My Smoky Ladies - chapter 2 - Sex Stories

My Smoky Ladies - chapter 2

... through her jeans. I pointed the camera toward her. I could see a slight bit of her white bra and estimated her chest had grown to a 34 or 36-C.

"Is there anything you wish you could tell your parents, but you can't?"

A playful and naughty expression appeared on her face. "Yeah." She held up her middle finger, making me chuckle. She took another puff and smiled. "You have to be 20 to buy cigarettes now. Mom lets my stupid sister smoke just because she's 20. Teri doesn’t even have a job but Mom buys them for her! This is kind of a job, right? You're paying me."

"Fifty per interview. It's employment, in a way."

She looked into the camera and brazenly spoke. "I'm a pro! I'm a professional smoker!" She puffed and blew a dense cloud toward the camera, then smirked and took another puff. "Your precious baby angel smokes, Dad! What do you think of that? I kissed a boy too! A bunch of times!" Her rebellious declaration and the way she smirked defiantly excited me.

She took another big puff and slowly exhaled through her nostrils. "My boyfriend stares at my TITS a lot, and I know he wants to FUCK me." She smiled and took another puff. "Maybe I'll let him next time. How would you like that, Mom?" She held her middle finger up for the camera again and covered it in another momentary cloud. She was a sexy and confident woman trying to escape her prior innocence.

I urgently said, "Back in a minute!" I ran to the bathroom, so I could deal with the wild beast in my ...

... pants. When I returned several minutes later I didn't want to risk provoking or offending her, so I didn't ask any more questions. I just recorded her smoking two more as she smiled confidently.

When our time was up, I held out the usual $50. She asked, "Can you pay me with cigarettes instead, please? It's hard for me to get 'em now.”

"Sure." I took two cartons from the closet. They were $40 a carton at the time, but I gave her both.

"Thanks so much!"

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The next time she came over it was early autumn. Cassie wore white pants and a black sleeveless top. I noticed pink lip gloss, mascara, and a bit of other makeup. It enhanced her beauty and made her appear a little older. As she sat I asked, "I see you're not wearing your ring. Did you lose it?"

She suddenly looked very nervous. "Na... no. I gave it to my boyfriend." She giggled.

I understood her subtext, she wasn't a virgin anymore. She looked happy but very ashamed.

I said, "Jokes are a good way to relieve tension. Do you know any?"

"Where does a one-legged waitress work?" She took a puff.

"IHOP"

She smiled as I chuckled.

"What's her name?" She inhaled again.

"Peg."

I laughed. "That's terrible! But kind of funny."

She reached to the shelf for more cigarettes and held up a pack of Virginia Slim 120's for the camera. "I switched brands. I learned to enjoy sucking the long ones, like dating."

I sprayed a mouthful of coffee across the room, then both of us laughed uncontrollably. We ...