My Smoky Ladies - chapter 1 / 5 - Sex Stories

My Smoky Ladies - chapter 1 / 5

... "You have a lot of space, but it's so empty. Just a table and chairs and a bar way over in the corner."

"I don't really need a lot. I've been thinking about getting a pool table, and maybe a sofa and a TV down here."

"A pool table would be fun. I'm not great at it, but I like to play."

I recorded her lighting a cigarette, which instantly doubled her attractiveness, in my eyes. She said, "Furniture is so expensive these days. One of the chairs in our living room broke, and I'm trying to get enough for a new one. The money for this interview will help." I zoomed the camera in on her red lipstick as she exhaled a narrow jet of white.

"How did it break? Were the kids roughhousing?" I stared as she sucked in a large drag and focused the camera on the red lipstick she left on the cigarette's filter.

She exhaled a wide cloud and blushed. "When my husband Ray got home from work last week, I was a little frisky and jumped in his lap. Breaking a leg off his chair wasn't very romantic. He's still mad about it."

I asked, "Where does he work?" I zoomed out, then back in slightly as I tilted the camera down toward her pale smooth legs.

"An oil platform in the gulf. He lives there for a month, then he has two weeks off at home. It pays well, but with the boat, motorcycle, truck, and two cars, we have a lot of bills. Sometimes he works an extra week and only comes home for one. I barely see him anymore." She sounded lonely and a little sad.

"Does he smoke?"

"No, ...

... it's not allowed there. He had to quit when he got the job. I mostly quit too." She betrayed her lie by putting her first cigarette out and immediately lighting another. I zoomed the camera in close again. I could see a few wrinkles at the corners of her mouth and eyes, but thought she was still quite pretty for about 35.

"Do you have a job?"

"I cook part-time. I make breakfast and lunch at the diner three days a week, then I'm home for the kids after school."

I zoomed in on her fingers as she knocked her ash of by tapping the cigarette with a long red fingernail. I thought it was strangely erotic.

"I uh... do... do you smoke at work?"

"Only one a shift on my break. Ray's sister works there, and she'd tell him if I smoked more. I don't get along with her anymore. I only smoke five or six a day now, maybe eight or nine when he's not home."

"When did you start smoking?"

"20 years ago. Ray and I were 13 and his sister Ann was 15. She took three cigarettes from their dad. I lived across the street from them. We coughed and gagged and felt like we were dying at first. We weren't even in high school, and tried smoking unfiltered Camels." She laughed. "We didn't know what we were doing, and got pieces of tobacco in our mouths. It was awful! I think it was a month later when I took a pack of menthol lights from my Mom. Those were much better. I still like menthols."

She uncrossed and recrossed her legs, giving me and the camera a peek at her black panties. She ...