My Smoky Ladies - chapter 2 - Sex Stories

My Smoky Ladies - chapter 2

... a few more puffs. "Cinnamon, and something... something else nice."

"Mint and a bit of clove. I'm glad you like them. Happy 18th birthday."

"Thank you!" She had learned some smoking tricks, and did a few French inhales and double-pumps, arousing me quite a bit.

I watched and recorded her smoking another. She stood and said, "I didn't bring my purse and Dad always sits by the door. He'll see and catch me if I bring them home."

"You can keep them in my garage and smoke in there. I think there's room in the bottom drawer of my big tool box."

"Thanks again!" She gave me a hug and tried to kiss me, but I stepped back. "Uh... Cassie, I'm a scientist. I'm glad you're happy, but I shouldn't get close to the people I'm studying."

"Oh, okay." She looked a little disappointed as she walked out.

I didn't like making her feel bad, but I needed to keep my objectivity. She was old enough under the law, but I had an eager sex partner in my near future, and I didn't want to piss off her father. Being involved with her and her mother at the same time would be a HUGE moral and logistical problem too.

I saw Cassie smoking in my garage several times and recorded her without talking much. I thought she was just the right age for maximum attractiveness; still young enough to seem cute and sweet but with the developed chest, hips, and bottom of a sexy woman. Most of the time I wasn't sure if I wanted to hug her or screw her more. Still, as usual, I remained polite but ...

... distant.

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My next interview with Cassie was quite exciting, though her wardrobe wasn't. She wore jeans, white basketball shoes, and a beige button-up blouse. The only exposed skin was her face, neck, and hands. With a cigarette in her mouth, that was still enough to arouse me.

I saw she still had the purity ring on her finger and the black bead necklaces. Her pink fingernails had little white hearts painted on them. I asked, "Would you like a cola, orange juice, lemonade?"

"Cola please."

When I returned from the bar fridge on the far side of the basement, I saw her smoking and tapping a finger on the table. I handed her a can of cola and asked, "Are you nervous? You don't need to worry about anything here."

"No, it's my boyfriend. Just stupid boy stuff. Do you have more questions for me?" She rocked her head back suddenly, flipping her fine blonde away from her pretty face and making her breasts bounce a little beneath her blouse. She smoothed the hair away from her ears, showing off long sparkly earrings.

I reminded her, "You understand anything you say here is confidential. I won't tell anybody, and nobody in town will ever see the video."

"Yeah. You told me before." She exhaled a long white stream, then stood up. "I hurt my knee in gym class. I'm gonna stretch my leg." She took off the jacket and I saw a little of her midriff. She tugged the bottom of her blouse down to cover her narrow strip of exposed abdomen. She sat on the carpet and rubbed her knee ...