Smoke and Silence

As we approached the intersection to make a left down the side street to my car, I thought again my lack of smoking essentials. Maybe there was a pack stuck away for a rainy day but I couldn't be sure. All I knew was that if I didn't have any my fantasy come true was about to come to an abrupt halt. We made the left and I just about yelled when I saw what was in front of me.

All of a sudden, an oasis in the desert appeared. The dull, red light flickering "Liquor" created a big "Yes!" in my head.

"You know what," I casually said. "I am going to pick up a pack here, OK?" "Here" was a liquor store and it's bright, red neon sign looked like an oasis in the desert to me. I was on a roll.

"Do you need anything," I asked.

"I'm OK," she replied, "But I'll come in with you."

"I'll tell you what," I said. "I think you should pick out the cigarettes for your smoking lesson."

She laughed. "Why do I feel like I am buying drugs?"

"Well, you are," I said. "And the best thing about them is that they are legal."

We walked into the small liquor store and went to the front counter. She took a moment to survey the rows of cigarettes facing us. I could tell she was looking for something other that her usual brand. I guess she was looking at this as a special occasion as well.

As we were standing there, she leaned into me and grabbed my elbow to pull me closer to her. I was quite a bit taller and this movement had a certain feeling of a familiar relationship. It felt nice.

She whispered to me, "What are the brown ones called?"

"More's" I secretively whispered back at her, as if the name was a government secret. She gave me a playful slap on the arm, turned to the man behind the counter and said, "A pack of More's please."

"I'll get these," I said, reaching for my wallet.

"No, No," she insisted. "The teacher doesn't pay." Man, this woman was something else.

She set her money on the counter, grabbed the pack of extra long cigarettes, quickly put them in her purse, said thank you (I love polite women) and we headed out of the store to my nearby car.

I had recently purchased a relatively expensive SUV so I was kind of feeling like a big shot as opened the passenger side door for her. She climbed in and I shut the door behind her. I then opened the back door and put her shopping bag and my briefcase in the back seat. I walked around the other side, quickly catching my reflection in the back window for a quick hair check, took a deep breath to calm my excitement, opened my door and got in.

As I sat down we were each quiet for a second and then started to laugh.

"Do you feel like your 16, too," I asked.

"That's exactly how I feel," she said. "I think I need a smoke."

"Well, do you have any," I queried.

"Shit, I don't think so," she said while chuckling. "What do you know," she exclaimed. "It just so happens I have a pack right here," and she pulled the More's from her purse.

"Oh good, the brown ones," I replied. "My favorites."

She laughed as she started to unwrap the cellophane. "Oh wait," she said and then proceeded to pack them down on the back of her hand. "I always love doing that, even if I don't know why," she giggled.

After tearing back the piece of foil on the top of the cigarette pack, she reached her small fingers into the pack and carefully pulled one out, which she handed to me. She then took one for herself and stuck it in her lips.

"How do I look," she asked, obviously aware of the different width, length and color of the cigarette.

"The truth? Sexy as hell. I hope you don't mind me saying that." I suddenly became aware that this very beautiful Asian-American princess was sitting in the car with a complete stranger and the last thing I wanted was to make her feel uncomfortable.

"Good," she replied. "I was hoping you would say that."

I put the cigarette in my mouth. "How do I look?"

She took a second. "Like a drag queen without makeup." She cracked herself up on that one.

I laughed too. "Thanks a lot. You sure know how to make a man feel like a man. Are you ready," I asked as I pulled out my lighter.

"Absolutely," she replied. "Class is in session."

The air was charged with electricity. Two people brought together by chance, sharing a secret that can only be whispered to strangers. Looking into her eyes, I lit the flame and held it inches away from the cigarette placed between her strong, elegant fingers. She gave a little "hair flip" and slowly leaned forward, the long cigarette pursed between her full lips, her small mouth preparing to drag deep. As she did, she reached up and cupped my hand, pulling me toward her. Our hands touching sent an almost palpable shock through my body. As she started to softly caress my hand, it made it clear the feeling was mutual.

