Sabrina

If it hadn't been for Andy I wouldn't have known Sabrina. Although, I hadn't really known her back then. She had just come to my attention. Ten years ago Andy had moved to our office. He was a very good looking guy. Tall, with broad shoulders and very handsome he incorporated to type I have always dreaded or let's better say envied. Me, I had never been the kind of man to attract attention. Given the chance I certainly could fascinate a woman but it took hard labour, whereas guys with the looks of Christopher Reed could get a girl with the snap of his fingers. Definitely Andy was such a guy. I could tell by the attitude the two women in the team adopted towards him. Both were well past forty and married but their fascination for such a well bread specimen like Andy showed. Towards me the two of them showed more of a motherly affection. His skills as an engineer however were something different. He was the kind of neat guy who would do his work well but without much creativity. Yet those were the guys who were always first on the list when it came to promotions.

One day I saw Andy sitting on a bench with a girl outside the lunchroom. She was young, in her late teens and I was a bit disappointed as she wasn't exactly the cheerleader type. She did look good, no question about that, but not really a match to Andy's star like appearance. From the way they faced each other I could tell it was way more than just a casual conversation between colleagues. The reason I remembered her was maybe that I wanted to understand why Andy was interested in her. She was tall but not slender. Her strong hips were what I noticed first. Not that she looked ungraceful yet her hips were a bit above average. Her face was also not exactly fit for modelling, nice and cute but not overly beautiful. Well, each to his own, I thought and would have forgotten all about it if I hadn't seen her very often in Andy's company.

Then, after a year Andy left the company. It seemed to me the girl had moved away too, as I never saw her again for years.

About seven years after Andy had left the company I stumbled upon the girl I had seen him with. I had to go often to another wing of the building, one I wouldn't normally visit, except recently I had some work with another department. Those were times when smoking wasn't entirely banned from the company. In the offices nobody smoked, but there were places at the end of some hallways where people gathered for a smoke. That's where I saw her again. She had changed after such a long time. She was a full grown woman now. She had dyed her hair from her natural dark blond into the classical Marilyn Monroe tint. Also she had permed it into little curls. Not bad, I thought. She had a lot more class then when I had last seen her. Back then she had not used any visible make up but now she did and it made her look very sexy. What hit me however was that she smoked. Maybe she had been smoking back then, even thou I very much doubt it. Andy had been the typical sportsman that neither drank nor smoked and I very much doubt he would have dated a smoker. But then who knows? Still I was sure that I had never seen her smoke in his presence. Of course seeing her smoke did raise my level of attention. Nothing can make a woman look sexier in my eyes than a cigarette. I would easily trade in big boobs or beautiful legs for a smoking habit. Not that I was interested only in smoking. A woman had and still has to be reasonably attractive to impress me but smoking was what required so she would really turn me on.

Unfortunately I saw no way of starting a conversation with her. It might ruin any chance I could possibly have but as I felt a deep urge to see more of her I made a habit out of walking that particular hallway as often as I could. Luckily the project I worked in did require frequent walks to that part of the building and in the end I persuaded my boss to move me to the other office. Now I could pass the smoking corner many times a day. As a reward I saw her every day and could watch her smoking. She was there more or less every hour. I loved to see her take huge hits on her cigarette, exhaling thru mouth and nose at the same time. She really enjoyed smoking. Sometimes I had to hurry to the restroom after seeing her. Otherwise I might have made an ass out of me because the bulge in my pants was too obvious. After some weeks something happened that made me sad. At first I was pissed off but there was nothing I could do about it anyway. Often I would now see her talking to a guy from our office, Walter. He was older then I and I knew he was married and had two kids. He hadn't looked like the womaniser type to me but then still waters can be deep. The only thing I gained from it was that at least I learned her name. Sabrina. I loved the sound of it. Of course the fact that there had been a movie with that title had something to do with it. The more so as the movie was about a love story where in the end it was the elder brother, the serious guy, would get the beautiful heroine and not the flashy young playboy. The real Sabrina was nowhere near the beauty of the actress that had played the part of Sabrina but she still looked very attractive. Besides I had never been interested in the most beautiful girls, neither in highschool nor in college. For one I wasn't looking well enough to have a chance and even if I might have succeeded to date one of them the danger that another better looking guy would snatch her away from me was more than I could have taken. Also beauty is not related to a nice personality. Often enough I found the girls with average looks to be the better lay and also the better friend.

