A New Smoker Ch. 02

Readers: This is a continuation of Chapter 1, so it might help if you read that one first. Your feedback inspires me, so please rate 5 if you really like this -- my goal is to get into the Hall of Fame for the first time. Thank you for all the encouragement!

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The first ray of dawn slipped through the crack in the heavy curtains, casting a gossamer thread of golden light across the room. It danced over the crumpled, silken sheets and the discarded clothes strewn haphazardly across the honey oak wooden floor. The room itself was a symphony of muted tones; modern furniture, pale cream paint, and the ivory rug that added a touch of softness underfoot.

Karen Reed laid in the heart of this tableau of tranquility lay a woman, her blonde hair splayed across the plush pillow in a wild, untamed cascade. Her body was curled up in the sheets, the soft fabric caressing her bare skin. The evidence of last night's passion was etched across her body; tiny love bites hidden in the curve of her neck; her lips still swollen from the fervor of their kisses.

The early morning rays of the sun gently filtered through the sheer, gauzy curtains, bathing the room in an ethereal, soft glow. The room was a tableau of unmade sheets, strewn clothes, and the intoxicating scent of a night well spent. The scent was an amalgam of her citrusy perfume mingling with his earthy musk, a hint of the expensive wine they'd shared, and the faint but unmistakable aroma of sex.

Karen lay sprawled across the bed, a soft, satisfied smile curving her lips as she slowly blinked open her sleep-heavy eyes. Her chestnut hair splayed out in wild tendrils against the stark white of the pillowcase, her skin still flushed from the passionate dance they had shared last night. She stretched languidly, her body tingling with the delicious afterglow, an echo of the pleasure that had coursed through her veins a few hours ago. She glanced at the other side of the bed, expecting to find Dan's rumpled form, but found it empty. The sight was a stark contrast to the warmth and entanglement of limbs that had been their reality last night. For a moment, a pang of disappointment tugged at her heart, but then her eyes fell on a small piece of paper resting on the nightstand.

It was a simple white notecard, folded in half. Lena reached over, her fingers brushing against the cool surface of the paper. With a curiosity-laced anticipation, she opened it. The note was written in rushed but neat handwriting, the ink of the blue pen fresh against the white backdrop.

"Good morning, beautiful," it read. "I didn't want to wake you. You looked so peaceful, so utterly breathtaking. I wanted to etch that image in my memory forever. Last night was... well, words fail me. I hope to see you again soon. Until then, keep this night as a memento of our shared passion. - J"

A soft chuckle escaped her, warmth spreading through her at his words. She fingered the note, tracing the loops and lines of his handwriting, tangible proof of the incredible night they had shared. She felt a sweet sadness, a longing mixed with satisfaction. Her mind raced back to the start of the evening and the thought brought back the taste in her mouth of her first cigarette. Did I really start our evening smoking and sucking him off, she wondered.

She vividly recalled him talking about his interest in seeing women smoke during sex and her intrigue at the idea, both from the concept of fulfilling his fantasy but also finding herself intrigued by the feeling of power and influence. My God, she thought, I actually enjoyed it, even though it tasted like shit. She got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, completing her business, and stopping to brush her teeth. As she scrubbed the nicotine and tar taste from her mouth, she still couldn't believe she actually smoked and even started to inhale her first cigarette.

Karen threw on a fluffy white robe and walked into the kitchen, a testament to modern design, all sleek lines, polished surfaces, and state-of-the-art appliances. The walls were a pristine white, the sort that was almost blinding in its purity, contrasting sharply with the gleaming black marble countertops. A large island sat in the middle of the room, its surface unmarred by a single scratch or stain. The cabinets, a blend of cool steel and warm oak, were meticulously organized, a place for everything and everything in its place.

Karen moved with fluid grace, her bare feet silent against the cool tile floor as she opened a cabinet, pulled out a Starbucks pod, placed it in the black Keurig, and hit the button. She placed her usual coffee cup under the dispenser, then walked into the living room to part her curtains. Glancing down the couch and coffee table, she saw they had left their wine glasses from the previous night. She moved to retrieve them, and her eye caught the box of Capri cigarettes and lighter on the couch. She paused.

