Hazy 1

///Disclaimer: this story contains the consumption of cannabis as a plot-device///

It was a nice afternoon. The sky was slowly taking on a dark blue hue, as the air cooled down to a comfortable temperature. Melanie was walking down the path she always took when she needed to cool down after a long day. It was indeed a good path for that. A small stream ran parallel to it for some time. In the distance, you could see some pastures where sheep dwelled. Whenever she was on this path, she could just let all her worries go for a while and fully enjoy the moment. She stopped for a moment, so she could look up at the sky, marvelling at the beautiful colours of early nightfall, hear the water splashing in the stream next to her and smell the... Her thoughts came to a halt. That smell was out of place, but also familiar somehow. It was a pleasant smell and she found herself wanting to find out where it came from.

Without much thought, she continued walking so she could get closer to its source. When she turned around a corner, her sneaking suspicion confirmed itself. It was indeed some guy smoking weed on a bench near the path. At first she just smirked as she noticed that she had just abandoned her peaceful contemplation and walked on the second she smelled weed in the air. She liked to smoke weed sometimes, but she didn't think of herself as being that into it. It did smell great though. As she finished her thought, she found herself again walking toward the source of the smell. Even worse, the stranger was now making eye-contact with her.

"Shit," she thought to herself, "If I turn around now, I'm gonna look like the biggest weirdo". So she walked up to the bench and asked if she could join him.

"Sure," he answered. He took another drag from the joint before holding it toward her. "You want some?"

"Yeah...Thanks," she answered in the most polite tone of voice she could. Normally, she would never just go up to someone expecting to get some of their weed, but she might as well accept it, if he was offering it. Plus, it still smelled so good. She took a drag and already felt her body relaxing.

"It's really nice out here, isn't it?" he mused, "The sunset's just so beautiful from here."

"Yeah. I love being out here in nature. It's so relaxing to just get away from all the people from time to time...Not that I'd want to get away from you," she said, passing the joint. She could feel herself blushing, but she was too relaxed to feel nervous. Everything was beginning to feel a little more intense. The colours around her became even more saturated, her hoodie made her feel so warm and cozy and... that smell. It was even nicer now somehow.

"No worries, I get what you mean," he answered with a cloud of smoke leaving his mouth. He continued talking, but Melanie's thoughts kept drifting off. She was hearing him loud and clear, but somehow her mind just couldn't piece the sounds he was making together and make out the sense behind them. This was not normal. It's not as if she was a heavy smoker, but she wasn't such a light weight either.

"I-I'm sorry, but I think your weed is way to strong for me," she managed to interject, before he continued talking. His voice took on a more sombre quality now. She turned to look at him, to try and make out his reaction, only to find him already looking at her with a reassuring expression. He continued on talking, ever so softly and slowly now, and, though she still didn't understand a word he said, she began to feel more and more relaxed. She just stared into his eyes, admiring all the hues of his irises. Soon, she was so relaxed that her eyes became heavy. She couldn't keep them open anymore. Especially as, with every time her eyes shut, she could feel herself getting even more relaxed. It felt so good, to just relax.

After some time she became dimly aware of the fact that she was just sitting there, on a bench, with her eyes closed, next to a total stranger whose voice started to more strongly resemble music than language. But, instead of freaking out, opening her eyes and walking home, she just started to feel aroused. Apparently, that change wasn't lost on the stranger who, as she realised, had started to caress her ever so lightly. She could feel her body warming up and her breathing taking on a quicker pace, as his caressing became more and more intimate, moving to her inner thighs. By the time she managed to open her eyes again, she could feel herself wanting to take off her hoodie. The second that thought popped into her head, her hand were already moving. She didn't have any inhibitions anymore. She could just do what felt good to her and any fear that would come along with it would just dissolve as quickly as the clouds of smoke the stranger was blowing.

At that moment the thought of kissing came into her head. She was almost sure that thought had to do something with the sombre melody of the strangers voice, but that wasn't important anyway. She got up, sat on the stranger's lap and started to kiss him. To her delight, he reciprocated with pleasure. She started to move her hips on his lap as she started to notice how his penis was firmly pressing against her vulva. When Melanie moved away from his lips, trying to catch a breath, the stranger took a final draw from the joint, drew her in and released the smoke into her mouth so she could breathe it in. She closed her eyes, drew in a deep breath and felt a wave of relaxation course through her body once again. For a brief moment, her mind was entirely consumed by the feeling of the stranger's hands on her hips and the relaxing melody of his voice.

When she opened her eyes again, he guided her gently into kneeling position in front of him. She had already had a vague notion of wanting to go down on him, though again, she couldn't quite tell if that was her own idea or somehow external to her. While trying to solve that question in her hazy mind, her hands were already making their way to the stranger's cock. As she took it out of his trousers, she immediately started to blow him. One of her hands made its way down, beneath her panties and started to pleasure her clit. She closed her eyes and let herself go entirely. She found it easier to just let her unconscious mind deal with her movements while she gave her full awareness to the sensation of his shaft gradually moving deeper and deeper into her mouth.

After some time, she slowly started to piece together that she was blowing a total stranger totally exposed to public. But, weirdly, this didn't upset her at all. It wasn't due to the fact that the chances of someone coming across the two of them were getting increasingly slim. Rather, she just felt so relaxed that even the realisation of someone else actually watching her couldn't even phase her. She was completely taken up by the act and lost all her cares to the pleasure she was experiencing now. As head bobbed up and down, taking full advantage of her deeply relaxed throat muscles, she felt herself coming closer and closer to orgasm.

By now, her entire body was filled with pleasure which only led her to give even more passion to her blowjob. She noticed how the gentle melody of the strangers voice was now frequently interrupted by grunting and moaning. A wave of the most intense pleasure went through her body as she felt his sperm shoot down her throat. As she felt his last spurt fill her mouth, she started to orgasm and a, somehow even more intense, wave of pleasure again coursed through her body. The gently held his hand to her chin, lifting her head and kissed her deeply. Afterwards he helped Melanie onto the bench, her legs shaking a little. She planted her head on his shoulder as he gently caressed the back of her neck.

As they sat there, watching the stars that had now begun to appear, she realised that something isn't quite right. Why did she just do that? She never had any fantasy of going down on a stranger, much less out in the open where anyone could see. He must have done something to her.

"Of course! The weed!" she suddenly thought to herself. That would certainly explain that wonderful smell, which initially drew her in. He must have put something in it so he could put her under his influence. But before she could get up and confront him, she thought to herself, "Why quit now? That felt so good...maybe...maybe I'll just keep him."

"By the way, I'm Melanie," she said.

The End