A Lost Daughter Ch. 24 - Sex Stories

A Lost Daughter Ch. 24

... recent shower. I could hear clicking and clacking noises coming from the bathroom as things were picked up and placed back down onto the hard counter.

I walked over to the attached master bath and found Amber standing in front of the mirror, hair spun into a towel atop her head and another pastel pink bath towel wrapped around her naked body. Her eyes were trained on her reflection as she carefully applied black liquid eyeliner, tracing her trademark 'cat eye' points that had driven me wild since we were teenagers.

"Hello, my love," she said without breaking her concentration.

"Hi, baby," I said.

I noticed her large crystal ashtray overflowing with Newport 100's, so much so that some of the ash had splashed onto the counter around it. Predictably there was a lit cigarette perched smoldering on the beveled edge, a steady ribbon of smoke twirling up endlessly and creating a lovely ambiance. There had always been something magical to me about a beautiful woman's beauty routine, applying makeup with a cigarette accompaniment, skin still dewy and scented from the shower. It was so innately feminine and elegant, that my original reason for being there jockeyed with my libido for dominance within the mental landscape of my consciousness.

I watched in silence as Amber finished her eyeliner, placing the cap back on with a soft 'clink' and setting it back down on the counter. As she turned her face from side-to-side to scrutinize her work, her right hand reached down ...

... mechanically to allow her fingers to slip around the cigarette and extract it from the ashtray. Without looking, she lifted it up to her bee-stung lips and slipped the filter between them just to the right of her philtrum. Immediately her clips clamped down on the filter and her fingers parted in a 'V' as she pulled hard on the Newport, cheeks collapsing in to accentuate her already pronounced high cheekbones.

She continued to look at herself in the mirror, squinting ever so slightly to prevent smoke from trailing into her eyes while she continued applying dreadful suction to the filter and causing the tobacco to singe and the tip to illuminate a bright orange. The ash seemed to double in size, a testament to the need she communicated through her ravenous consumption. Amber relaxed her lips and closed her fingers around the filter once more, withdrawing it from her mouth and savoring the taste of her bounty before a soft 'pop' coincided with a tight ball of smoke appearing briefly between her lips before getting snapped down the back of her throat and into her waiting lungs.

"Kiss me before I put lipstick on," she said, turning to me with her chest full.

I leaned into her, wrapping my left arm around her waist, and reaching my right hand up to cradle her head as our lips met. A series of soft, wet, nibbling kisses followed, smoke cascading from her throughout and imbuing the entire experience with the intoxicating taste and aroma of pure bliss. My length unfurled down ...