised the lighter, and took an exaggerated drag, her cheeks hollowing. As her mouth opened, Heather french inhaled the smoke in a large flip into her nose. She leaned forward again and blew the smoke over my cock head, tongue flicking out to tease.

Her left hand gripped my cock and started stroking it as she held the cigarette in her right hand. She opened her mouth and slid my cock in. Taking in the first few inches, she quickly took it all, in a seemingly effortless deep throat. Her mouth slid up and down, and it felt fucking amazing. So good, I forgot about the smoking part of the smoking blowjob. Thankfully, Heather didn't.

Pulling the cock almost out of her mouth, her tongue flicked all over the head and slit of my cock, driving me to lift my hips up and moan. She took my cock out of her mouth and wiped her right hand along her lips, to dry them. She placed the cigarette between her lips and took a drag. Another perfect snap inhale rolled out of her mouth before she sucked it back in, only to be chased into her mouth by my cock. She plunged her face over and over before lifting up and exhaling a very transparent stream of smoke at my cock. Evidently her lung absorbed much more of the smoke than usual. I really found that sexy.

Taking another drag she again flicked her tongue around the head and shaft and smoke poured out all over my cock. Her left hand pulled my cock upwards as she leaned down and started licking my balls. Heather placed the cigarette between her lips again, taking another long, slow drag. She blew the smoke all over my balls and I could see it curling up around my cock. That was really fucking hot. Taking my balls into her mouth, she sucked on them as she stroked my cock with her left hand.

Pulling my balls out of her mouth, Heather reached over and ashed the cigarette in the ashtray, and resumed the blowjob. Her wet mouth, lips, and tongue worked wonders on my cock. She seemed eager to give me pleasure by alternating between french and snap inhales on every drag, and looking me in the eye as she exhaled the smoke all over my cock.

After what seemed too short a time, Heather stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray. She moved up my body and kissed me, her smokey tongue rolling around mine.

Smiling, Heather inquired "So, how was that?"

"Amazing. Better than I thought it would be," I replied.

"Oh, that was your first time? For a blowjob, or with the smoking?" she asked.

"My first smoking blowjob, I've had the regular kind before. But it was just perfect." I answered her.

"Good, now it's time for payback," she happily exclaimed, undoing her pants and sliding her pants and underwear off her hips.

"Lick my pussy good enough and maybe I'll smoke more for you," Heather teased me.

I crawled up her body, slowly kissing my way up her legs. I could see her pussy clearly. She had large pink lips, and was completely shaved. I took my time getting up to her groin, and after a few minutes she ordered "Stop fucking around and eat me!"

Not one to disappoint, I settled between her spread thighs and got to work. I spread her meaty lips apart and delved into her with my tongue. She tasted both clean and tart at the same time. Delicious. I worked my tongue around her labia, her hole, and up towards her clit. I alternated gently lapping at her clit and sucking it into my mouth and rolling my tongue over it. Heather started panting and grinding her pussy into my mouth.

"Holy fuck that feels so good!" she almost shouted. "Eat my pussy baby, lick it all up."

So, perhaps dirty talk was her kink? As I lapped her clit I moved my hand up towards her face and told her "Get my fingers wet".

Heather took my fingers into her mouth and drooling saliva all over them, and sucking each like a mini cock. I pulled my hand out and brought my fingers to her hole. I teased her a little by rubbing them all over the folds of her lips and her clit, then worked a finger slowly into her pussy. I resumed my attention to her clit.

Her hips buckled against my finger, while mashing her clit against my mouth. Her breathing quickened and she again starting talking dirty, by saying "Fingerfuck me, eat me, eat my cunt, oh fuck, it feels so good, don't fucking stop".