Proposition for Jill, Part 2

Proposition for Jill
Part 2 of 4

Chapter 6  (Part 2)

   On Monday morning the alarm woke me out of a sound sleep.  I glanced at the
time and it said 6:15.  "Shit."  I thought.  "Jill still set the alarm for a
half hour early to do her usual Monday aerobics."  By the time I was
completely awake, Jill was already out of bed and out of the room.  A faint
stream of light was coming through the door.  So, I figured she must already
be in the living room, dancing to her tapes.  I got out of bed and stepped
into the bathroom to take a, much needed, leak.  Then I went back into the
bedroom to grab both of our packs of cigarettes.  I walked out, but naked,
into the living room with the cigarettes in my right hand so that Jill would
not see them as I walked past her.  "Good morning darling."  I said as I
paused to watch her for a minute.  Apparently, she had already completed her
stretching and warm-up portion of her routine, because she was already dancing
at a fairly fast pace.  She was wearing a dark blue, spaghetti strapped
leotard with a thong back bottom and damn, she looked good.

   She gave a quick glance my way and said between panting breaths,  "Hi baby
How come you're not still sleeping?

   "I don't know, I was just too wide awake.  Anyway, I'll get the coffee
perking."  I replied as I continued walking to the kitchen.

   "Great idea.  I'm going to be thirsty when I'm done."  Jill panted back.

   I stayed in the kitchen for the next 5 minutes while the coffee brewed.
When it was done, I figured Jill still had about 10 minutes of her 30 minute
workout to go.  I poured two mugs full of rich dark coffee and set them on a
tray.  Then I lit a cigarette and put both our packs on the tray.  I walked
into the living room and placed the tray on the coffee table about 3 feet away
from where Jill was doing her dance.  Then I plopped my ass down on the couch
so that I could gaze at Jill's magnificent profile while I sucked down a nice
big drag of fresh smoke into my lungs.  She was working pretty hard.  Her face
and chest were covered with perspiration and wet spots were beginning to form
on the front and back of her leotard.

   Not 30 seconds after I was seated, Jill glanced at me and panted, "Oh that
coffee and that cigarette smells so good.  You're trying to tempt me, aren't
you?"

   "Well yes I am darling and believe me, the coffee and the cigarette do
taste real good.  I mean I love watching you bounce all over the place, but
what I'd really like would be if you'd bounce right over here and into my
arms."  I bargained.

   "Oh you are such a bad man."  She panted back.

   "And you love me for it.  Look Jill, it's not that I don't want you to
exercise, it's just that I have a different sort of aerobic activity in mind."
I shot back.  Then, I grabbed one of her Capri's and lit it.  I placed her
cigarette in the ashtray on the coffee table and leaned back into the couch.
Between drags on my Marlboro, I began to stroke my cock into a full erection.
Suddenly, in mid-dance step, she began peeling off the sweaty leotard.

   "I can't resist you any longer."  She insisted.

   "Good girl.  Come sit right here between my legs.  I can't wait to get my
hands on those luscious tits of yours."  I instructed.

   I sat up in the couch and Jill planted her ass directly between my
outstretched legs, bringing the small of her back directly into contact with
my now-raging hardon.

   "Oooooommmmm you feel so good."  She murmured between breaths as she
reached over and grabbed her coffee mug.  She stopped panting just long enough
to take a nice big sip of the strong coffee.  She put the mug back on the
table and reached for her cigarette.  Then she leaned back into me and I
reached up and grabbed two handfuls of her glorious tits.  They were all
slippery from her perspiration and I especially enjoyed the heaving of her
chest as she continued to struggle to regain her breath.

   She took a nice drag on her Capri, but because she was still panting, she
couldn't hold in the inhale.  It took her about 4 panting breaths to clear her
lungs and then she immediately took another, longer drag.

   "Oh God your hands feel wonderful.  Ooooooohhh baby, I love it.
Oooooohhhhhh pinch my nipples."  She begged as smoke continued to seep out of
her mouth.

   A few minutes later we finished our cigarettes and she was riding my cock
right there, on the couch.  This was exactly the kind of morning that I had in
mind when I had asked her to move in with me.

   By the time we were finished with our delightful little early morning
quickie, we were both running about 10 minutes behind schedule, but Jill still
managed to smoke two more cigarettes before leaving for work.