More than a year passed by and all I ever got was furtive looks at Sabrina smoking avidly in the smokers corner. Unlike my colleague who had just walked up to her and started a conversation I was much too shy to do the same. I didn't even dare join her for a smoke. Funny enough Walter joined her for a chat almost daily even thou he didn't smoke.

The turn came with the onset of Christmas time that year. Our Christmas celebration was scheduled on a Friday one week before Christmas. The party room was one floor below the office. We had just started with a few drinks when I remembered my computer was still running. I went upstairs to shut it down. When I left the office again there she was. Alone and smoking. As all my colleagues were downstairs celebrating I decided to give it a try. I walked to the smokers corner and lit up. She looked at me and smiled so I nodded and made my standard remark I use when I join another smoker in one of the smoking spaces. It was about us smokers being an endangered species. Even thou it is quite a dumb line to say she smiled and agreed. I had never heard her speak before. Her voice was absolutely lovely. It had an almost crystal like quality. I was lost in admiration of her. Luckily I have one quality that often saves me when I talk to a woman that turns me on. Instead of loosing my head and becoming speechless or starting to stammer I get eloquent and witty. That I already had a drink did help too. So for the length of two cigarettes we had quite a promising conversation. I didn't know her well enough, in fact I didn't know her at all, so it was difficult to tell if her slightly shy attitude was the result of a mild interest in the guy who was obviously flirting with her or not. Maybe this was just her nature or maybe she was embarrassed but too polite to show. But then she had stayed for a second cigarette. Unfortunately I had to go back for the celebration and my shyness got the better of me. I didn't dare ask her for a date. Then again I lost track of her for many weeks. I had hoped she was simply on vacation, but as time went on it became clear she wasn't there any more. Finally I had the glorious idea to check the company's internal directory. Walter had given me her last name as well, so all I had to do was look her up. The mystery of her disappearance cleared up soon. She had simply moved to another office at another floor. Chance came my way again when headquarters decided to arrange a come together thing in a near by conference center. Normally I hate these kind of gatherings. It bores me to death to hear the executives of the company showing off about how clever they were or worse even when they complain about bad business and try to justify downsizing. Then the whole caboodle with the motivation songs and other kindergarden stuff. This time it was no better but as they promised good catering after the official part I stayed. The after party took place in the huge hallway of the Center. They had lined up some tall tables for people to deposit their glasses and plates, neatly divided into a small smoking and a big no-smoking area. I helped my self to a couple of snacks and then, glass of wine in hand, I wondered around towards the smoking section. I had a vague hope to see Sabrina there and if not I could at least watch some ladies while they smoked. Trying not to look too conspicuous I scanned the tables. Then I saw her. She dragged furiously at her cigarette looking as charming as ever. She wore a more elaborate make up than I had seen on her before and that made her look very hot indeed. To my dismay she was busy talking to a guy. When he turned slightly I recognized him. Walter! I cursed the guy inwardly.� After all he had a family and look at him flirting with a young woman that could almost have been his daughter! But then I realized this was the best thing that could happen to me. If she was interested in Walter there wasn't much I could do about it but now at least I could join her easily pretending it was Walter I joined. So I took the bull by the horns and approached the table. Walter gave me a rather dark look but he probably realized he had no way of driving me off. After all we knew each other well, even thou we weren't friends really. Sabrina looked at me inquisitively for a moment but then she seemed to loose interest in me. She certainly didn't remember the guy to whom she had talked for fifteen minutes almost half a year ago. From close up I could see she looked a little bored. In fact she gave Walter not much more attention then she gave me. I felt a little better. Whatever was on Walter's mind it seemed rather one-sided. Walter babbled along for a while on topics that were more interesting to him than to anybody else, like his collection of historical transistors. Sabrina kept looking at me pleadingly. Maybe she hoped for salvation. I would have to stop Walter somehow without really hurting his feelings. Then luckily Walter's cell phone rang. It was his wife and as far as I could tell, she sounded pretty desperate. Walter lost all his cockiness and stepped aside to listen to his wife. Then with obvious disappointment he excused himself and went away. Sabrina took another cigarette and after a wonderful combined inhale exhale that made my cock twitch, she blew a huge cloud of smoke over my head and said with a deep sigh:

'I thought I'd never get rid of him. Is he a friend of yours?'

