Close Encounter of the Third Kind*

It was an annual convention of an organization. I don't remember which one. A friend had given me the invitation and as I had nothing better to do I went there. After all they had good food and drinks for free.

I was sitting at the bar when a woman came by. She took place a few stools away and ordered a brandy, the same French brand I was drinking myself. She was a very good looking, tall, about 5"7 maybe, rich blonde hair and of exactly the right weight, neither slim nor fat. She had impressive breasts and nicely shaped arms and legs. I smiled and raised my glass to her. She returned the smile and moved to a free stool next to mine. We exchanged a couple of polite phrases and I showed off a bit with witty remarks on the kind of parties like this one. She seemed to enjoy it and laughed quite heartily at some of my jokes. She smelled of expensive perfume and a whiff of something hard to define. After what may have been a quarter of an hour she seemed to grow uneasy. She gulped down the rest of her brandy and excused herself with a vague promise of coming back in half an hour. I shrugged inwardly and placed her on the list of unsolved cases. Yet another failed contact.

I finished my drink and decided to go outside for some fresh air. The place was an old mansion with a wide park in the back, so I decided to take a walk in the dark. I followed an alley sided by a neatly trimmed hedge. After a while I caught a whiff of cigar smoke. I didn't give it much thought and went on down the alley in the increasing darkness. On and off another wave of cigar smell passed me. At a bend of the alley I thought I could make out a tiny spot of light, like a glow-worm further down the alley. The cigar smell was persistent now that I approached the place were I had seen the light speck. In the faint starlight I could make out the silhouette of a person sitting on a bench. The speck of light appeared again, obviously the glowing end of a cigar. I was nearer now and it seemed to me that the cigar was not a small one either. I was just a few steps away, when the shadow on the bench turned his or better her head and I heard a woman's voice.

'You've caught me now.' she said in a low said voice.

' I'm terribly sorry, if I have disturbed you. I was just walking around catching some air.' I said, hoping she wouldn�t drive me away immediately.

'Even if you haven't followed me, you have discovered my little secret anyway. But you best move on, I'm afraid I'm polluting the air around here.'

'Oh, if that is your only concern, I'd rather keep you company for a little while. It's quite boring to walk on my own. The stuff you're smoking doesn't smell bad at all. I always enjoy the smell of a good cigar.'

'Oh, well, then why don't you sit down here. Maybe you care to join me. I can spare one of my Monte Christos.' That sounded better.

'Oh thank you.' I took the chance and sat down beside her. She had left the bar because she was craving for a smoke and didn't want to make a show of smoking a cigar there, even thou smoking had been permitted.

'Thanks for offering a cigar, but I have to decline. I don't smoke myself and am most comfortable on second hand smoke.'

'As you wish.' a bit disappointed. I decided to clear things up a bit. I had always had the urge to dig after details whenever I met a female smoker. Now I had the unexpected delight to get friendly with a cigar smoker. As I sat there I could make out her profile against the dim light of stars and far off park lighting. She took the cigar to her lips and while she dragged I could see her face in the light of the big conical glow of the cigar. She seemed to drag endlessly on that stogy of hers. I could feel more than I could see her chest raise a she removed the cigar. As it seemed she inhaled deeply. Finally, after another seemingly endless interval, she exhaled slowly between her pouched lips, then a trail of smoke followed out of her nose. I was growing excited.

Pulling myself together, I asked her:

'Hope you don't mind I'm curious, but why didn't you smoke inside? It was permitted and I saw other people there smoking and cigars too.'

I could hear the embarrassment in her voice as she answered:

'Oh well, I don't like to show myself in public with one of these. I used to buy smaller cigars to smoke in public, but with all that anti-smoking war going on these days I almost gave up smoking in public. Today I knew smoking was permitted, but as you there at the bar, I didn't want to drive you off by smoking in front of you. I have had some unpleasant experiences with men who would dissipate instantly the moment they saw me with a stogy for the first time.'

'I see. But you needn't have bothered. I don't know about other men, but me, I don't mind if a woman smokes. In fact I find that a cigarette adds a lot of glamour to a woman's appearance.'

'You may have point there. Still I don't think that true for cigars.'

'I may have to correct you on this one. I don't have much experience with women smoking cigars, but the idea doesn't revolt me. Actually, it thrills me. Pity it's so dark around here.'