   Monday and Tuesday went about as Jill had hoped.  I think she smoked a
little less than the pack and a half that she had promised, however, she
didn't smoke at work.  On both nights, the bra came off as soon as she stepped
through the door and, she did make a concerted effort to play catch up ball
with her smoking when she got home.  So, all things considered, I decided to
not make any kind of big deal out of the fact that she was not quite living up
to her end of the bargain.

Chapter 7  (Part 2)

   On Wednesday night I got home about 5 minutes ahead of Jill.  We had
already planned to have a chicken parmesan dinner and I had just pulled out
the pans when Jill burst through the door.  We kissed briefly and Jill shucked
off her suit jacket.  She was wearing a tight, sleeveless, white turtleneck.
Jill paused to light a fresh cigarette and then, with the cigarette dangling
from her mouth, she reached behind and unhooked her bra through the sweater.
Seconds later, she had yanked the confining, little white garment out from
under the sweater.  Her nicely drooping udders never looked better and I was
just about to tell her that when she said, "You'll never guess what I did
today?"

   "What's that Hon?"  I asked back.

   "Well I said I wasn't going to do it.  But, I actually smoked at work."

   "Really!  Tell me all about it."  I prodded.

   "Well, first thing in the morning, I had a pretty rough meeting between my
boss, Jeremy and two of his biggest clients.  The meeting was fairly short,
but it didn't go well at all.  The contracts that I had been working on didn't
even come close to achieving the business purpose.  Even though Jeremy took
most of the heat, I felt real bad.  I thought it was maybe my fault.  But
Jeremy was cool.  When the meeting ended, Jeremy could see how upset I was and
he called me into his office."  She paused to take a drag on her cigarette.

   I tried to reassure her.  "Jill, these things happen.  It's how all of us
learn the trade and learn about our clients."

   "That's exactly what Jeremy said!"  She exclaimed, then she continued.  "He
told me that clients can get upset, but their retainers give them that right.
He said the important thing that always has to come from meetings like this is
that we have a better understanding of what they are trying to do and what
kind of contractual protection they need.  Then he made me feel real good when
he said, "I'll bet that within a week they will be thanking you for the effort
that you made on their behalf."

   "Sounds like good advise from your boss.  I would have fired your ass......
No, I'm just kidding."  I chided.

   She ignored my joke and continued to get her story out.  "So anyway, I felt
a little better after talking to Jeremy, but when I got back to my office, I
tried to catch up on my emails, but I just couldn't concentrate.  So I decided
to get some fresh air.  You know, to sort of re-charge my batteries."

   "So then what happened?"  I prompted.

   "Well, as soon as I stepped outside, I noticed a girl that I had seen
around the office, but I didn't know her name.  She was smoking a yellow
tipped cigarette that looked like your Marlboro's.  Anyway, at that moment, I
really wished I had grabbed my purse because I could have smoked a couple of
cigarettes and nobody that I knew would have seen me.  I must have been
staring at her because after a couple minutes she said, "You don't look very
happy and, you look like you could really use a cigarette."

   "I said, "Oh God yes.  You have no idea how good a cigarette would taste
right now."  So she handed me her pack.  They were Newport 100's and I lit
one."  She explained.

   "Good for you my dear.  Not only did you get over the office smoking
hurdle, but you got to try a new brand."  I said in support.

   "Exactly.  Anyway, the Newport tasted real good, although it seemed even a
little stronger than my Capri's, but I liked it.  We ended up smoking two
cigarettes together.  I found out that her name was Nancy and that she was a
clerk in Central Records."  She said.

   I chimed in.  "That's good.  In our business we need all the help that we
can get from the folks in Records."

   "Exactly what I thought.  Anyway, that worked out great.  Then I went
window shopping at lunch and smoked I think 3 more cigarettes.  Then, about
2:30, I was sitting at my desk and Nancy walked by and got my attention by
waving her pack of Newports at me.  I assumed that this was the signal for a
cigarette break, so I grabbed my purse and headed down to lobby with her.
When we stepped outside, I met another girl from Records, a girl from Research
and the Office Receptionist.  We each smoked 2 cigarettes and it felt so nice
being welcomed into their little group."  She said excitedly.

   I responded, "Well shit girl.  You've had quite a day!  Let's see, you
pissed off a client, smoked at work and made 4 new friends.  Quite an
accomplishment I would say."