The flame caught the end of her cigarette and she pulled the fire in. She gave one small puff and exhaled the smoke out the side of her mouth, a bit like it was a cigar. She then clamped her mouth tighter around the tip and took one very long, very deliberate drag. Her cheeks were hollowed just slightly as her eyes focused at the end of her very long, brown cigarette.

Her inhale was deeply felt as well, immediately setting a tone for our encounter. It was indulgent. She had made up her mind that she was going down this road with me and that first drag was like a starter's gun going off.

She inhaled relatively deeply, turned to me with a very serious look on her face and after a brief moment staring into each others eyes... we both laughed hysterically. The only problem was that she had a lung full of smoke and as she started to laugh, I saw her face go from one of sheer joy to one that consisted of two very wide-eyeballs preparing for a really bad cough.

AAAAAHAAACKK!!! The smoke billowed out of her mouth. I felt terrible. I put my hand on her back. I kind of wanted to laugh.

"Shit!" she screamed just a second later after she caught her breath. "I suck."

"No, No," I protested. "It was very elegant. I really liked it when the little spit ball flew out of your mouth."

She laughed at that. I liked her.

She grabbed the lighter out of my hand and lit it. With a smile she said, "All right Mr. Smokey Pants," and then lowering her voice in her best Lauren Bacall, "Smoke for me."

As I put the cigarette to my lips, I noticed her watching my mouth. I lit the cigarette, gave a little extra "show" and exhaled in a tight stream past her face. She had a look of innocent fascination about the process and I could tell this was a deep seeded fetish of hers, probably one she never really acknowledged. That she chose to share it with me, a complete stranger made me feel very special and I wanted to make the experience one that was safe, fun and would provide her with a nice memory.

"OK, "she stated. "Now, I am really going to start smoking,"

"At least you know there's nothing in your lungs to cough up." I had to. She laughed again. We were doing a lot of laughing. Always a good sign.

She leaned back into the chair and calmly took a nice drag. She held the smoke with her lips closed for a quick second, opened her mouth slightly and inhaled quickly, with a noticeable heave to her chest. She didn't hold the smoke in very long and turned almost completely away from me to exhale toward the window I had opened a bit. She tried very hard to blow all the smoke to the opened window; even leaning towards it for the "multiple exhale" She was being polite.

"Now that's not going to work," I said.

"What?"

"Well, if you turn away from me like that it kind of defeats the purpose, huh?" I spoke to her in a polite and inviting manner.

Without a word she turned back towards me, gave a sweet, conciliatory grin and looked me right in the eye. She moved the cigarette close to her mouth and dragged slowly, the tip just to the right of the center. While pulling her lips off the cigarette, she inhaled, tilted her head back and closed her eyes. I was transfixed. After a brief moment, she again came eye to eye and with a slight purse to her lips, blew the rich smoke past the left side of my face, tantalizing close to my mouth.

I flashed a half-smile, "Thanks."

She smiled back, "Your welcome." She was quiet for a second. I was screaming inside. And then, "Can I do it again?"

She didn't wait for an answer but instead kept her eyes on mine, taking a soft, cheek-hollowing drag and exhaling toward me, still just missing my face. I could tell she was really enjoying the spell she was casting over me and I wasn't about to hide the fact that I was spellbound. The opportunity to share this special fetish with someone, especially a woman like her, was something I was going to fully enjoy. I think we had what is known as a symbiotic relationship.

The sexual energy in the car was becoming very obvious. I thought it best to kind of slow things down a bit and start in on some fun "smoking lessons." Something was telling me we were going to be spending a little time together. "Good things come to he who waits."

With my best radio announcer voice I turned to her and said, "Welcome Ladies and Gentleman to another edition of "You Too Can Smoke Sexy! Are you ready to play the game?"

She started laughing out loud, her perfect white teeth contrasting against her golden skin." Her laugh is easy and warm. "I'm ready Johnny!" she exclaimed.

"All Righty then, let's play the game. You have three categories in which to choose from. The first category is..."

Now I need to think. Do I ask her to work on things that I would like to see or do I start with the basics of holding and dragging? I quickly thought that I would include one trick that I really wanted to see and go with the basics on the other two.

"Dragging,"

"Yeah," she gleefully responded.

"The second category is, lighting."

"Woo, Woo!" She was really playing along.