'Oh, what the heck. You already got the sound and smell, I'll give you the picture too.' Saying this, she fumbled around and suddenly a little globe spread mellow light near the bench we were sitting on. 'You see, I've deliberately screwed out the bulb of this little light for privacy. But you found me anyway, so we can as well see each other better.'

She dragged again on he cigar. I could see that she took in maybe an inch of the cigar in her mouth, like a true aficionado. The sight of her lips around the big cigar, her caved in cheeks, all those made my apprehension grow.� I felt the urgent need to touch her and the bulge in my pants grew ever harder.

I was still searching for a way to get closer when she started to talk again right in the middle of her exhale, spreading puffs of milky white smoke.

'You're still sure you don't mind?' she asked, still doubtful

'No, not in the least. You look fabulous with that cigar.'

She turned her head towards me.

'Granted I look good, but what about the smell? Even I don't like the cigar smell on others and I smoke a lot of them.'

'I've already told you, I quite enjoy it. It smells good to me.' And so it did. When her breath hit me, the pain of my little buddy struggling against the prison of my underwear was almost unbearable.

'If you were to kiss me now, you sure would change your mind.' she said sulking and turned her head away again.

'I don't think so. But I must admit, I have never kissed a cigar smoker before.'

'Well, then you don't know what you're up to.'

'True, but I'm dying to find out' There, I actually had the courage to say it out loud. Now she would probably go away. Her answer surprised me however.

'Oh, what the heck. One catastrophe more or less. Go ahead, try it out.' she took another drag of her cigar and after exhaling, she turned her face towards me, pouching her lips. I tried to stay calm, not daring to hope something may come out of this. I leaned over and pressed my lips on hers. She withdrew after a few seconds and dedicated herself to her cigar again, taking a bigger hit then before. Then she spoke to me without turning her head.

'Satisfied?' That sounded tense. Clearly she expected me to be repelled, which of course I wasn't. I had felt her lips that were no different from those of any other woman I had kissed before and I had smelled the cigar all around her, but that I had smelled before. I was eager to find out how her kiss would taste, but for that it needed a real French kiss.

'No, not really. You haven't convinced me yet that it is unpleasant to kiss a cigar smoker. The matter needs further investigation.' as nervous as I was, I tried to sound as I was taking this lightly. She took up the tease and laughed out loud, interrupted by a smokers cough.

'All right, but don't say I haven't warned you.' having said this, she took me by the head and pressed her opened mouth against mine. I noticed immediately that she wasn't by far an experienced kisser. She acted more like a teenager at her first kiss. I did my best to put her right and by and by I managed to teach her French kissing. She learned fast and it started to get real hot for both of us. We separated to catch our breath.

'Oh wow,' she exclaimed, blowing smoke in my face. 'I almost forgot how good this can be.' she leaned over and gave me a gentle peck on my cheek. 'You have made my day even if you run away scared the next minutes.'

'Why should I. I've only just begun to explore the side-effects of kissing a cigar smoker.' I was growing more and more excited.

Apart from the kiss, I had hardly touched her and I badly wanted to feel more of her. So I dared to lay my hand on her shoulders. She didn't protest and leaned softly into me.

'You mind if we go on with the experiment?' I asked, hardly able to speak in an even voice. By the inquisitive look she gave me, I could tell she noticed my excitement.

'I'd love to. But what's the matter with you? You're shaking all over.'

I took up all my courage and told her why.

'It's because a dream came true for me.'

'What dream?' she sounded puzzled.'

'I had this desire for a long time, to kiss a woman who that smokes cigars.'

'That's weird.' she brooded over my words. 'But I guess it's no worse than what's eating me.'

'What should that be?' was there a little secret here? And if yes, what kind? The idea she might be in for some kinky stuff cooled me off a little.

'Oh, that's a long story.'

'I'm in no hurry. No kids waiting for me at home and no woman either. Why don't you have another cigar and tell me about it?'