   Jill chuckled.  "Yea, you're right.  All things considered, it was quite a
day and I feel pretty good about it."

   That night we had a nice dinner and afterward we enjoyed a couple
cigarettes with our after dinner coffee.  I had a ton of work to do that night
and by 8:30 I was knee deep in writing up a difficult contract for a client.
Around 9:00 Jill wandered back and got partially ready for bed, changing into
a thin light blue chiffon robe that tied at the waste.  The garment by itself
wasn't all that sexy, but, when draped over Jill's naked body, it became very
interesting.  It became even more interesting when light hit it at just the
right angle.  With back lighting, the robe became virtually transparent.  I
hate to say it, but I pretty much ignored Jill while she changed.  This didn't
seem to upset her and she left the room to go watch TV.

   A little while later, I got hung up on a non-compete clause and needed to
call a colleague for a quick opinion.  I glanced at the clock and it said 9:35
and I figured that wasn't too late, so I picked up the phone and I immediately
heard Jill say, "Hi Heather, it's Jill."

   As luck would have it, I must have picked up the phone just as Heather
answered and Jill didn't know that I was on the line.  Jill asked Heather
about her kids and Scott.  Heather asked how work was going and how I was.
You know, the usual conversation stuff.  So, I was about to hang up when I
heard Jill say in an excited voice, "Heather, you won't believe what I'm doing
at this very instant!"

   Heather replied, "Settle down little Sis.  What are you doing?"

   "I'm sitting here smoking a Capri Menthol 120."

   "No shit.  I don't believe you.  You're lying to me."  Heather responded
with surprise.

   "I swear to God.  I really am smoking a Capri."  Jill said, her voice
almost giddy with excitement.

   "Are you inhaling and everything?"  Heather questioned in disbelief.

   "Yep.  Inhaling and everything."  Jill replied with confidence.

   "Oh I never would have thought I'd hear you say this in a million years.
My little Sis, the militant anti-smoker, smoking a cigarette.  Oh you got to
tell me all about this."  Heather insisted.

   "Ok, but I have to warn you, before you get too excited, I'm only smoking
for 2 weeks.  Then both Jim and I are quitting."  Jill advised.

   "Yea right.  Go on Jill."  Heather prodded.

   "Ok, you know how I hate smoking right.  Well I still do.  I still think
it's a nasty habit.  But, I promise you from now on, I won't give you any more
shit about your habit."  Jill began.

   Heather interrupted.  "Oh this just keeps getting better all the time.
Keep talking."

   Jill continued, "Anyway, you know how I'm a coffee-aholic?  Well, Jim
doesn't like coffee and he never liked going to coffee shops with me, so we
talked it out the other night and agreed that I'll keep drinking my 8 cups a
day and start smoking a pack and a half a day.  He'll keep smoking his pack
and a half but he'll also drink 8 cups of coffee a day.  Then, after two
weeks, If we both agree that we want to quit, we'll quit both of our bad
habits."

   "This I got to see.  Tell me, how long have you been smoking?"  Heather
questioned.

   Jill answered, "Well I actually started smoking last Friday, but the 2 week
period didn't officially start until Saturday."

   "You mean that you smoked a pack and a half of Capri's on your first full
day of smoking."  Heather asked in amazement.

   "No.  I started with a pack of Marlboro Light 100's.  But by the end of
that pack, I decided that they didn't have much taste.  So, Jim thought they
might be too light and he thought I might like to try a menthol.  When we were
shopping on Saturday, I saw the cartons of Capri's and remembered that they
were what you smoked, so we bought a carton."  Jill said.

   Heather chimed in, "A whole carton?"

   "Yea.  I figured that since I have to smoke about 2 cartons over a two week
period, why waste money buying single packs.  Besides, Jim was right.  When I
finally tried the Capri's on Saturday night, I really liked the cooling
menthol taste.  It took me till about the end of the first pack to get used to
the stronger flavor, but now I really like them.  The menthol keeps the smoke
smooth and cooling even when you get near the end of the cigarette."  Jill
replied.

   "Tell me something I don't know.  That's exactly why they're my brand.  So
tell me, have you started smoking at work?"  Heather queried.