Tentatively reaching down, Karen picked the pack up and studied it, her hazel eyes scanning the small print on the back. There were warnings, of course, bold and unapologetic in their declaration. She read them, the words seeping into her consciousness, but they seemed distant, abstract, like a problem for a future version of herself.

She ran her thumb over the box top opening and suddenly popped it back. The sound of the pack opening was almost anti-climactic, a soft, barely-there whisper of cardboard against cardboard. Ava opened it, revealing a neat row of cigarettes except for one opening, all lined up like soldiers standing at attention. There was a certain uniformity to them, an industrial precision that was oddly comforting.

Karen picked one up, her fingers closing around the slim cylinder. It was lighter than she expected, almost weightless in her hand. She brought it up to her face, her eyes studying the detail. The paper was smooth, almost silky to the touch, the end tightly packed with finely chopped tobacco. She sniffed it, the scent was earthy and slightly sweet. It was a strange aroma, one that was both foreign and familiar at the same time. It reminded her of autumn leaves, of wood smoke, of a time when she was young, and the world seemed a simpler place.

Karen placed the cigarette between her lips, feeling the slightly rough texture against her skin. She didn't light it, not yet, but just the act of placing it there, of mimicking the action, sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. She could almost taste it, the bitter tang of the smoke, the heat of the burning end, the comforting warmth spreading through her chest.

She looked at the pack again, at the neat row of cigarettes, all waiting for their turn. She closed the pack, the cardboard whispering against itself, and placed it back on the table. Her mind was filled with a strange, almost giddy sense of excitement, a feeling of stepping into the unknown, of exploring new, forbidden territory. She looked at the pack again, at the neat row of cigarettes, all waiting for their turn. She closed the pack, the cardboard whispering against itself, and placed it back on the counter. Her mind was filled with a strange, almost giddy sense of excitement, a feeling of stepping into the unknown, of exploring new, forbidden territory.

Karen picked up the lighter that lay next to the pack, its metal surface cool against her skin. She flicked it, the flame springing to life with a soft hiss. She held it up to the cigarette, watching as the flame danced closer and closer. And then, with a small, almost imperceptible nod, she touched the flame to the end of the cigarette. The paper caught, the flame burning brightly for a moment before settling down into a steady, glowing ember. She inhaled tentatively, the smoke just barely filling her lungs, the heat spreading through her chest. And as she exhaled, watching the smoke curl and twist in the air, she knew that she glimpsed the vision Dan had, better understanding his desire.

She stared at the cylinder between her two well-manicured fingers, feeling a bizarre kinship and comfort to the motion. She raised the cigarette to her lips again, cheeks hollowing to cause the end to glow cherry red, and drew more smoke into her lungs. The taste was exactly as she remembered, a blend of bitterness and an underlying sweetness. She held the smoke in for a moment before exhaling, the gray plumes twisting and turning in the air.

Karen sat on the couch, stretching out one leg along the length of the seat, partially reclining, as she continued to stare at the cigarette, its smoke wafting lazily in the morning sunlight. She found herself moving her smoking hand into various positions, thinking about which appeared more sexy or appealing. As her hand rested on her thigh, she thought back to Dan's arousal and how much her smoking turned him on.

She watched the smoke curl upwards from the cigarette's tip, noticing the length of the ash. She clumsily tapped it out into a crystal bowl on the table, realizing her decorative bowl was certainly not meant for such use. I'll have to work on that technique, she thought, raising the filter to her lips, and taking another, deeper drag. This time, she allowed the smoke to fill her lungs more, and she found herself better able to resist the coughing urge. Pursing her lips, she executed a smooth exhale, thrusting a cone of gray smoke into the air.

Watching the hazy smoke swirl around her head in the morning light, Karen rested her right cigarette hand on her thigh, the half-smoked cylinder still perfectly clutched between her middle and forefinger. As her thoughts turned once again to how much Dan was turned on, she found her left hand pulling back her robe to reveal her milky-smooth thigh. A familiar tingle of arousal shot up her leg and she closed her eyes. Tentatively, she reached down to her pussy lips with her left hand and slowly stroked her labia with her forefinger, extending the chill of excitement further.

She stared at the cigarette while she stroked it, mesmerized by its curling smoke and faint glowing ember. Emboldened, she moved her fingers to her clit and raised the cigarette to her lips once again. Sucking deeply, cheeks hollowing, the smoke rushed into her lungs, and her left hand stroked her clit faster. The feeling of doing something she considered so illicit, coupled with the nicotine hit, and the thoughts of last night's sex, increased her sexual desire and she exhaled with a moan.