She rolled around the idea in her head for a while, then reached for her purse, extracted a leather cigar case, took out a cigar and proceeded with the mechanics of lighting it. After she had punched a hole in it and lit it with a big metal lighter, she took a long drag, followed by a down to the toes inhale. Without exhaling, she started to talk, puffing the smoke into my face. My excitement grew again and I started to softly stroke her shoulder. She leaned harder into me enjoying my caress and I felt the soft pressure of her big breast against my side. My cock was fighting for freedom again. While she went on with her narration, she first laid one leg over mine and then she inched up gradually, till she sat on my lap. I interrupted her narration with a hearty French kiss once in a while.

This is her story:

'I grew up alone with my father. My mother had left us while I was too young to remember and I never found out anything about her whereabouts, but never having known her, I didn't miss her. My father was all I had and all I needed. He always was very kind and affectionate to me and while I don't think he really spoiled me, he hardly ever denied me a wish. He was a lawyer and had his office at home. When he was alone, he allowed me to play in the study he used for an office. He was an avid cigar smoker, so I got used to the smell ever since I was a little girl. When I grew up, I naturally grew curious on those brown rolls with the glowing tip he waved around producing clouds of smoke. I never asked much about them, after he once said they were adult stuff. Because he had always taken time to explain things to me and never treated me like a mentally disabled, a thing a lot of parents do to their children, I always trusted him. However his cigars fascinated me.

I must have been about seven or eight when I finally made up my mind to explore the mystery of his smoking. Once in a while he left me alone in his study to go to the toilet or fetch something. Sometimes he left his half smoked cigar smoldering in the ashtray. So I waited for one of those occasions and after he left, I took the cigar and imitating his smoking, puffed on it. I was surprised of how pleasant it was. It tasted a lot better then I had expected. I placed it back in the ashtray before he could catch me in the act. I felt a little light-headed but no trace of nausea or other bad side effects I had heard of. From then on I grew bolder, sometimes even inventing subterfuges to make him leave the office. I don't know if he really didn't notice anything, but things went on like this till I was almost ten.

Then one day he took me totally by surprise. He asked me if I wanted to light a cigar for him. I realized he must have noticed my sharing his cigars. I don't know what was on his mind and I don't care. So from then on, whenever I was in his study with him, I would light his cigars for him. Of course I tried to steal as many puffs as I could and I'm sure he was aware of it, but till my eleventh birthday he never said a word about it. Then at my birthday he surprised me again. One of my many gifts from him was a small rectangular parcel in which I found a cigar. When I unpacked it in front of him, he told me he would allow me to smoke an occasional cigar with him under the condition that I wouldn't grow sick on smoking this one up. I had practiced long enough so apart from a slight dizziness I enjoyed smoking up most of the cigar. I don't know if my father had planned it this way or had hoped I would be disgusted after smoking an entire cigar, but he didn't comment on it. From then on I made a daily habit of smoking a cigar together with my father. I also would sit on his lap while we would each smoke our cigars.

After a while, I must have been already twelve, when he introduced me to another habit of his. He allowed me to also share a glass of brandy with him. Ever since I love to sip a good brandy to go with my cigar.'

She reached for her purse and extracted a silver flask and after I declined her offer she took a good gulp from it and went on with her story.

'If things would have stopped at that, who knows? But some time after I had my first period, things changed again. At first he seemed to avoid taking me to his lap anymore, but as I insisted we continued our regular sharing of cigars and brandy. After I while I noticed not only a change in his attitude, but something else too. He seemed to grow nervous when I smoked on his lap and then I felt something going on under my buttocks. I was already fourteen then and not stupid. I aroused my father! This should have scared me off, but instead I liked it and soon found I grew hot too in response to his arousal.

We never lost a word about this new situation but I dared now to sometimes jump on his lap for a second cigar in the same afternoon and even more often in the weekends. I don't know if he ever worried about my health but as I was growing fine and was always healthy he left things as they were. At fourteen I was already quite womanly, with nice hips and a sizeable chest.