   Jill responded, "At first, I wasn't going to.  You know, why rock the boat
for only two weeks.  But, today, I had a rough morning and stepped outside the
building for a mental break.  I ended up meeting a girl that worked in my
office and she gave me a cigarette.  It wasn't nearly as awkward as I thought
it would be and in the afternoon I ended up making friends with the
receptionist and 3 women from our Central Records department.  And, in my job,
it pays to have well placed friends in Central Records."

   "Ok, so how long have you been at the pack and a half level?"  Heather
continued her questioning.

   "Let's see, I smoked close to a pack and a half on Sunday and then got up
to a full pack and a half by Monday.  So, I guess it's basically 3 days.  But
you know, really, it hasn't been as hard as I would have thought.  I only had
a couple of coughing spells on day one, then another little one when I tried
smoking my first Capri, but after that, smoking has been pretty easy."  Jill
answered matter-of-factly.

   Heather kind of changed the subject.  "Ok, so now you've been smoking for
about 4 days, what's Jim's reaction been to all of this?"

   "Heather, honestly, that's been the funniest thing.  I think he really gets
excited whenever he sees me smoking."  Jill answered.

   "Excited how?  You mean turned on?"  Heather probed.

   "Yea that's it, turned on."  Jill replied.

   "Sounds just like my Scott.  That's why I smoke as much as I do and why
I'll probably never quit.  Even though he doesn't smoke, I know he finds my
smoking erotic and sexy.  Basically, no matter how tired and cranky he is at
the end of the day, all I have to do is slip my feet into my 4 inch heeled
feather slippers, throw on a little see-through baby doll and light up a
cigarette.  Within 20 minutes he's making me a very happy woman."

   Jill giggled back, "God that is Jim all over.  But Heather, seriously,
Scott likes the fact that you smoke even though he's a doctor?"

   Heather answered confidently, "He may be a doctor, but he's a man first.
And besides, the way I figure it is if I ever get sick from smoking, Scott
will just have to cure me."

   Jill replied, "Isn't it totally ironic that out of all the men in the
world, we've found two that are turned on by smoking?"

   Heather answered quickly.  "Sis, it's not all that ironic.  I would bet
that at least 50% of all guys really get off on looking at women smoking."

   "Really!"  Jill answered in amazement.

   "Oh yea.  In fact you can test out my theory.  The next time you and Jim
are in a bar, especially if you're wearing let's say, a short little black
dress that shows a little boob, about ten minutes after you're seated, but
before you've lit your first cigarette, look around and notice how many guys
are eyeing you.  Now don't do this as soon as you enter the place because all
guys always look over all the girls as they enter the room.  Wait the ten
minutes.  There will only be 1 or 2 guys that are still looking your way by
then.  Their attention will have moved on.  So then, you want to light up and
use your sexy smoking techniques while you smoke the first half of the
cigarette, then look around and you'll be amazed at how many guys are darting
their eyes in your direction."  Heather instructed.

   Jill asked, "You mean they'll do this even if they're with dates?"

   "Absolutely.  It doesn't matter if they're there with their buddies, their
wife, girlfriend, mistress, whatever."  Heather responded, her voice ringing
with confidence.

   Jill responded, "My God.  I never would have guessed.  Anyway, Heather,
what do you mean by sexy smoking techniques?"

   "Oh, I'm sorry honey.  I forgot that you're still a novice.  Let's see,
what are techniques that get guys attention?  Oh yea, there's the dangle.
Sometimes it's difficult to work in a bar, but it's great in a restaurant or
at a party and it's great when you're doing some little chore and you want
some attention."  Heather replied.

   "So what's the dangle technique?"  Jill asked impatiently.

   "Ok, let's say you're folding laundry at the dining room table and Jim is
basically ignoring you, reading the paper or something.  You light up a fresh
cigarette and just leave it in your mouth, not the corner of your mouth, the
center, while you continue to fold the cloths.  When you feel like it, you
take normal drags, inhale the smoke and then exhale it out of your nose and
mouth from around the cigarette.  A few seconds later, with the cigarette
still dangling from your lips, when you're ready for another puff, you just do
it again.  You do this maybe 3 or 4 times, then pause to flick your ash and
then immediately put the cigarette back in your mouth for another 3 or 4
puffs.  The neat thing about dangling is that even when you're not sucking on
the cigarette, you're still getting a small, continuous stream of smoke into
your lungs.  It's very satisfying, but only until the cigarette is maybe half
smoked.  After that, it begins to taste a little harsh.  You do a dangle the
right way, at the right time and I guarantee that Jim won't be reading the
paper for long."