Good start, I said to myself. Her voice was just as I remembered. Low and smooth with a trace of girlishness.

'Friend? Good heavens, no. We just work together, that's all.'

'Good, 'cause if you had been, I would have dumped the whole party and gone home. One more word about crappy old radios and I would have started to scream. By the way, I don't think I've gotten your name.'

'That's because Walter hasn't introduced us. I'm Paul Simon, like the singer, only I can't sing.' My usual joke on my unfortunate name. She laughed a little and extended her hand.

'Sabrina Shulze. Pleased to meet you.' Her hand was big and cool. I loved her grip. That I held it just a little longer than needed brought up a little smile in the corner of her mouth that reflected in her eyes. Could it be she was flattered?� She had dressed up a bit for the occasion and didn't look like she had to chase men. Her dark blue eyes looked brilliant framed by pitch black eyelashes and her perfectly trimmed thin eyebrows rounded up the picture. Her lipstick was of a very pleasant shade of light red, looking almost natural. I already felt a knot in my throat, so I took a sip of my wine. After a mind frizzling double pump and a combined mouth nose exhale which seemed to be her trademark, she said:

'Wow, that sure is a name. I can imagine you had to take some jokes in your childhood.'

'No, not really. Most of the people in my class weren't really interested in folk music. The jokes started when I grew older, like in college. "Hey Paul, why don't let the condor pass?" was one of the tamer ones. And imagine you place a telephone order to a record shop and say: "Hi this is Paul Simon, I'd like to order The Capeman by Paul Simon." This actually happened and I got the phone slammed into my face so to speak. But all in all I could think of worse names, like Richard Nixon or Adam Munster.' This time she laughed from all her heart. Her laughter trailed of in little hiccup noises. Charming! So my "magic" worked on her. Then she looked at me and I noticed her mood had much improved. She blew her smoke up over my head again and asked:

'Have you quit smoking?' that was an odd question to ask someone she had just met. Or did she remember me?

'Oh, no, I just didn't really feel like right now. But now that you mention it, that's not a bad idea.'

But as I didn't make a move to light up she felt compelled to ask:

'Have you ran out of cigarettes? I can help out if you care for one of my Benson & Hedges'

I hadn't planned for it, but of course it had always sort of turned me on to bum a cigarette off a lady. It was like sharing her smoke when real sharing was no option and unfortunately, apart from a couple of stolen smoky kisses, none of the women I had been friendly with had ever agreed to share a single smoky kiss with me. So of course I took the opportunity.

'Oh, thanks a lot, I do have my own, but as you have been so kind to offer, I'd love to try a B&H for a change.'

'Certainly, Paul. I just have to dig for a fresh pack in my bag. I just can't believe I have already finished this one and I had some left over from yesterday too. Sometimes I really smoke a lot. But then I enjoy it so much, I say to hell with consequences. What fun could it be to reach ninety after a life of deprivation?' That was music to my ears. Finally I had met a woman that not only smoked quite a lot but also did so without remorse. I prayed for her to respond to my wooing.

'Ah, here they are, my little friends. Thank god I always carry a couple of spare packs in my bag. I never know if it's gonna be a regular two pack day or a meagre one pack or a crazy four pack day. So I wanna be prepared for either situation.'

I hoped that I wouldn't have to leave the table, as the bulge in my pants would show clearly. My palms prickled and my throat felt like sand paper. I accepted the cigarette she offered me and took a light from her. It felt a little odd to reverse roles but it was exciting too. Soon my hands would start shaking and I would make an ass of me. Wouldn't be the first time either.

'Sounds like you do enjoy smoking.'

'Yes I do. I enjoy it much more since, well... I don't want to bore you.'

'How could you possibly bore me? Such a lovely lady like you? You could read the phone book to me and I would still enjoy the sound of your voice.'

