My Smoky Ladies - chapter 2 - Sex Stories

My Smoky Ladies - chapter 2

... say, 'I need your mouth.')

"I need to remain objective and unbiased. I'm a scientist. I'd like to, but I can't date you."

She sighed and shook her head a little. "Fine. Ask your questions." She took another puff and exhaled through her nostrils.

"How much do you smoke?"

"Half a pack a day."

"Would you smoke more if you could?"

She smiled. "Absolutely!"

"How much did you smoke the first few months?"

"Maybe three or four a day. It was a lot harder when I had to sneak them from my parents. A friend buys them for me now."

"I hope you aren’t upset that I can't date you?"

"It might have been fun, but I'll live. You're not THAT hot." We both chuckled nervously. She asked, "Can I get something to drink? Orange juice, if you have some?"

"Sure." I brought a large bottle of orange juice downstairs from the kitchen and said, "There are glasses by the bar."

I recorded her as she walked around the basement slowly, inspecting my knickknacks on the wall shelves. Instead of using a drinking glass, she saw wine glasses at the bar and poured juice into one. She sat on a bar stool and I recorded her smoking another cigarette and drinking from a wine glass. She was a beautiful adult woman, instead of the nervous teenager I'd interviewed so many times. I thought recording her wearing a dress on a barstool would be quite sexy.

Before she left she asked, "I'm looking for a job so I can get a car. Could you interview me more often?"

"I record people about ...

... every six months for my research. I saw some websites looking for models. Maybe I could take pictures or record you for websites?"

Suddenly she was offended and angry. "You mean like PORN? I'm NOT A WHORE!"

"No! No! Fashion and lifestyle websites. Nothing naked or sleazy. You would wear regular clothes. I'll check into it and call you in a few days."

"Okay. Have a nice day, mister scientist. My parents will be out of town all weekend. I'll be so lonely all by myself." She fluttered her eyelashes at me for a few seconds, then licked her lips.

I was frozen in indecision. When I didn't react, she took my hand in hers and commented, "I think a long kiss goodbye would be fun. Since you don't like me that way, I need to kiss something else." My attention was firmly fixated on her mouth. She kissed my thumbnail, then licked my thumb. She giggled and stuck her tongue out as she started to walk up the stairs.

She was wrong. I did like her that way. I liked her that way and far beyond! By the time she left my yard, I was in the bathroom jerking off. I spent most of the next day debating if I should walk the few dozen steps to her house and 'keep her from being lonely.' I saw her smoking behind their house a couple of times when I looked out the window.

My self-restraint finally won as the sun was going down. I didn't fully comprehend the effect Cassie had on me at the time. She wasn't helping me understand my fetish, she was making it more powerful.

After I filmed an ...