   "So what makes dangles sexy when you're at a party?"  Jill asked.

   "That's easy.  Let's say you're wearing a low cut dress and you're sitting
on the couch.  Four men, including Jim are close enough to where they could be
paying attention to you.  So, you pull out your cigarette pack and lighter
from your purse.  You stick your nice long Capri in between your lips and then
you bend your head down to light it.  You suck in a nice drag to get it lit.
Then, you hold your purse in your lap and you pretend to take a few extra
seconds to rearrange your purse and put you cigarettes and lighter away.  All
the while, you're taking a few puffs, inhaling toward your chest and the
cigarette is pointing directly down toward your cleavage.  Sound like pretty
neat body language?  Heather asked.

   "Oh, I can just imagine how our breast men would focus in on that little
scene.  You know Heather, probably not ready to do dangles yet, but I'm
definitely going to try them before I quit."  Jill responded.

   Heather replied, "That a girl.  In fact, you can try them right away, just
take smaller drags and you don't have to smoke the cigarette until it's
halfway gone.  You know the neat thing about dangles is that they are
practical.  Like when you're driving in heavy traffic and you want to smoke,
but you need to use both hands for driving, you just do a dangle.  Even when
Scott's not around, I usually do dangles while I'm washing the dishes.  You
know, when your hands are wet it's too much of a hassle to dry your hands off
between every puff, but with the dangle, you can smoke most of the cigarette
and maybe only have to dry your hands twice to flick off the ashes."

   "Ok, what's another sexy technique?"  Jill asked excitedly.

   "Well let me see.  Wait a minute while I light another cigarette."  Heather
paused.

   "I'm going to have another one too."  Jill added.  I heard the line go
temporarily dead for about 30 seconds while both ladies were obviously
lighting up.

   By now, my dick was almost painfully hard as it strained against my pants,
but even with my hand over the mouthpiece, I dared not move, lest they find me
out.  Within seconds, I could hear the distinct sound of exhales over the
phone and Heather was the first to break the silence saying, "All right,
here's a technique that works great in a bar.  It's called a double pump."

   "A what?"  Jill asked out of surprise at the name.

   "Ok honey, a double pump is when you take a nice strong drag, inhale it
deeply, hold the inhale for maybe 2 or 3 seconds, then, let just a little
smoke escape from your mouth.  And then, right away before you actually exhale
or take a breath, you take another, equally strong drag, inhale it, hold it
for about 4 seconds and then exhale a nice long thin stream of smoke.  Why
don't you try one Jill?"

   "Ok.  Here goes."  Jill said cautiously.

   There was a long pause as Jill was obviously dragging and inhaling twice.
Then I heard her make two short, but loud exhales.  "Oh my God.  I can really
feel that in my throat and lungs.  And, Jesus, smoke is still seeping out of
my mouth."

   Heather commented, "Yea I know.  Isn't that cool?  I'm sorry.  I forgot to
warn you.  You suck down a lot of smoke when you do a good double pump, but
guys just love it.  I usually start most cigarettes with a nice double pump,
especially if it's been awhile since my last smoke.  The quick blast of
nicotine, makes me feel real good.  It's also a real good way to end a
cigarette.  It sort of, you know, holds me over till I light up again."

   "Why do you think guys like it?"  Jill questioned.

   "Let me think about that for a second.  Let's see, guys are visual and
they're also oral beings.  Double pumping certainly distinguishes an
accomplished smoker from a beginner.  You know, you've probably seen lots of
girls that take quick little drags, do a shallow little inhale and then exhale
immediately.  I think they almost look like they're embarrassed with their
smoking.  If I was a guy, this style would not be very interesting to watch
and it certainly wouldn't excite my oral imagination."  Heather theorized.

   "God there's a lot more to this smoking thing than I thought.  Tell me
more."  Jill implored.