Shit! It was way too early for a direct hit, I thought. I half expected her to change face but she surprised me very much. She blushed and smiled.

'Gosh, you are sweet. Thanks for the flowers but you do me way too much credit.'

'No, I don't. You deserve it. I'm flattered that you care to waste your time with me.' Her smile deepened and so did her colour. She bent over and gave me a peck.

'Hope you don't feel harassed but I just had to do that. It's been quite a while since I've been told such sweet things and to tell you the truth it's the first time anybody has told it that sweet. You made my day even thou I don't deserve it.'

'You must be joking. I'm honoured. And I thought you need a force field to keep guys off. After all I am the second one today to, well, you know, show interest.'

She took my hand gently in hers.

'You're after me aren't you? I feared you'd never dare.' Her gaze gained in intensity. It was like she wanted to suck me into her eyes. Then I realized she must have thought of our last brief encounter.

'So you do remember me? I thought you had forgotten that brief moment last Christmas.' She moved in closer. I felt her desire to touch me like a magnetic attraction. All that kept us away was the public space we were in.

'I couldn't forget that, but I remember you from way back out of almost another life ten years ago, when I was just a young girl.'

Wow! She too had taken note of my existence. Was there hope in it?

'You do? To tell the truth I did see you often back then in the company of a guy from the office.'

'Andy.' She whispered.

'That's the one. You had something going with him, hadn't you, if you don't mind my the question?' bold, but I wanted to know. Her voice when she had whispered his name told me the chapter Andy wasn't closed for her yet. As if reading my mind she looked aside and I could tell she was distressed.

'Yes Andy. I've been... what have I been to him? Sometimes I think a toy of sorts.'

She lit yet another cigarette and after a couple of furious inhale exhale combinations she seemed to straighten up and the distressed expression on her face made room for one of determination.

'I'm sorry.' She said. 'It's not your fault and I shouldn't unload on you.'

The spell was broken and I knew from experience that unless I moved fast, I would loose her. I tried my smoothest sympathetic voice on her and to punctuate it I took her hand into mine.

'I think it would do you good to unload and I really don't mind if you do. I would be really glad to help. And help you need.'

She looked up and I saw something like hope flashing up in her eyes.

'Yes, maybe I should. After all we know each other for as long as I know Andy, so I don't see you as complete stranger. But I don't feel like doing it here.'

Bang. Right on target. I had her back but I had to watch my moves carefully.

'I have an idea. Why don't we go out to the park of this place here? I'm sure we can find a bench somewhere. It's pretty warm outside.'

Now she smiled again even thou the shadows were still there.

'Great! Let's go'

We meandered our way thru the crowds and left thru the back exit into the park. Like driven by the same purpose we went straight to a bench that was protected from view by a neatly trimmed hedge. We sat down and I decided to take the chance. I kissed her lips slightly. Her hand shot behind my head and she crushed my lips forcing them open with her tongue. I had not reacted because I was too surprised but now I took off myself and encircled her with my arms. She turned out to be the frantic kisser type. She simply couldn't get enough and kept searching my tongue with hers, sucking and moaning. Then after an eternity she let go. I still held her with both my hands and it felt incredibly good. She had such a warm and firm flesh under her blouse. She looked away and with a sigh she said.

'I hope you forgive me. It's just that I dreamt of this kiss for the least ten years.'

Her words stunned me. How could that be? True enough a strange fascination had caught me from the moment I had first seen her in the company of Andy, yet I had no idea how she felt about me. She mistook my silence.

'Look, you can let me go now. I know I'm not that good looking to expect any guy to fall to his knees in front of me, so you don't have to pretend to share my feelings.'

She pushed my arms aside and took a cigarette from her purse and started to smoke nervously. Still speechless from her confession I could think of only one way to prove her wrong. I kissed her hard right after she had filled her lungs thoroughly with smoke. This time her kiss was softer but still I could feel the passion that drove her. Finally, after our lips parted and she exhaled right into my face, I gathered my senses together and said to her:

'Honey, I had no idea how you felt. I had myself admired you from a distance ever since I first saw you with Andy.'