As the smoky cone hurtled into the air, Karen threw back her head and moaned again, her fingers now flying over her clit, the scent of her damp muskiness mingling with the smell of the burning cigarette. Her breath hitched as her fingers moved increasingly faster, dancing over her sensitive flesh. The sensation was electric, a surge of pleasure that sent waves crashing through her. Her heart pounded in her chest like a drum, the rhythm matching the tempo of her ravaging hand. In her frenzy, she barely managed to raise the cigarette to her mouth and, taking another deep drag, filled her lungs and kept the smoke there. As the first waves of her orgasm began to strike, she groaned aloud, smoke erupting from her mouth not in a tightly formed cone but in one large, cloudy mass.

"Oh, God," she cried out, her fingers plunging into her wetness as another wave of ecstasy hit. Her cigarette hand joined her left and she fervently pounded out her orgasm, forgetting the lit cigarette in her hand for a second. As her tremors subsided and she caught her breath, she glanced down and noticed the end of the cigarette had burned a small black spot into her white robe. Damn, she thought, I gotta get better at this. It didn't bother her enough to stop her from taking one final drag, feeling the smoke merge with her after-orgasm glow, then exhaling with a perfect cone.

Karen reached over to the crystal bowl and stubbed out the cigarette, a bit surprised by the slight feeling of disappointment that this moment was over. Then she caught sight of the nearly full pack and thought with a smile, maybe not. This was certainly an interesting twist to her and Dan's relationship. He certainly wasn't like any other guy she had dated, and she wondered where else this adventure would take them.

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While Karen was enjoying her morning cigarette, Dan Markel was hard at work in his home office trying to stay focused on his job as a computer systems sales rep. He wasn't being very successful, his thoughts going back to his hot night with Karen. While they had only dated a few months, he couldn't believe he felt so comfortable with her as to share one of his most intimate fantasies. Ever since he could remember, he was sexually fascinated with the sight and smell of a woman smoking. Honestly, he never quite understood it and had kept it hidden for most of his adult life.

Up until a year or so ago, Dan had limited his fantasies to porn websites and movies, delighting in finding smoking models and spending countless hours jerking to them. He had spent some time on dating websites and dated a few smokers, but all were hardcore chain smokers and didn't have the sweet girl look that he wanted and desired most. Then along came Karen. He wasn't even sure she was the type of woman to even consider it, especially given today's politically correct environment and health culture. But she was perfect. Sure, she didn't have that confident smoking style he wanted so badly, but, damn, she looked so hot inhaling and holding.

She did have the look he wanted, for sure. She was pretty in a girl-next-door sort of way, and that is what Dan appreciated the most. Sure, the models he jerked to were beyond hot, but that made them a bit unreal to him, there was sort of a fakeness to them. Her round face, shoulder-length curly golden locks, a cute, slightly upturned nose, and lips shaped like a bow, tinged light red, were the perfect combination for him...and his ultimate smoking desire.

Dan tried to shake the thoughts to focus on his latest sales deal but couldn't. Sighing, he locked his workstation and turned to his workstation monitors, unlocking the screen. He slid open his desk drawer and found the pack of Marlboro Gold Pack cigarettes. He wasn't a smoker, but he did indulge in holding them as he jerked to pictures of smoking models. Opening the file folder on his desktop, he scrolled through innocuously named folders and found a file labeled Hot Blonde Smoking Blowjob.

He pulled a single cigarette from the pack the put it between his lips. Clicking the video file, the screen instantly displayed a blonde model lighting a cigarette and reaching for a large cock. He unbuckled his pants and undid his zipper, reaching in to pull out his semi-hard cock. His left hand reached for his cell phone, opening the screen saver, and clicking through his recent pictures. He pulled up a picture of Karen on one of their dates and placed the phone next to the screen. He could see Karen and the smoking model, and, in his mind, the two images became one.

