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