'Is that true? You don't say that just to soothe me? But then why did you never show it? You had your chance last Christmas but you made no move. Why did it take you so long?' She had tears in her eyes.

'My God, Sabrina! I didn't dare. I had no idea you shared my feelings. After our conversation last Christmas I might have dared but out of a sudden you didn't show up any more. Today is the first time I saw you since then.'

'You could have mailed or phoned me.'

'Yes, but I was afraid to be rejected.'

'And so was I.' She said with a deep sigh.

'At least that's is over now.'

Her answer was another passionate kiss. I felt her face burning. I could hardly imagine how she would be in bed. My luck overwhelmed me.

Punctuating her words with little clouds of smoke she started talking again.

'I wish I had the courage to talk to you ten years ago. It would have spared me of quite number of things.' Another smoke filled sigh.

'I wish I had too but that's history now. Besides back than I only saw you in the company of Andy.'

A veil of sorrow fall over her face as she whispered like a while ago just:

'Andy'

I knew it was dangerous ground and it would brake the spell but I had to know.

'Looks like you're memories of Andy aren't the best.'

'Wish I had no memory of him at all, the bastard.' She said with anger in her voice.

'Was it that bad?'

'In a way yes.'

'Did he hurt you?'

'Who? Andy? No, not physically at least but he stole some years of my life.'

'Wanna tell me more? Maybe you should really get rid of it all. If there's anything to happen between us, maybe it would be best to share it.'

She looked at me with a trace of hope in her eyes.

'So you think there's something going on between us?'

'I don't know about you, but that sure is the way I feel. Even ten years ago you were a cutie but now you look so gorgeous I would have fallen in love even if I had seen you for the first time today.'

Now her eyes shone. I had done and it felt good to give her the confidence she seemed to miss. As a reward I got another kiss. This time she made it a smoky kiss. Smart girl!

'God, it's so good to find out I wasn't just imagining things about. You're almost too good to be true. But before this goes any further, let's get one� thing straight. You won't ever comment on my smoking. Please promise me that.'

This was the moment I had always feared. I couldn't confess my true feelings about smoking but of course I wanted her to smoke, at least as long as it was her own decision. As much as I found smoking alluring I wouldn't want a woman to smoke just to enhance my sex life. That would have spoiled all the fun. It was a damn tight rope I had to walk.

'Sabrina love, I wouldn't dream of imposing anything on you. I love to see you smoke. I have always found smoking adds immensely to the sex appeal of a woman and unlike most people I don't mind the smell, in fact I love it so you needn't worry about that at all. If you would decide to quit, so be it and I will support you, but it will have to be your entirely your own decision.'

I could only hope I hadn't crossed the line and she would see me as a freak which in the eyes of most women I certainly was. It looked like it worked. She smiled happily and kissed me just lightly on the lips. Then she took a good hit on her cigarette and with a wink blew the smoke into my face.

'Like that?'

My answer was a kiss.

'I can't believe it. You do mean it. I would never have thought there would be a man like you. Now we could as well get married.' she said and laughed. 'Now I do have to tell you about Andy.' She paused for another cigarette.