"And finally, we have snap inhales. Or as the French like to call it 'le snap inhale'. You have 5 seconds." (Man, was I pulling for the French inhale.)

I hummed the theme to Jeopardy. She dramatically "felt" the pressure.

"OK, I've made my choice. And it was an easy one. I want to learn how to do a snap inhale."

"You say your answer is snap inhale? Is that your final answer?"

"Final answer Johnny."

"Any you are...right! The correct answer was C. Snap inhale. Congratulations..." I suddenly realized I didn't know her name! I had felt more intimacy with this woman in 30 minutes than I had felt in relationships with women for months. There was no way around it. Maintaining the radio voice I said, "What the hell is your name, anyway?"

While also maintaining her game show contestant persona she shouted back, "Kamiko!"

"And I'm Drew. Are you ready for your prize?"

Before she could answer, I took the still smoldering cigarette she was holding, opened my ashtray and snubbed it out.

"My prize is I don't smoke anymore?"

"That was just the warm-up smoke. This is the actual contest smoke," I said as I pulled out a fresh More. I held it out to here, the long brown cigarette almost looking like a wand. She took it with a smile and placed it to her lips. I brought the lighter to her and she took a nice, sharp drag while looking me right in the eye. There was no question the sexual tension was going to be looming no matter what kind of an idiot I made of myself.

"OK. Let's look at the steps of a snap inhale. You first need to hold the smoke in your mouth after you drag. It needs to billow in your mouth for a while. So take a drag, hold it with your mouth closed for a second and then inhale.

She brought the cigarette to her lips with the same determination as if she were learning how to drive. She drew on the cigarette and then held it in her mouth, her cheeks puffing out a little bit as she turned and looked towards me for some feedback.

"Now inhale slowly."

She did so, definitely enjoying the feeling of the smoke going deep in her lungs. She forcefully blew out the smoke and anxiously turned back toward me. "Perfect," I said with encouragement. "Now while you are holding the smoke, I want you to open your mouth just a little bit and think about "feeling" the smoke start to escape. When it does, or when you actually see some smoke coming out, inhale."

She purposefully puffed on the cigarette, held the smoke in her mouth and opened her lips very slowly, allowing me to see the rich, white smoke curling on top of her tongue. As the smoke started to escape, she leaned her head back as if to try and catch it. Realizing it was impossibility; she inhaled sharply and quickly exhaled out the open window.

"Nice," I said with admiration. "Tell me you haven't practiced in front of the mirror."

She laughed and said, "Well, to be honest, I did about a week ago. Its strange how quickly the idea of smoking took hold of me and I just got curious one night to see how I looked when I smoked. It was kind of late and I had just had a second glass of wine

My mind was racing with images.

"And...?"

"It was fun,"

She said it in a way that told me she masturbated. I was sure of it. Maybe.

"How fun was it?" No holding back now.

She answered my question with an open smile and one word, "Fun."

She brought the cigarette to her lips, looked me in the eye, dragged long and hard, held the smoke in her mouth, spread her lips slightly which attracted my eyes like a laser, and as the smoke started to spill out of her small, full lips, she quickly pulled it back in, creating a very passable snap on her first attempt.

She must have seen the look of astonishment on my face. "Not bad for a beginner, huh?"

"You are almost ready to turn pro," I said. "You're like some kind of child prodigy."

She took another drag. Again, the results were similar. A little larger amount of smoke made up the ball this time. She seemed to understand how this worked. "It's funny," she said after exhaling the smoke towards the window. "I think I just needed someone to tell me exactly how to do it. You were right. I can kind of "feel" the smoke." She took another drag and started to experiment with the smoke. I could tell she was concentrating on how much smoke to take, how long to hold it and how best to control it.

I silently watched her and then said, "Do you want to see something really cool?

"OK," she said with a willing voice.

I reached past her and pulled down the visor on the passenger side, exposing a mirror with a light. "Take a look," I said.

