My Smoky Ladies - chapter 1 / 5 - Sex Stories

My Smoky Ladies - chapter 1 / 5

... included her legs as she exhaled. "And uh..." I struggled to remember my list of questions. "And did you like smoking the first time?"

"No, it tasted bad." The motion as she tapped the ash off the end reminded me of a hand job, with feminine fingers shaking my shaft.

I zoomed in as she took another drag and felt a movement in my boxers. "Do your parents smoke?"

She exhaled a cloud as she said, "Dad does, and my Mom used to." My parents never smoked. I had only tried it a few times but had a passion for watching.

She uncrossed her legs then crossed them again, giving me a glance at her thighs as she held her lips close together and exhaled a thin white stream. She put the cigarette out in an ashtray and lit another, exciting me further as her mouth and cheeks moved, reminding me of oral sex.

I moved to my left, trying to get a better angle on her moderate bosoms as she inhaled again. "Do your siblings smoke?"

She nodded and took another puff. "I have two sisters and they do."

The thought of seeing three sisters smoking excited me greatly. I had a full erection demanding relief, so I said, "Thanks for your help. I really appreciate it." I briskly walked to the café's Men's room and made the iron rod in my boxers go down in a toilet stall. When I finished, I realized I had at least ten more questions for her. I walked back out and saw her a block away, leaving the area.

Watching women smoke turned me on but talking to them and recording as they did was ...

... nearly overwhelming. I was upset that I didn't know why. I interviewed another lady smoker each morning and each afternoon for the next week and had the same issues. I got aroused and erect quickly and needed to pause the interviews after only ten or fifteen minutes. Usually my subjects went on their way before I returned.

I thought maybe I could pay some ladies for a full interview at my place. I'd run to the bathroom halfway through to fix my problem, then ask the rest of my questions. I put an add on the college bulletin board. After five days, there were no responses. I asked one of my friends why.

He looked at the ad and laughed. "Think about your wording. 'Young smoking ladies, come earn $50 an hour in my room. Call 646 --- ----"

I asked, "What's wrong with it?"

"It sounds like you want cheap hookers!" He laughed and walked off saying, "Good luck!"

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I took a classmate Brad to breakfast one morning to discuss the papers we were writing. When we walked in a large Polynesian-looking waitress drank from a straw and set her glass behind the counter, then brought us menus and walked off. We had very different opinions of her. I subtly pointed and whispered, “Did you see her? Wow!”

He asked, “What? You like fat girls?”

“No, did you see her face?”

“The only part her ink doesn’t cover? You like tats?”

I tried to explain, “No, no! Her mouth! Such a pretty…”

She returned with coffee pots and asked, “Regular or decaf?”

“Regular.” Regular.” She ...