While the front of his mind was occupied with the two sexy images, the back was recalling Karen's sexy lips sucking on the cigarette last night. As he watched the smoking model take a deep drag and exhale smoke all over the man's thick, hard cock. Dan stroked his hard cock faster, feeling his excited tension grow. His left hand gripped the cig between his fingers, and he fondled his balls. As he watched the model drool and suck on the cock, alternating with deep drags and long exhales, he felt his orgasm build.

Dan began stroking faster as his eyes flipped between Karen's picture and the model's lips sucking on the cock and the cigarette. As his thoughts of Karen and last night collided with the smoking model, he felt his cum rise from his balls and stream through his hard cock. He exploded, ropes of thick white cum erupting from his cock, all over his pants and stomach. A string of sticky whiteness flew over the cigarette in his left hand and he moaned with pleasure. Ahhhhhhh, so good, he thought.

He cleaned himself up as best he could with a paper towel he pulled from his desk drawer. As he wiped the last remnants of his orgasm aside, his phone, still with Karen's picture, rang. Karen, he smiled. He picked up.

"Hey, you," he answered, "I was just thinking of you!" She replied with a laugh.

"Charmer," she replied. "There's no way you were just thinking of me."

"Seriously. I was really just thinking of you," he responded, still watching the smoking model on the screen.

"Well then, that's so sweet. Thank you for your wonderful note this morning, I know you had to get to work today. Last night was so wonderful."

He paused.

"It was wonderful," he agreed, "I wasn't sure after I told you..."

"Told me what?" she interrupted. "Told me you were hot for cute girls who smoked?"

Dan stammered.

"Ummm...yes...I really wasn't sure how you'd feel.... after...well, you know...," he stammered.

"After what? After you insisted I smoke when I've never smoked before? After you got me to give you a smoking blowjob? You are so bad," she teased.

"So you aren't upset?" he asked.

"Of course not," she assured him, "I actually was surprised by how much I loved it, honestly."

Dan breathed an internal sigh of relief.

"I know it's a bit weird," he said but was interrupted.

"Not at all, just different. And I liked it," she insisted.

"I'm so glad," he replied.

They chatted a few minutes more and Dan was thrilled when she suggested she come to his place for dinner at six. He hung up, still staring at the smoking model, and thought how he may have just found the perfect girlfriend.

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After hanging up with a big smile, Karen threw on some clothes and ran to the grocery store to pick up dinner supplies. She decided on a couple of good ribeye steaks for the grill, portobello mushrooms, roasted potatoes, and a couple of nice bottles of Cabernet. She saw the self-checkout line was a bit long and noticed aisle 9 was just finishing up. She darted into the queue, hoping to make the transaction as quick as possible. Lines suck, she thought. As she combed through her purse for her credit card, she glanced up, her eyes catching sight of rows of cigarette packs.

Wow, never really thought about them being there before, she realized, memories of last night the morning cigarette flooding back to her.

"Ma'am?" the older checkout lady queried, her eyebrows raised. She hadn't placed everything on the counter.

"Oh, sorry, "she replied, laying everything out and watching the items roll by. She once again looked over the woman's shoulder at the packs of cigarettes, wondering how anyone decided which pack to get. She couldn't believe it was her voice that uttered:

"And a pack of cigarettes," she said firmly. The woman looked at her with a frown, and Karen thought she was judging.

"Um, what kind? We do have a few choices," the woman replied sarcastically.

"Ummm, Capris, please," Karen replied, remembering the name of the pack Dan had given her. The woman retrieved the pack, handed it to Karen, then finished pricing the items, bagging them quickly and efficiently. Karen hurriedly put the pack into her purse, not sure what made her purchase them. Gathering her bags, she walked to the car, a tingly feeling shooting down her leg.

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As the sun began to set on the city, fiery hues of light dancing off the high-rise buildings, Karen was immersed in the ritual of cooking. Dressed in a simple, yet elegant dress, her blonde hair was swept up into a loose bun, a few tendrils escaping to frame her face. Her hands, seasoned with countless hours in the kitchen, moved with practiced grace.

The heart of her culinary masterpiece that evening was a pair of succulent steaks, their rich marbling promising robust flavor. Karen seasoned them with a mix of spices, each one carefully chosen to enhance the natural taste of the meat. The sizzle of the steaks hitting the hot pan permeated the apartment, the savory aroma tantalizing and promising a feast to come. She watched the meat sear, a dance of heat and flavor, her emerald eyes gleaming with anticipation.