   "You know what Sis?  You've already done my next sexy technique.  It's
called the talking exhale and you actually did one after your double pump.
This technique works great in a crowd.  It really gets the guys attention and
the neat thing is, when you're talking to people, you can smoke without
blowing it in their faces.  The way I do it is, I take a normal, big drag,
suck it in and hold my inhale, but instead of blowing out a stream of smoke,
I'll just start talking and breathing normally.  The thing that really holds
the guys attention is the fact that if you've taken a really good drag, it
will usually take about 4 or 5 breaths for your lungs to finally empty out.
All the while that you're talking, little wisps of smoke will be darting from
your mouth and nose.  Why don't you practice one right now?  Think of
something to say, take a drag and hold the inhale, then just talk."  Heather
advised.

   "Ok."  Jill agreed.

   There was silence on the line for maybe five seconds, then Jill began, "Are
there any more sexy smoking techniques and how do you know when to use which
ones?  Ooooohh, this is neat.  I just finished taking my third breath and I
still see little jets of smoke coming out of my mouth."  Jill said, finishing
her experiment.

   "Oh yea.  Talking exhales are way cool.  There's another version of that
technique which works great when you're not talking.  You take your big drag,
inhale and hold it, like normal, but then, instead of blowing out a long
stream of smoke, you just part your lips a little and start breathing
naturally through your mouth and nose.  If you've taken a good drag, it will
usually take at least 4 breaths to finish exhaling, but if you're smoking a
stronger cigarette and suck real hard on the filter, I can make my exhale last
through 6 breaths.  I can mesmerize Scott with this technique and, the thing
of it is, after you get good at it, this technique is so easy and nice, I use
it even when I'm all alone."

   There was a pause on the line and I assumed the girls were taking drags off
their cigarettes.  I heard a delicate little cough and then Heather started up
again, "Let's see, there's one more technique that I can think of.  Well
really it's a bunch of techniques or style things.  If you do them right, you
can make sure that old Jim never looks at another woman and gives only you his
undivided attention."

   "Well don't just stop there, tell me."  Jill begged impatiently.

   Heather paused to take another drag and then said, "Ok, here's the deal.  A
cigarette is actually one of the most powerful flirting tools that a girl can
use.  Let's say you're at a nice restaurant.  You're wearing a sexy little low
cut dress.  Jim should be paying attention to your boobs, but you sense his
attention beginning to wander.  That's your cue to ask him for a light, then
do a double pump and end it by staring in his eyes as you exhale the smoke
downward, in the direction of your cleavage.  You do that and you've just
reeled him right back in.  He won't be paying attention to anyone but you.
Basically, you ought to be able to determine where he pays attention simply by
how and where you exhale.  Another thing is, when your sitting across from
him, don't ever hold the cigarette away from your body.  Hold it close to your
face.  If you're leaning on your elbows, then it's easy, but even if you're
sitting back, or standing up, get comfortable holding the cigarette no more
than six inches from your mouth.  He'll never know when you're going to hit it
and it will be impossible for him to look away from you until you do take that
next drag.  If you hold the cigarette away from your face, he can look away
from you because he'll know that you'll be giving him a big clue that you're
ready for another drag when you begin to move your arm."

   Jill replied, "God, all this just amazes me."

   Heather volunteered, "Smoking is only amazing if you do it right.  That
reminds me, I never answered your question about when do you use these
techniques.  The answer is, all the time.  And, not just all the time that
you're smoking with Jim.  Here's the deal, for the next few days, you want to
practice all of these techniques with every cigarette that you smoke.  You
want to get so good at each technique that they become second nature.
Eventually, these techniques become such an ingrained part of your smoking
style, you end up doing them without even thinking about them.  Then, when
you're smoking around Jim, or whomever, the techniques will feel perfectly
natural to you but more importantly, they'll LOOK perfectly natural to Jim.
Remember, if Jim's like most guys, visual things will turn him on first.  Now
for the next few days, don't tell him that you're practicing, but when you are
practicing, pay attention to which techniques really seem to grab hold of
him."

   "Oh Heather, am I glad I talked to you."  Jill said sincerely.

   "Well baby sister, I'm glad you called.  I just gave you a half hour of
smoking lessons that took me years to learn.  So tell me, are you still going
to quit in two weeks?"  Heather asked wishfully.

   "Yea.  I'm still planning on it.  But, I'm going to have a whole lot of fun
with my smoking before I quit.  Anyway, I really miss you and Scott and the
kids.  Would you mind if Jim and I come to visit you guys for a long weekend?"
Jill asked.

