Shirley and I lay there panting and exhausted in each other's arms for what seemed like a long time. The day was pleasant and not too warm yet and there was a nice breeze blowing on our shady hillside. I loved just lying there holding her close and feeling her breath. Every few minutes I would gently and tenderly kiss her lips or her face or neck. She would whimper and snuggle tighter.
I looked at her lying there in my arms and took in her sweaty body and soaking matted pubic hair. I could taste both my cum, her pussy juices and burnt tobacco every time I kissed her and ran my tongue around her lips or probed her mouth with it. In the years since Shirley I have found most women who smoke to be repulsive. One lady I dated had terrible "dragon breath" and I simply could not stand kissing her.
I have found, however, that when I am deeply attracted to a woman both with my heart and my lust, her smoking does not bother me at all. When Shirley asked me to reach her a cigarette I did so gladly. If she had asked I would have torn out my heart and handed it to her that morning. I lit it for her with her worn Zippo and watched as the tip glowed bright red for seven or eight seconds and then she inhaled very deeply. Her exhale followed several seconds later and it was long and dense with the usual trailing wisps from her nose.
I didn't really know much or care about such things back then, but I had noticed that on different days Shirley would smoke different brands of cigarettes. Mostly, she smoked Kents which were filtered. Some days she smoked long white unfiltered Pall Malls. Today she had the deep red Pall Mall pack with her. With these she would often get a piece of tobacco on her lips or tongue and would daintily spit it away.
As she continued smoking I began to expand my kissing to her chest again. I loved her modest breasts with her large areola's and thick rubbery nipples. She loved having them licked and sucked and I noticed the nipple she had twisted and pulled while I ate her pussy earlier was very red and looked like it was bruised. After a few minutes I got a handkerchief from my jeans pocket and walked, naked, to the stream. After soaking it in the cool water I returned and wiped the sweat from Shirley's face and chest.
She laughed and squirmed as I wiped the matted hair in her underarms and then began to clean the thick fur around her pussy. I had to return to the stream several times to wash it out before I was satisfied with my work. Shirley had finished her cigarette and while I finished cleaning her she pointed out that I was again erect and "ready for business."
"Are you sure that we can't be together anymore?" I asked her, hoping for a reprieve from the sentence she had already pronounced.
"As much as I would like to continue this forever, I will not hurt MJ more or take the chance of hurting my other two daughters. This was wrong and I knew that going in. I let poor judgment and lust take over my good senses."
"So, being with me is a mistake?" I was hurt and she realized it.
"Yes, but it is the sweetest and most wonderful mistake of my life."
"Can't we just take off together? You get a divorce and you and I will find a way to be happy somewhere else." My youthful lust, love and exuberance showed no good judgment in reality.
"No, honey, we can't. That would hurt all kinds of people and you would eventually be one of them. You need to find yourself someone your age with a whole lifetime of loving ahead of them. But, you saying that to me is the sweetest thing and I love you for it."
"I love you Shirley, and I would do anything for you." I know I sounded pitiful but this was my first love and unlikely as it may seem, I was branded forever with the sound, feel and smell of her.
I know that I asked her that day about her husband and she would not tell me how he was mean to her as I had heard. I know she had been at our house with black eyes and other bruises in the past and I knew it was from him. At 5 ft 10, I am not a tall man but I am thick and very muscular. I was popular with the local farmers when I was in my late teens because of my strength and willingness to work long hours.
I was always the guy who threw heavy bales up to the stacker when the wagon or truck was piled very high. Because of my love for Shirley I wanted to use my youthful strength to protect her. I told her that if her husband was ever "mean" to her again I would hurt him. She then became very upset and cried and finally made me promise to never do anything like that. She told me that it would only cause problems for everyone and she didn't want me to get into trouble.