My Smoky Ladies - chapter 2 - Sex Stories

My Smoky Ladies - chapter 2

... started laughing again each time we looked at each other.

When I finally regained my breath and composure, I said, "That was fun, but back to the interview. How old were you when you started smoking?"

She lit up and took a deep drag, then released a cloud saying, "13, I told you before."

"And you're 18 and a half now?"

"Yes."

"Does the cigarette taste or smell any different when you exhale out your nose?"

"Not really."

"Does it make you feel cool?"

"No, I'm always cool." We smiled at the same time, and she stared into my eyes until I had to look away. I wanted her, but knew she was too young for me. Getting involved with her would taint my research too. There was also the fact that I was messing around with her mother, and her father scared me slightly less than the wrath of God.

I asked, "Do you think maybe 13 is too young to start smoking?"

"By the time I was 14 all my friends smoked. My dad said he started when he was 13. Mom started at 13 too.

My sister Teri didn't smoke until she was 19 and quit after a year, but she's crazy, a mad cow." She held two round pillows over her chest and crossed her eyes. "MOO!"

I laughed and laughed. I recorded her smoking another cigarette, then the session ended.

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I invited her for another interview a few months later. As she walked in, I handed her cash. "Fifty, as promised." At the time, she was three months' pregnant. She knew, but I had no idea. I didn't notice that she usually smoked at ...

... least four cigarettes during our interviews, but that day she only had two, and only took about five puffs from each. She had cut down because she was 'in the family way', but not quit.

She wore a white vee neck shirt under an open pink jacket, hip hugger jeans, long silver chain earrings, and a shiny silver necklace. There was also a large silver ring with a pearl on one of her fingers. Her hair was very curly, and she wore more eye makeup than before. Instead of cute, she was glamorous and enticing.

I started recording and was happy to see her body had matured well. From the shape of her top, her breasts had probably grown to "D" cups, and her hips filled out her tight jeans nicely.

She said, "I didn't notice that you have hazel eyes before. Pretty! And nice arm muscles." She flirtatiously scratched my arm with a long pink fingernail as she walked past me.

“Um… thanks.” I knew she was almost 19 but couldn’t think of another question at the moment. "How old are you now?"

She lit one of her 120 slim cigarettes and took a small puff. "Old enough, I'm legal if you want to ask me on a date. I'm single now, and I think you're kind of handsome for an older guy." She inhaled again, then blew a few smoke rings as I stared at her lips.

I struggled to find words, any words at all. "Uh... 28 isn't that old. I... I think you're a fun person and... and very attractive, Cassie. However, ah...”

I swallowed hard and coughed. “I need... uh…" (My lust nearly inspired me to ...