'When I met him I was most of all flattered a guy like him took interest in me. I never thought of me as a particularly good looking girl. Back then I hadn't acquired any of the skills to make the best of my looks. Yet there he was, looking like Superman's little brother and he wanted me. I don't think I really loved him but it felt good to gain the attention of a guy like him. Had I known his foul character... Anyway I went out a couple of times with him. I had started to smoke some time before I met him. I enjoyed smoking but I really wasn't that much of a smoker. All my friends in highschool smoked mostly to look adult. I just followed the example and found it quite enjoyable bit I wasn't much more than a social smoker. On my first date with Andy I asked him if he smoked, hoping I could light up myself but he launched into a sermon against smoking I realized I would never see him again if I dared smoke in front of him. For a while I just smoked when there was no danger to get caught by him. However he wasn't dumb and in the end he caught me. If he had dumped me then and there I might he been a happier girl. Instead we had a fight at the end of which it was I who asked forgiveness promising I would never smoke again and all that. We went on seeing each other and eventually he became my lover. I had been a virgin and I knew the first time was no joy ride for a girl. The sad truth is however that it didn't really get better. Apart from the fact that he wasn't overly well equipped he didn't really care how I felt when we made love. His foreplay was casual and superficial. He would simply climb over me and take it for granted I took care of my own orgasm. He always finished quickly and only on rare occasions I got to an orgasm at all. But he was my first lover and I was stupid enough to believe it was my own fault. It took me years to realise that to him I was a mere toy. Women were for fun and hardly had human feelings. That was his attitude. Out of mere frustration I started smoking again. Secretly of course and I took great care he wouldn't smell it on me. Ever since I have to buy toothpaste without mint. I have consumed so many mint candies and chewing gum that the mere smell of mint or menthol makes me sick. It worked but it also increased the strain on our relationship. Then he split with me after maybe a year. He had found another girl. I was crushed. I was hurt because I saw the failure in me. After two weeks he was back asking me on his knees to take him back. He even allowed me to smoke. Moderately and only Ultra Lights but I got his generous permission and that raised my self-esteem. Poor stupid girl I was! I didn't see that the only reason he wanted me back was because the other girl hadn't proven to be such a docile toy for him. It was her who dumped him mainly because he was such a miserable lover. That I was to find out by mere chance much later. Back then I was overly happy. I had him back and he would even allow me to smoke so he did love me. Things turned much worse when he got a promotion and had to move to Junction city. He conjured me to give up my job and come to live with him. I was stupid enough to accept. From then on for two years I have been almost his slave. He wanted a servant and a sex toy. After he had come back to me he had at first been much more attentive and for a brief period sex with him was quite OK. Things turned to worse again after we started to live together in Junction. He was a real tyrant. I had to wash his clothes, iron his shirts and keep the apartment clean. At night he unloaded into me but without any trace of affection. I had to be ready for him any moment. With my smoking his promise hadn't held long. He didn't forbid it outright but I wasn't allowed to smoke in his presence or even in the apartment at all. Even in the winter I had to go to the balcony. I was waking up gradually and while I still avoided to smoke when he was around I began to smoke Full Flavors. I had never liked the Ultra Lights anyhow. Now I bought B&H again, the ones I had smoked before I met him. Also I deliberately smoked as much as I could take. I had reached the level of a pack in the nine or ten hours when he was at work. In the evenings it was hard to abstain so in the end I started to smoke also when he was home. We had fights on end bit he gave in finally. Then he meant to punish me by not making love to me any more but that didn't really bother me. I had to been seeking satisfaction under the shower by my own hand so what was the difference anyhow! His punishment backfired as it was he who needed sex not I. So he started to fuck me again. I'm sorry for the obscenity but I cannot put it the other way. He never kissed me anymore because I "stank" but he did unload into me every other day. After a year I felt I could take no more. I had to leave him. As of lately he had even stopped to bother me and had began to come home late at night. He pretended it was because of his job but I wasn't the stupid little girl any more. It was quite clear he had found another lover. I was there only for the household. The moment came when I would rather live out of my car then stay another day with him. The car had been the only thing I hadn't given up for him. In fact he had taken advantage of it when we moved to Junction. Only after we had stayed together for a while he had finally decided to buy his own car. Probably my old Toyota wasn't good enough for him in his position. So I had a valid insurance for two more month and my old car to serve as a home. Luckily I found a job fast and was able to rent an apartment before the winter came. I stayed some years in Junction, lonely and bitter. I feared all guys would be like him. I didn't make much money and it took me a while till I had saved enough to even pay for a move. I wanted to come back here badly. I was lucky enough to get a job at the same company I had left eight years before.'

I took her in my arms and just fondled her like a little girl. She had been brave while telling her story but now her grief and anger overwhelmed her and she sobbed at my shoulder for a while. I did what I could to comfort her, stroking her head and her shoulder till finally she calmed down.

'You know that the only good thing that came out of it was that I learned to enjoy smoking much more? Often enough when I light up it gives me a pervert satisfaction to defy him. Maybe he is responsible for my quite heavy smoking but I don't blame him. For a long time cigarettes have been my only comfort. I will never give them up out of my own free will and I hope you won�t come back on your word!' she looked into my eyes and then smiled.