Anyway, one Sunday morning we were alone in the house as the maid had the day off. After breakfast I went to his study. He was there just for smoking and he was still wearing his pajamas. I hadn't changed neither, wearing just a fluffy nightgown. I jumped on his lap and helped myself to a cigar. I leaned back and enjoyed my smoke for while. My father was getting excited, I could feel that and of course soon enough I felt the bulge under my buttocks. Whatever devil rode me, I don't know. My subconscious obviously longed for that so I moved till I could feel his hard penis directly under my slit. Then I started to rub my slit softly up and down his penis. I could feel that it had slipped out of his pants and then I pushed up my frock, till his penis touched my slit directly. Now there was no stopping. Holding the cigar in my mouth, I pushed my body up a little till his penis pointed directly up my vagina and then I let myself fall down on it. A sharp pain raced thru my bowels followed by an incredibly satisfying sensation. I had just dragged on my cigar and the sharp pain made me breath in sharply, inhaling the smoke deep into my lungs. The sudden hit of nicotine, combined with the hot sensation inside me made me climb immediately into my first orgasm. All the while my father had made no move but now I could feel his hips pushing up and he bumped me up and down, till we cried out both in agony. I felt the hot liquid explode into me and that drove me higher up the ecstatic feeling of my first orgasm. I had discovered the technique of inhaling smoke and I pursued it eagerly while I relaxed on his lap till his penis shrank back and out of me. Inhaling the smoke of my cigar was almost as good as making love. My throat tickled and my head swam in an elating way. Sometimes I miss the impact of that first real smoking experience.' she sighed and relaxing from her former tense attitude, took a series of hits on her cigar.

'Wow.' I said, not sure how to react. A classical case of consentual incest. I should have been disgusted. Instead my cock was pressing hard against the underside of her hip. 'Quite a story.'

'And you haven't heard all of it. My father and I became lovers. We never spoke about it. At first, we always did it the same way, me on his lap, with my back to him. Then after a while I wanted to experiment. First I sat face to face on him. He just once asked me if I had to smoke during sex, which he never did. Even if I started to excite him while we were both smoking, he always left his cigar in the ashtray when things started to get hot. For me it was different. I felt I needed the extra kick from inhaling on the cigar and afterwards my throat was sore because I took a lot of smoke faster then when I was just smoking. But I loved it that way. I told him I needed that and he accepted it. I suspected that in fact it gave him an extra kick too, only he wouldn't admit it. The one time we tried to make love without me smoking, it was disappointing for both of us. Anyway, as I grew older and bigger, we made love as often as we could. I made a habit in taking a cigar with me when I left for school and lighting it the moment I returned home. Then I would call my father and he would take me right there in the hallway. I would hang round his neck, my feet crossed behind him and my back bumping into the wall. He was still young and strong, as he had fathered me when he was only twenty-two. On weekends we would do it many times, from morning till mid night, sometimes even a night long. I found out that a fair amount of brandy made me even more passionate and even nowadays, when I'm alone and frustrated, I can find a little relief in masturbating on my couch with a cigar between my teeth after I had half a bottle of good brandy. Seems that I can't even get high enough alone without the brandy.' like to demonstrate this she took another lengthy gulp from her flask.

'My smoking got worse in time. After the first time I had inhaled during the act with my father, I found I needed to smoke more. It was hard to concentrate in school with ever mounting cravings. Some of the girls in my class were secretly smoking cigarettes in the breaks, but after I had tried one myself I decided cigarettes were no match to my beloved cigars. After a while, I asked my father to get me some small cigars that weren't so conspicuous. I still grew a reputation of being a naughty one, especially as one of the girls tried one of my little cigars and nearly fainted, even thou she was smoking a pack a day of cigarettes. It seems that my reputation drove the boys away from me. That didn't bother me much those days, as I had my father. I turned sixteen, then seventeen and left high school. My father was as an ardent lover as ever, the more so as I grew into quite an attractive female with all the bulges in the right places. I was smoking about five or six cigars at home and a couple of small ones when I was out for school. Then, after high school, I smoked up to ten of them each day and I still smoke at least as many now, enjoying each and every one.' saying this she took another sip from her flask and reached for another cigar.

'Ouups, the last one. Gotta go home soon. Pity is I haven't finished. That is if your not bored to death yet.'

I felt I had to say something.

'Oh, I'm dying to hear more. I've never heard such an interesting biography before. Please go ahead.' I didn't say it made me horny like hell. She must have felt that anyway. Besides, I really wanted to hear more.

'Then why don't you come to my place? We'll be much more comfortable there. It's not far from here, we can walk.'

'OK, let's go.'

