My Smoky Ladies - chapter 1 / 5 - Sex Stories

My Smoky Ladies - chapter 1 / 5

... a few times to get them to trust me, then record them at my place. Instead of renting, I bought a small house. I had plenty of money, more than I really knew what to do with. I left most of it in safe investments, only buying what I needed. I was focused on my research, not fun.

I needed information for my thesis and I had a strong desire to watch the pretty ones smoking. I reviewed the state and local laws, to make sure I wouldn't be breaking any. I had no intention to touch the girls or do anything romantic or sexual with them. I bought copies of the local high school yearbooks, to help me identify my subjects. Several times I felt like I was being creepy and nefarious, like a stalker, but I never harmed anyone and never wanted to.

At lunch time I would stand on a street corner near a high school and write down the names of the girls who left to smoke. I'd do the same after school, enjoying the sight of dozens of young ladies smoking as they walked home. I was a little surprised there were so many, nearly half of the seniors and a third of the juniors. Even with the sophomore class, a quarter of them smoked already. I was shocked when I saw three sixth graders puffing away at a park.

One of the most important parts of my plan was how I first approached the young ladies and their families. I wanted to appear formal and non-threatening, so I always carried a clipboard and wore old suits with bowties. I also wore my glasses instead of contacts and left part of my ...

... hair messy on purpose. I tried hard to look exactly like what I was, a harmless nerdy researcher.

I visited each girl's home and paid twenty dollars to interview her about mundane things for a half hour while one of their parents was nearby. I asked which classes she was taking in school, what music she liked, was she into any sports, and so on. I'd return a few weeks later and paid another twenty to get a basic family history. I asked if they had moved to town or if the parents grew up there, how many siblings did the girl have, et cetera. On my third visit, I offered them fifty dollars to interview them on camera at my home. I invited the parent or parents to come sit across the room and supervise with the girl seated at the table. A few mothers escorted their daughters the first time, but most of the parents trusted me.

I had a studio in my basement. There was a kitchen table with chairs next to a bookcase. The middle shelf had ashtrays, matches, and lighters. I stocked the other shelves with thirty or more varieties of cigarettes, and kept several cartons of each in a closet.

The wall behind the table was flat black. Can lights pointed down above the chairs, and spotlights to each side illuminated my subject's faces without bothering their eyes much. There were two exhaust fans I'd turn on to clear the air when I wasn't recording. It was a great setup to film people smoking.

I decided I should watch some video and expend part of my arousal in the bathroom before ...