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My Smoky Ladies - chapter 3
Date: 6/13/2024, Categories: Fiction Masturbation Voyeurism Author: Limnophile, Source: sexstories.com
... skirt or a dress with high heels? Maybe next week?” “Two weeks, on Monday again. I’m busy with work and some things, but okay.” She smiled and said, “You got better pillows for the couch. Cool.” She laid on her back on the sofa and lit up. I felt a slight movement in my boxers as I viewed her smooth legs and watched her smoke. I told a little too much of the truth. “I got two new cameras with better resolution, too, so the smoke and your beautiful hair will show more clearly. And a polarized filter, so the shine on your pretty lips …” She interrupted, “So you enjoy how I look? Do you think I’m sexy?” I blushed and admitted, “Very.” “I asked if you wanted a date before. On a date you could talk to me, watch me smoke, even kiss me. Maybe more than kiss me. You won’t take me on a date, but you’re paying a hundred bucks just to record me smoking?” “Um … yes.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head a little. “That is TOO messed up!” I watched her smoke two more cigarettes as she reclined on the couch. She asked, “Why do you have to be like that?” “What?” “You don’t want to be with me but you look like you’re starving and I’m a candy bar. Could you just leave the cameras on, and go do something else?” “Sorry. I … you’re just so very beautiful. You really are.” She blushed and smiled as she smoked one more before she left. - She returned Monday afternoon with tight curls in her blonde hair and wonderfully applied cosmetics on her face. Her ...
... long fake lashes and bright red lipstick drew my attention like magnets. She was wearing a red prom dress and red high heels. The plunging neckline showed so much cleavage I rapidly had a hardon. She asked, “Do you like it?” I whistled. “Whew! Very nice!” She blushed and smiled as she slowly turned around. “Thanks. I hope my boyfriend will like it. The Winter Formal dance is Friday night.” The word ‘boyfriend’ hit me like a slap. I was disappointed but pushed myself to be nice. “If he has eyes and likes girls, I’m sure he’ll love it. Have a seat. Would you like orange juice again?” She looked at the wine rack behind the bar. “Mom let me have a glass of white wine last weekend. I like it and I haven’t tried red. Please?” “Uh …” She had only recently turned 19, but I wasn’t sure how I should say ‘no’. “I live next door. Just one glass? I won’t tell if you don’t.” “Um … I guess.” I poured the wine and said, “I got a new camera that’s good for low-light. I’d like you to do something different for this video. I’ll turn most of the lights off and light a bunch of candles. It should give a subdued and romantic effect. Would you light your cigarettes from a candle?” “Okay.” I thought she looked very mature and seductive, as she held the wine glass delicately and smoked in the dimmed light. I got a few close-ups of her holding cigarettes between her lips and leaning down to light them from the tip of the candle flame. For a moment I could see part of an ...