   "Absolutely not.  Just name the weekend.  We'd love to have you.  You know
Jill darling, all this talk about sexy smoking makes me want to go wake Scott
up."  Heather said with a mischievous tone to her voice.

   "Ok big sister.  You go right ahead.  Bye.  Love ya."

   "Bye little sis.  Love ya too."

   I waited until I was sure that both girls had hung up before I hung my
phone up.  Then I finally sat back and lit a cigarette of my own.  I thought
about everything that I had just heard and I realized that Heather had just
done me a tremendous service.  She couldn't have portrayed smoking in any more
positive light and her comments held much more credibility with Jill than any
that I could possibly make over the next two weeks.  And, the best thing was
that in a half-hour conversation, she had taught Jill style and smoking
techniques that I wouldn't even have thought to teach her.  I would have just
hoped that she would have developed them over maybe a year's time.  I silently
thanked Heather and made a mental note that if the right moment ever arose, I
would thank her personally.

   By the time I finished my Marlboro, my dick had shrunk back to it's normal
size and I decided it was time to call it a night.  I changed into my terry
cloth robe and nothing else and wandered out to the kitchen.  Jill was taking
her glass and ashtray over to the sink.  "Hi baby.  I heard voices earlier.
Were you on the phone?"  I asked.

   "Yea.  I was talking to Heather."  Jill replied.

   "Well how are Heather and Scott and the kids?"  I asked.

   "Everybody's just doing fine.  You know what Jim?  I really miss Heather.
Do you think we could go visit them for a long weekend soon?  She wondered.

   "That sounds like a great idea.  But remember that I'm out of town on
Friday and Saturday in 3 weeks.  Why don't you plan to visit her when I'm
gone."  I advised.

   "I had forgotten all about that.  Yea, that's what I'll do."  She decided.

   "Good, let's go to bed Jill.  I'm absolutely exhausted."  I said, changing
the subject.

   "I tell you what, why don't you just read the paper for a couple minutes
and let me wash up these few pans and dishes."  She asked.

   "Ok.  That's cool."  I replied and then sat down at the dining room table.
I was in my normal chair which just happened to give me a perfect view of Jill
standing at the kitchen sink.  The ceiling light was above and behind her and
from where I sat, her gorgeous, naked body was perfectly silhouetted under the
chiffon robe.  She finished placing the dishes into the sink and then ran the
water over them.  While she was waiting for the sudsy water to fill, she
tapped out a cigarette and lit it.  She practiced a fairly weak double pump
and then stuck the cigarette in her mouth, taking an extra second to make sure
that it was properly positioned in the middle of her mouth.  Then, she reached
over to turn off the water.  With the cigarette dangling loosely from her
lips, she started washing the dishes with both hands.  I couldn't wait to see
her take the first drag off the cigarette and she kept me in suspense for at
least 10 seconds.  Finally, I saw the cigarette bounce up to a 90 degree angle
from her face and she did a nice long cheek hallowing drag.  She stopped her
dish washing for a second while she inhaled deeply and then she resumed
scrubbing a pan.  Moments later, fairly dense streams of smoke began pouring
out of her nose and mouth from around the cigarette.  She seemed to ignore
this and continued to work on the pan.  Faint wisps of smoke continued to flow
out of her mouth with every breath that she took.  The fact that she was
partially breathing through the cigarette didn't seem to faze her a bit.  When
she was finally satisfied that the pan was clean, she rinsed it and then
paused to suck down another good drag.  She inhaled and before she even began
her major exhale, she started scrubbing another pan.

   I knew exactly what she was doing.  Yet, I couldn't take my eyes off her.
The way the smoke was flowing out of her nose and mouth and the way that it
was swirling constantly around her head, the way her breasts were jiggling
with every scrubbing motion that she made, was driving me nuts.  God she
looked so absolutely sexy.  I had seen her scrub dishes in the nude before and
this was definitely more interesting.  She didn't take her next hit off the
cigarette until she was finished with another pan.  She paused, sucked hard on
the cigarette, inhaled nicely, then before she exhaled, she began to dry her
hands.  Once her hands were dry, she had already exhaled one nice dense stream
of smoke.  She grabbed the cigarette from her mouth, flicked the ash off and
immediately took another nice sized drag, almost executing a double pump.
Jill paused for a few more seconds and kind of stared blankly into space while
she waited for her lungs to clear, then she did a perfect double pump and set
her half smoked cigarette in the ashtray.  After holding her second inhale
about 3 seconds, she exhaled a strong, dense cloud, took a breath and then
exhaled another slightly less dense smoke cloud.  She then resumed doing the
dishes with the smoldering cigarette still in the ashtray.  Apparently, she
decided she just couldn't do another dangle, which was understandable, since
she had just given her, still relatively virgin, lungs a pretty intense
workout.