I followed her to a house not far away. I didn't give much attention to anything except this gorgeous cigar smoking woman. She made me sit on the couch and she placed two tumblers and a bottle of expensive French brandy on a little table near the couch. She sat beside me and filled our glasses. She gulped down hers and refilled it immediately. Then she took her cigar from the ashtray where she had left it to free her hands and nestled into me.� We kissed a while and then she went on with her story.

�We may have lived happily ever after, my father and I, but shortly before my nineteenth birthday my father died in a car crash. I was left with quite a fortune as my father had done well and had also inherited a lot of money from my long dead grandparents. I was under age so an aunt of mine was appointed as my legal guardian. She was an easy going lady, a lot older than my father. Of course I didn't dare smoke my cigars in front of her, so I had to again resort to those little ones I had smoked in school. She never said a word about those and she didn't stay at my place, thinking I was old enough to take care of myself, which I was. I missed my father terribly and after a diet of at least two fucks a day I was also extremely frustrated. I had decided not to go to college because I wanted to stay with my father, but now I thought it might be fun. I was rightfully hoping that in college I would meet other young people, some even quite open-minded. At least that's what I had heard from others. True enough, nobody ever objected my smoking cigars and I saw others smoke all sorts of stuff. Unfortunately this didn't help much with my love life. I tried to date guys a couple of times, but the only ones who wouldn't complain about my cigar breath were smoking stogies themselves and it was I who didn't like the way they smelled. I even tried to date girls but I soon found I was hopelessly hetero. So in the end I left college just as frustrated as I had entered it. I have lived like a nun ever since.'

Time to get things rolling, I said to myself. She has admitted she's frustrated, so she expects you to do something about that. I waited till she took a hit on her cigar then sealed her lips with mine before she had time to exhale. She was surprised at first, trying to withdraw to exhale, but I held her firmly by the back of her head and she gave in quickly. We launched in a fierce tonsil checking. One thing I always savored when kissing a girl while she smoked was that her mouth was much juicier as a consequence of the smoking. Kissing a cigar smoker turned out to be even better. The taste of the cigar on her saliva was a real turn on for me. She had to exhale the smoke now and as I didn't let her go she released the smoke thru her nostrils mostly, but still a lot of it escaped into my mouth too, yet another heady addition to our kisses.

Finally we had to catch out breath and she asked me:

'Is this the way you want to kiss?' I nodded

'Good, I loved it too. But I think it's time for a bit more than kisses. I have just one request, if I may.' I nodded in consent. Whatever you want baby, I thought, as long as it involves both our bodies, no exaggerated pain and ends into an orgasm, preferably mine.

'I want to do it with you like I did it with my father the first time.'

'That's fine with me. But I would like to ask you something in return.' her turn to nod. 'I want to see you masturbate just once, the way you told me you do.'

'All right, I'll do it for you, but mine first.'

She brought me a pajama, probably her old man's one and asked me to change into it while she went to change too. She came back dressed in a knee length nightgown, some flimsy half transparent thing, Her massive breasts showed quite clearly and the rest of her was looking no worse. Beautiful legs with softly rounded caves, perfect round if a bit heavy hips, a wonderful waistline, her sides continuing in a straight outward leading line up to her armpits. She turned her back to me for an instant and I could see a bit of her breasts showing at both her sides. That has always been a huge turn on for me.

She took me to the study, a room furnished with old, almost antique furniture and placed me in the chair behind the desk. It was the old fashioned type with a soft tapestry, armrests and no wheels. Then she reached for a cigar from a humidor on the desk and jumped up my lap with her back to me. She got her cigar going and leaned back into my chest, puffing away without inhaling. My cock needed no encouragement. She might have been a good lay even if she had been a teetotaler anti smoker. She wriggled her bottom a bit till my cock slid out of the pajamas. I carefully opened the upper button that held the pants together so her buttocks were separated from my loin and cock only by the thin fabric of her gown. Then she placed the cigar in her mouth and lifted her frock. She wriggled around a bit till my cock was engulfed by her mound and started to move back and forth. Her moans were muffled by the cigar. She teased me like that for a while, till I was on the verge of spurting off, then she pushed herself up and allowed my bursting cook to slide into her wet vagina. She was deliciously tight inside and I felt the convulsions of her inner muscles on my cock. I heard her inhaling noisily and she exploded into a number of muffled cries, her body shaking uncontrollably. She acted like mad, crying, groaning and shaking. I had never before witnessed an orgasm of such intensity. I wasn't able to hold back any longer and fell into my own shuddering climax. It felt like I couldn't stop spurting out sperm and I feared it would soak the old chair.