'No you wouldn't! I don't know why but I trust you.'

She had no idea how right she was.

It had started to grow cold as it was still spring time. I felt her shivering a bit under the delicate fabric of her blouse. I said the obvious:

'Your place or my place?'

'Yours. I have no doubt you aren�t any way near Andy's pedantry but before I give myself away...' here she burst into laughter. 'I want to see it with my own eyes. Let's go'

There was the last obstacle to take. Would I be able to be a better lover? Even if my own love life hadn't been such a disaster as hers, my experience was quite limited. Also I was a little ashamed of my place. I had left in a hurry that morning and neither the combined living and bedroom nor the tiny kitchen were cleaned up. Yet if I had understood her well, the last thing she wanted to see was a cleaned up space.

We had to drive separately as she had been there with her own car. I raced ahead to remove at least the dirty underwear and that was all I could do. When she came in and saw my room she just kissed me. Then she simply undressed and stretched on my bed. She had a lot to learn. Now that she had deprived me of the pleasure of undressing her, all I could do was enjoy her beautiful body. First however I had to teach her how to act during foreplay so I gave her a cigarette and a light. She was a bit surprised but also pleased and I could see her relax. While she smoked her cigarette I closed the shades to dim the light a little and then I started the warm up. As she lay there on my bed I had the chance to admire her body. Her hips were quite ample but not disgraceful. Besides even if I may have had any objections from a strictly aesthetic pint of view, big and ample hips turned me on in fact as they also went with an ample backside and that I really loved. Such a big soft bottom nestled in my crotch was the best relaxation after an extorting workout. But that would come later. For now I had to rev her up first. So I started to work with my hands and lips. My first kiss was on her belly button. She giggled as it tickled but as I moved farther on up to her breasts her chuckling turned into heavy breathing and slight moans. I could hear that she still smoked and at some point even chained a second cigarette. Her inhales grew noisier just like her exhales as my kissing and licking turned her on more and more. I was working on her breasts now. They weren't overly big but of a wonderful pear shape with absolutely no sag. The aureoles and the nipples were quite big and dark in color. I knew better then to suck on her nipples. I had heard from many women that they weren't very keen on it. The true place to get a woman high was her slit so I slid down till my head rested between her thighs. The skin there is incredibly soft in most women. While I started to lick her clit, making her shiver of pleasure I felt her outer lips swell and on my chin I felt the first drops of her juices. She had dropped smoking and held my head with her hands. She was breathing heavily now so I decided to start the real thing. I raised and whipped my mouth. Then I slid gently over her and wriggled my dick into her. Her vagina was slippery and hot. After only a few moves in and out her orgasm started. I felt the wonderful convulsions of her vagina again and again. I did my best to hold back and keep� her on the plateau for as long as I could. I sure wanted her to remember this. She hadn't mentioned any other lovers but even if there had been any I was sure they hadn't given her any real satisfaction. Finally I felt my cock ready to explode so I let loose. The intensity of my own orgasm took me by surprise. For a moment I almost passed out. Then it was over and I still covered her body with mine. I rolled to one side and my limp dick slid out of her vagina making a noise almost like a cork that pooped out of a bottle. She turned her head to me and kissed me slightly.

'My God! I hope you don't turn out to be a professional! Where have you learned to do this to a woman?' she whispered, still breathless. The smell of her smokers breath almost revived my sexual appetite. I kissed her on her neck and said:

'It was you who inspired me to this. I have never done this to another woman' And that was the plain truth.

'Liar!' she said not really meaning it.

'God I need a smoke badly!' she added. She fumbled for her cigarettes without looking. She just couldn't turn her eyes away from me. Still facing me she started to smoke. She always smoked taking long drags and inhaling lots of smoke but now she took in even more smoke and blew it all into my face.

'Now I do understand the true significance of the cigarette after.' she added slapping her mouth. 'Sorry love, I forgot you also smoke. Want to share this one with me or shell I get you one for you alone?'

Time for another lesson, I thought.

'Neither, Love. I want to share the smoke with you.' It took her a second to understand but then she dragged, inhaled noisily expanding her chest. Then she sealed my lips and blew the smoke slowly in my mouth. I sucked the smoke in. It was the best smoke I had ever had! She was eager to get it back from me thou. This way we smoked two cigarettes, recycling each drag back and forth. Inevitably I grew hard again. She made bog round eyes like a little girl.

