I hadn't been back to my hometown for almost ten years, not since high school graduation. A close friend was getting married and so I made the trip back for the big celebration. I was looking forward to seeing old friends and visiting some of the local haunts.
On the flight back I remembered my next-door neighbor, Mrs. Allen. She was a beautiful woman in her early thirties, a brunette with a small, slim body, and of course, she smoked.
Mrs. Allen spent a lot of time sunning herself in the backyard and I spent a lot of time watching Mrs. Allen. I was hoping to see her at the wedding.
Sure enough, she was at the church, sitting two rows in front of me. My eyes kept returning to her, her hair was cut short and revealed her lovely neck. Best of all, she was sitting alone. As soon as the ceremony was over, she dashed outside for a cigarette, a VS120. I rushed over to say hi, thank god she remembered me and did most of the talking. Watching her smoke, just as tan as ever, in that small black dress, I was rapidly getting hard. I put my hands in my pants to hide the bulge.
I casually asked about her husband and she said they had divorced about a year ago and I had to fight the urge to yell, yes! I followed her to the reception and we sat together at the same table. Soon we were chatting over a glass of wine, and I couldn't keep my eyes off this beauty.
After dinner, she excused herself to the restroom. After a few minutes I watched her slip out the front door. I gathered all my boldness and followed her out. There she was, a freshly lit cigarette between her pink frosted lips. She asked me if I would like one and I told her I didn't smoke. She apologized and said she hoped it didn't bother me.
I assured her it didn't and then managed to blurt out that I thought she looked very sexy when she smoked. Carol gave me a kind of embarrassed smile and continued smoking. After a few awkward moments she put out her cigarette and asked if I was ready to go back in.
As she entered, she reached to hold my hand and led me to the dance floor. I held her close as we danced, smelling the combination of perfume and smoke. I'm sure she knew she was in full control now; the bulge in my pants was unmistakable.
The next hour was the longest in my life as we danced every slow dance, hardly speaking, but we both grew bolder with our hands and bodies. Finally, Carol pulled my head down to hers and kissed me with those lovely pink lips. I think we had better go some place private before we go to far she said, and I didn't need to be told twice. We said our hurried good-byes and rushed in our cars to her house.
As soon as the front door shut, our lips came together again. She had smoked a cigarette in the car and my tongue ravaged her mouth, enjoying every taste. She unzipped me and reached in my pants, freeing my cock and leading me into the living room. She undressed me right there and without a word knelt before me and began to blow me.
I had fantasized about this hundreds of times and now it was coming true! After a few minutes of pure heaven, she stood and commented that I was much bigger than her husband.
She picked up her purse began to walk to the bedroom, beckoning me to follow. With Carol standing at the edge of the bed I knelt and kissed her nylon-covered legs, removing her shoes and hose. Her panties were very wet, and once off, I licked and kissed her pussy. Her hands held my head tight to her and she sighed, I've dreamed about this many times.
I stood and removed her dress and bra, seeing the beautiful tan lines around her breasts. We lay on the bed and slowly I entered her, filling her and then pulling out to the tip. After only a few minutes, she stiffened and groaned, Oh god, I'm coming! I pumped hard through her orgasm and within seconds she came again.
As she recovered, I looked over to the nightstand and saw an ashtray there. Her eyes followed mine and then she smiled. Would you like me to smoke? She asked as she reached for her purse. Calmly, she first applied a new coat of lipstick, then she pulled out a cigarette and handed me the lighter.
With trembling hands I lit the cigarette. She inhaled deeply and exhaled the smoke toward her breasts. I could feel my orgasm building. She took a second drag and then pulled my face toward her, blowing smoke in my face. Seconds away from coming, I began pumping hard, Carol held the cigarette clenched in her teeth, smoke billowing from her mouth.
Suddenly I exploded inside her, and just like in a hundred dreams before, I cried out, Oh, Mrs. Allen, I love you. Carol took the cigarette from her mouth and I collapsed beside her, kissing and watching her smoke the last of the cigarette. As soon as she had finished one cigarette, she lit another and moved between my legs, determined to bring my cock back to life with smoke and her mouth.
In no time at all I was hard again and enjoying my first smoky blowjob. Carol smoked the whole cigarette while blowing me; it was the most erotic experience of my life. Then she lowered herself on my cock, slowly impaling herself. Once filled, she again applied another coat of lipstick and lit her third straight cigarette. She began fiddling with her clit as she smoked, building to her orgasm.
With each exhale she breathed the word Fuck from her smoke-filled mouth until finally she came with a low groan. Carol locked the cigarette between her lips and began fucking me, her hands on my chest and sliding my cock in and out of her pussy. She came several times before I blew my load into her. I was exhausted, but Carol was on fire! Between my legs, she began sucking my balls and licking my asshole.
No one had ever done that to me before and amazingly, I got hard again. Carol sat her beautiful ass on my face and I began licking her asshole. Suddenly I realized that I was tasting my own come dribbling from her pussy.
At this point, I was so turned on that cleaned out her pussy and then returned to her ass. Carol begged me to fuck her again; she was on all fours with her ass sticking up. I mounted her from behind and we fucked like two dogs in heat.
Carol was totally out of control, babbling obscenities as her body flooded with orgasms. Finally, I came, maybe a drop or two) and we slept for the remainder of the night.
The next morning, Carol woke me to a glass of champagne and a smoky kiss. She fondled my cock and then told me to masturbate while she smoked, totally naked. I had done this a thousand times I my mind, but now here I was, pumping my dick while this lovely woman smoked for me.
Before I went too far, she took a drag, inhaled, then kissed me, letting the smoke fill my mouth. Then she whispered in my ear, Come in my mouth, darling. Not one to argue, I watched as she took another drag and then with her eyes never leaving mine, engulfed my hard cock. In no time she drained me dry.
We spent the rest of the morning in bed, and then it was time to leave. I could barely walk through the airport because I was so sore, and I didn't want to get hard again for a week!
When I got home there was a message from Carol saying she was looking for a cigarette holder for our next rendezvous. My hand moved to my hardening cock as I called the airline to make a reservation.