Finally she fell back, leaning into me, her panting interrupted by thirsty drags on her cigar which she inhaled with expanding chest, sucking the smoke as deep down as she could. It took a while till I caught my breath. I gently removed the cigar from her mouth and turned her head sideways till I could reach her mouth. I kissed her fiercely, sucking in her tar-ridden saliva. It tasted like nectar to me. I felt my limp cock twitch again, but it was too early. I wanted something more elaborate next.

'How was I?' I asked, fishing for a compliment. By the intensity of her orgasm, she must have been quite satisfied, but my ego wanted to hear it from her,

'Oh my God!' she exclaimed, still out of breath. 'I didn't think I would ever feel this way again. You took me higher my poor old dad ever could. Thank you so much, my Darling.' She kissed me gently on my lips and relaxed again, smoking away on her battered cigar.

'I hope you're not tired yet. You promised to indulge me after.' I was hoping she wouldn't drive me away, now she had her ways. But my worries were pointless. She laughed heartily till she ended in a wet cough. I love the way heavy smoking women cough. That too turns me on. It's the delicious proof of endless years of avid smoking.

'Oh, no, I'm not thru with you. Do you think I'll let you go? The one person who not only tolerates my cigars but actually enjoys them?� I had lost all hope to ever be kissed the right way. And now you come along and not only you turn me on with your kisses, but you also get turned on by my smoking. I have a mind to lock all doors and never let you out again.' She fondled into me and laying an arm around my shoulders started to cover my face with little kisses. From time to time she took a hit from her almost spent cigar and blew the smoke into my face. As much as I loved this, it was time for a bit of action. I asked her if she was ready for me.

'Do what you want with me. I'll be your slave for the rest of the night.'

I made her stand up and led her back to the living-room and explained to her I wanted her to show me how she masturbated drunken on her couch.

'If that is what you want, I'll do it, but promise me we'll make some more love later. I have a mind to try out a lot more, like the exotic missionary stuff.'

She giggled happily over her joke, dropped her gown to the floor and went to the couch. Her skin had a marvelous golden complexion and was stained only by a few small birthmarks. She took the bottle of brandy and started to drink from it like it was a coke, holding the bottle by the neck. She alternated her hits on the bottle by caressing her superb breasts, cupping them, pinching her nipples, then stroking her body up and down her sides. Again she drank, till she had gulped down two thirds of the bottle.

When she reached for a cigar, her moves were unsteady showing she was quite drunk. This had also been a yet unfulfilled fantasy of mine, to interact with a highly drunken woman. I hadn't been very lucky before. On the few occasions I had dated a woman that would drink more than just a drop she had either been a hard drinker who wouldn't really show to be drunken, even if she had sunken quite a lot, or she had been too drunk to be of any use. This was my chance now. She struggled with the cigar to punch it and light it, but she managed. I could see that she was hitting much harder on her cigar. The plumes of smoke were much denser and she would also hold down the smoke longer.

After the cigar developed a nice even glow, she left it between her teeth and started to rub on her clit, making soft moaning noises. When I felt she was on the verge of reaching the climax, I knelt down in front of her, took her hands and laid them at her sides. Then I lowered my head between her legs and worked on her with my tongue. Immediately the pitch of her noises mounted. She shook from the force of her orgasm, crying out loud, crushing my head into her mound till it hurt. I freed myself and stood up. I dragged her by her legs till she landed on the floor. She stopped shaking and gave me an inquisitive look. I sprawled her on the carpet, pushing aside the table, then I knelt again and lifting her buttocks with my hands, I directed her pelvis till my steel hard cock penetrated her soaked vagina.� I started ramming hard into her. She fought to drag on her cigar, but it was munched up and extinct, so she simply pushed it out with her tongue, letting it fall to the floor. Still ramming on her, I lowered and started to lick the brown saliva that had spread around her lips. Finally I crushed her lips and started to suck hard on her.