�So soon?� she asked.

�Yea, why not?� playing cool of course, as it did not happen to me very often.

�Wow! Andy has never accomplished that. Even once a day was more than he could bring up.�

She kissed me yet again and we launched into round two. She was way ahead of me. Waves over waves of shuddering climaxes swept over her body. The bed was soaked with perspiration and other juices. As always with the second time I needed a lot more time to come to a conclusion. When I finally had my way she was hardly able to speak. Just a few hours ago she had seemed as remote as a movie star and now I literally had fucked her brains out. What amazed me most was my own ability to drive her that far. But then I always knew that virility isn�t a one-sided affair. For a man to turn into a stallion it takes the right woman and the proper state of mind too.

For a while I just cradled her in my arms. She was drained by the intensity of her sexual adventure. It was like she had made up for all the lost years. When she recovered enough to speak she whispered:

�I don�t know if I�ll survive if you do this to me every night.�

I kissed her on the forehead.

�Don�t worry Darling. In time you might get so bored with me, you will wish to have another one like this. Only I can�t promise you that. But for tonight you won�t have to fear anything. I�ll need a month to recover.�

She got the joke and passed it back.

�I hope not. If you�re not able to do it like this three times a day, you can as well stay away.� She giggled happily in my arms. �I think we both need a shower badly and I fear you need a new bed, but first I need a smoke.�

Her kiss was sweet and tender. She had spent her passion for the day. We smoked this one in the same fashion as we did before and it tasted wonderful.

My shower was a pretty narrow affair but we managed to squeeze in both. I had not thought of anything nasty, just to feel each others body, but my dick surprised me once again. This woman raised powers in me I hadn�t known to poses. As soon as the water was running and we started to soap up each other I felt my dick twitch. I ran my hands up and down her sides and felt the wonderfully curbed line of her hips ending in a surprisingly trim waist. After a soap flavoured kiss on her back I was read again for round three. This time I had something special in mind and as I told her so she agreed happily. She turned around and propped up against the wall. I took her from behind. I was very surprised at how good we matched. She was just tall enough that I didn�t have to crouch to fit into her. This time we both took it easy. It was like a slow swaying dance. The touch of her copious buttocks in my crotch was a wonderful sensation. We reached our orgasm almost at the same time, without haste and filled of pleasure. She turned around and we stood there under the hot water clinging to each other in silence. There was nothing to say.

In the end we had to reluctantly leave the shower cabin. Clad with towels we returned to the living room. I had developed quite a hunger but she only smoked one last cigarette and fell to sleep the moment she had stretched on the bed.

After a frugal meal I joined her. I was crushed with fatigue but sleep wouldn�t catch. The events of the day kept wondering thru my mind.

What a turn! I had hoped at best to get to know her a little better and now she was sleeping nude at my side. She may not have a perfect figure or a exceptionally beautiful face but I loved her just the way she was. It had been pure physical attraction on my side but that hour we had spent on the bench together talking had changed everything. I hadn�t have the time to reflect on her story but now I felt a sort of tenderness towards her growing in me that had nothing to do with sex. I felt the urge to help her gain real happiness. I would do anything in my powers to offer her the kind of comfortable partnership and hopefully marriage she needed. To me she would never be the housemaid and slut Andy had made of her. She wouldn�t have to do all the housework or laundry and I would certainly do my very best to please her and not just ram my cock into her whenever I� felt like it. Already I could hardly wait to hear her wonderful voice again and I longed to share all my pleasures and sorrows with her.

All the time I laid there meditating she had slept on her belly like a baby, one hand under her head. Then she turned her back on me und pushed her buttocks into my hip. I turned to her and spooned her. The soft pressure of her ample buttocks in my crotch, the silky skin on the inside of her legs and the tender skin of her back on my chest felt so wonderful I almost had a hard on again. With gentle thoughts for her I drifted away into sleep. My last conscious thought was that I could only hope I would be able to keep her at my side for all my life.

The End

05/12/2004