She caught her image in the mirror and instantly recognized its purpose. She again dragged hard and long on the cigarette only this time see stared intently at her own image, concentrating on nothing more than her mouth that was now filling with the thick smoke. She held her lips together tightly and then slowly opened them to reveal a thick, ball of smoke start to grow in her mouth. Now she could see how long to keep the ball of smoke alive and as it got to the point where it started to rise away, she powerfully inhaled it into her lungs, causing the smoke to disappear instantly only to reappear moments later in the shape of a soft, slowly exhaled cone directed right towards the mirror.

She looked at me with a satisfied smile on her face. She looked back to the mirror and repeated the process with equally successful results. As I was watching her and offering soft encouragement, I felt my cock start to grow, beginning to strain against my pants. As she continued on with her "lesson," I acted as if I was moving in my seat to get more comfortable and deftly slipped my hands into my pants and slid my growing cock upwards so it was not laying flat against my body. It was a relief.

She had just executed another snap, gaining confidence with each drag. Without moving her eyes away from the mirror she suddenly said, "Did you just do what I think you did?"

Busted.

"Nooo, "I said like a petulant child whose Mommy caught him with his hand in the cookie jar.

"You did. I saw you." She then turned to me and in a very quiet, soothing way said, "Does my smoking turn you on?"

I didn't even hesitate. "Yes,"

She turned her body completely towards mine.

"You like watching me smoke, don't you?" She was becoming a bit more bold and confident.

"Yes. I love watching you smoke." I decided to spill my guts. "I think you are incredibly beautiful and I am blown away right now."

She put the now short cigarette to her lips, pulled very slowly but with strength, her cheeks hollowing and took what would have to be the hardest drag of her life. She held the smoke in her mouth for an extra long time, letting it swirl around and then upon parting her lips, executed a perfect snap, letting the thick ball out of her mouth and while it still retained its form, pulled it sensually into her lungs.

While the smoke nestled in her lungs she leaned toward me, her face just inches from mine and quietly said, "Blown away?" With that she slowly began exhaling the smoke right into my face. A perfect cone directed towards my nose and mouth, surrounding me with the beautiful smell of exhaled smoke delivered by a sensuous, gorgeous woman. I was in ecstasy as my cock swelled to its full size, flat against my belly as I involuntarily moved my hips up to create some friction between my throbbing dick and my pants.

"I'm a little blown away myself," she whispered as she began to suck the last remaining smoke out of the almost extinguished cigarette. She again gave a perfect snap before blowing the smoke at me again, this time slower and more directed at my mouth. I inhaled what she gave me and as she kept her mouth close to mine, blew my exhale into her mouth as well.

We stayed like that for a few seconds before we slowly came together is a soft, slow, sensual kiss. There was no sense of urgency from either of us. It was as if we both new that this was going to be our first, "first kiss."

As we pulled away from each other, I felt like a boy in the 6th grade, sneaking a kiss with the pretty blonde girl in the third row. She looked a little shocked as well. And then a great thing happened. We both starting chuckling to ourselves as a way of acknowledging the power of the moment. Her cigarette was now almost gone as mine was as well. Instead of throwing it out the slightly open window and littering, something I hate as much as anything, she deftly opened the ashtray in my car and stubbed out the skinny brown cigarette, holding her index finger down on what was left and quickly turning it into the metal appendage. She even did this with style.

She broke the tension with, "I've decided. That is now my favorite café in the whole world."

I responded with, "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that. I am in a coma."

We leaned in for another kiss. This was more passionate, sexual in nature but with feeling. This was a special woman.

Suddenly she pulled away from me as if there was something wrong.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"I want you to know something," she replied. "It is very important to me that you understand that I have never done anything like this in my life. I usually don't kiss a man until the fourth date and very few men have even gotten that far."

I felt honored and told her so.

"I don't know what you're doing to me," she said.

I thought about this for a second and said, "You trust me. And you should. You picked the right man to go down this road with. I promise." I picked up her hand and lightly kissed her palm.

"I know I did," she said. "Then let's get going down that road, OK."

"OK."

We sat in silence for a moment. Each caught up in our own thoughts as we lingered in the feeling of trust we had created. I knew that I wanted her. I wanted to take her home and make love to her. I wanted to wake up in the morning with her sleeping next to me. And for this very reason I decided to let her lead the way. I would try and keep my own desires in check. This had to be about her. I wanted it to be about her.