Drunken as she was, she still made a good match to my kisses and soon enough we exploded into yet another devastating orgasm. This was too much for her. She fell into a comatose drunken sleep. I wondered for a while what to do. Then I remembered which door she had entered to change out of her clothes. I took her up, and carried her there. She had a huge bed, good enough for a whole family. I laid her down and then I decided to enjoy her marvelous body a while. I would do what I knew she would enjoy when awake. I started with her marvelous titts. I cupped them, sucked on her nipples and licked around them, till I grew weary. She was fast asleep, snoring lightly. I turned to her face, licking around her open mouth, breathing in the heavenly aroma of fine brandy and cigars. Anybody who doesn't know about the smoking fetish would be disgusted, but to me it was a divine sensation, making my cock swell again. I had no intention to penetrate her while she wasn't aware of it, but I gave her a good lick.

Suddenly she mumbled something in her sleep. I could make out the words "fuck me hard", so what was there to do than please her? I climbed on top of her and crushed her breasts with my chest. Her hardened nipples pinched into my skin and I rammed my cock into her and pumped away. Even thou she was still passed out, her pelvis responded and she started into a sleepy orgasm without truly waking up. I finished off quickly, not sure if I had done right.

I went in search for her kitchen as I had grown both thirsty and hungry. I found all I needed in the fridge of her highly sophisticated kitchen. She had some expensive stuff from a deli store and plenty of it. I prepared a snack and after I had satisfied my needs I returned to the living room. The stale smell of her cigars still hung around but I didn't bother me. I hadn't emptied my own tumbler, so I decided to finish it of as a nightcap. Then I saw the thrown away battered half of a cigar she had left behind.

Suddenly the urge to share this with her hit me. I took it up. It was still a bit moist from her saliva. That did it. I took the lighter, placed the cigar in my mouth, the end deep down my tongue, as I had seen her doing and started the lighter. I puffed away till it had a good glow and then I started to suck a little on it. The taste was overwhelming. It tasted of her. Al lot of variations swept over my mind, I was determined to try them out if she would let me. Finally, after I puffed a while, I decided to try an inhale.

As a fetishist, I had studied all the mechanics of smoking carefully, so even if I had never done this before, I knew what to do. I sucked a bit of smoke in, opened my lips and inhaled deeply. It hit me like a hammer. My throat was on fire and my head was swimming. I held my breath and slowly the burning sensation subsided. Instead a feeling of elation swept over me. I released the smoke carefully. Exhaling turned out to be as rewarding as inhaling. It felt good. Suddenly, two hands covered my eyes. I felt her kiss the top of my head. She was back.

'What a naughty boy!' she exclaimed in a blurred, drunken voice.

'Oh, I'm sorry. I know you don't like it but I thought you were going to sleep and I just couldn't resist the temptation.' I felt guilty. She had told me she didn't like her lovers to smoke. Fuck!

'Never mind, Darling. It didn�t bother me with my father either. Smoke if you want to.'

'Actually, it's my first time.' I confessed.

She came around and sat beside me, naked as she was. She cuddled into me and after a whet peck on my cheek she talked to me, blowing her breath in my face. It smelled different now, a mixture of alcohol and the residues of thousands of inhaled cigars. I loved it almost better that way.

'You know, I could think of better ways to start you smoking. I'd love to help you.' that sounded promising 'but right now, I'm hungry and thirsty and still stone drunk. I had a weird dream of a sensational fuck before.' still slurred, she seemed to sober up a bit.

'You sure it was only a dream?' for fear the cigar would go out I took another hit and inhaled again. My vision almost blurred from the force of it and I could feel my toes curl. It took a while, but then she started to laugh heartily, coughing and choking.

'Oh, you son of gun!' she could bring out finally. 'So it was real! Wow and I can't even pretend it was a rape. I enjoyed it too much. I guess you can read minds. By the way, gimme that stogy. You've had more than enough for your first time!' She took the rest of the cigar out of my hands and took a very long drag on it.

'You think you can scrap up an omelet? Right now I feel I could do with one, but I'm too drunk to do it myself.' She had talked smoke into my face again and boy, how I loved that. She had hit a soft spot of mine with her question. I love to cook, so I told her:

'I guess I'll manage. Just follow me.'

She showed me where all the stuff for cooking was and I quickly composed an omelet while she sat at the table, swaying lightly, still smoking the battered ruin of a cigar. In no time I had the steaming plate in front of her. The cigar still in her left hand she wolfed down the food stopping for an occasional drag. She finished eating with a satisfied sigh and gave me an inquisitive look.

'Shocked I smoke while eating? I love to do that. If you hate it, that's your problem.'

I bent over her and gave her a big smooch.

'Oh no, I love it. Whatever you do with a cigar is a turn on for me. I was just surprised but in a pleasant way.'

'If you say so.' she said, still doubting me a little. It didn't really matter. I could see now she was still very inebriated.

'Uffah. I think I need your help to get back into bed. We'll see about the rest in the morning.' she was almost inarticulate now. I took her by the armpits and guided her to the bedroom. I managed to get her under the blanket and joined her.

Next morning I woke up from the smell of fresh cigar smoke. She was sitting at my side, back against a pillow lustfully sucking on a cigar. She smoked without removing the cigar from her mouth.

'That's the best smoke of the day. To satisfy the cravings after a nights sleep.' her words were muffled by the cigar between her lips. Oh my God, my cock stood erect instantly. It almost hurt. She saw it of course and smiled. Then she removed her cigar after she had inhaled deeply, threw the blanket aside and bent over and started to lick the tip of my cock, while blowing smoke all over it. After teasing me a while, she took one last drag and took my cock into her mouth completely. She worked in silent concentration on me and I was almost there in a matter of minutes. Her left hand that held the cigar was near mine, so without realizing what I was doing, I took the cigar and dragged on it.

The inhale hit me with the power of a hurricane and triggered me off. I won't say it was the best orgasm I ever had, but the hit of nicotine had propelled it up into the top ten. She swallowed up all of my sperm and sat up.

'Stealing my cigar, naughty boy?' she laughed and took a gigantic hit on the cigar.

'Wow,' she exclaimed, smoke pouring out of mouth and nose. 'Didn't know how good that tastes, two cigars at once.' she laughed. Oh how I loved her deep throaty laugh with the inevitable cough to follow. I took her in my arms. She dragged again on her cigar, while still coughing and it did seem to help.

The sweat of a night, mixed with traces of alcohol smelled incredible on her. I had a mind to lick her all over from toe to head. Instead I just kissed her. I had never really been a fan of BJs. Not that I didn't enjoy them, it�s just that I felt a bit guilty, because it didn't do much for the woman. A sixty-niner would be more in my line, so I made a mental note to turn future attempts of her always into the a mutually rewarding act. She smoked away on her cigar in silence a while. Something seemed to be on her mind. Finally she spoke to me, again in that delicious way of hers, puffing smoke in my face.

'Did it occur to you we never introduced each other? I don't even know your name and I doubt you know mine.' she said very amused.

'Well then, let me introduce myself. Hi, the name's Fleming, Robert Fleming.' she laughed, getting the joke. 'Friends cal me just Rob.'

'Pleased to meet you. I'm Carla Wheeler.' instead of a handshake we kissed thoroughly. Carla. I liked that. It fitted her. I had always been associating names with types. There were blonde names and dark names, sexy or dull ones and so on. Carla was definitely a sexy one.

It was time for a shower and of course we took it together. I found out sex almost as good with her when she didn't smoke. I could smell it on her breath anyway. I now had the opportunity to repay her for the BJ she had given me. I started by kissing her tuft. Then I gave her a thorough wash out with my tongue and before she would reach the ultimate peak I lifted her by her legs and rammed my stick into her with all might. It took us only seconds to explode both.

Epilogue

The decision to move in to her place was an easy one. The years have gone by and we are still a pair. Over the years we have settled into a comfortable life as lovers. I have learned to love the person behind the smoke enveloped gorgeous body and our mutual affection has grown over the years. Even if she may have to give up smoking one day I will still love her. Now that my fetish fantasies have found fulfillment in real life, I find the fetish in me fading out. Yet even when the days of rabid feverish lovemaking may pass we will still enjoy each other�s presence and affection.

The End

*Close Encounters of a Smoke Fetishist:

First kind: Sighting, watching a woman smoke from a distance

Second kind: Talking to a woman who smokes.

Third kind: Body contact to a woman that smokes.