   I stared at her and waited about another minute, until I was pretty sure
she was on her last couple dishes, then I got up and walked into the kitchen.
I stood directly behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist and snuggled my
face against her neck.  Then, I whispered, "Jill.  I tried to read the paper,
but you looked so incredibly sexy doing the dishes, I just couldn't keep my
eyes off you.  I know I said I was tired, but I'm not THAT tired."  By the
time I had finished whispering, both my hands were cupped over her delicious,
meaty tits, giving them a nice tender massage.  I purposely never mentioned
her dangle smoking because I wanted to reinforce in her mind that she had just
sent me a subliminal message that I didn't recognize, but couldn't ignore.

   Jill was still wiping off the last dish in the sink when she replied, "Oh
baby.  You're so sweet.  I'm glad you're not too tired because, well, because
I don't really want to go right to sleep."

   I continued to nibble on her neck and fondle her tits, making sure to
occasionally stroke her stiffening nipples, while she dried off her hands.
Then she reached for her cigarette.  Even though it had burned down to a
little less than an inch from the filter, she did a surprisingly nice double
pump.  Held the inhale for about 4 seconds and then exhaled a long and
wonderfully dense stream of smoke toward the ceiling.  Then, she crushed the
cigarette out in the ashtray.  Once the but was extinguished, she rotated in
my arms and our lips locked together.  She thrust her tongue deep into my
mouth.  The fresh taste of smoke was strong and succulent on her breath.  Her
breathing was shallow and rapid and I knew she was getting extremely horny.

   Five minutes later, she was riding my cock like we were making love for the
very first time and fifteen minutes after that, we were relaxing in each
others arms, enjoying the obligatory post-sex cigarettes.

Chapter 8  (Part 2)

   Over the next three days I consciously noticed Jill practicing all the
smoking techniques that Heather had taught her.  My strategy was too never
actually comment on her smoking technique, rather, I gave her the kind of
attention and visual response that she wanted from each technique.  She
quickly got good at double pumps and breathing exhales.  She was awkward with
talking exhales, but that's probably because she had the fewest opportunities
to practice those.  The fact that her cigarettes were 120's, made it easier
for her to learn the dangle, since the burning end of the cigarette was
farther from her eyes and within a few days, she had this technique down pat.

   On both Saturday and Sunday nights we met friends for dinner and drinks.
By then, Jill was polished enough with her smoking techniques so that she no
longer looked like an amateur.  There were at least two other women that
smoked in both of the groups that we had met for dinner and after they got
over the shock of learning that Jill had taken up the habit, they graciously
welcomed Jill into their smoking sisterhood, as I knew they would.

   One of the things that I personally got out of eavesdropping on Jill's
conversation with Heather was I became much more aware of the subtle
differences in smoking styles that different women used.  The vast number of
differences was amazing.  The contrasts between teenage girls just starting
out with their smoking versus the polished veterans in their late twenties,
was most obvious.  Another interesting thing that I noticed was some women,
even after they had smoked for years, never developed their styles past the
novice level.  I wasn't sure why this phenomenon occurred.  Maybe these women
had subconsciously never accepted the fact that they were now smokers and they
only continued with the habit because of their peer group.  A couple of the
women that we were with on Saturday and Sunday nights fell into this group.
But, there were also a couple of our friends that were on the other end of the
spectrum.  These women oozed confidence.  They weren't smoking because they
needed to or wanted to.  They smoked because they loved it and it showed in
their smoking styles.  Thanks to Heather's phone seminar, Jill was rapidly
transitioning into the group that loved smoking and I loved her more for it.

   Over the next week, Jill easily maintained the pack and a half level that
was part of our deal and I was quickly getting to the point where I had a full
cup of coffee next to me at all times.  And, I've got to be honest, I was
thoroughly enjoying the coffee.  It was a bit of a nuisance having to pee
about twice as often as I used to, but the caffeine definitely kept my energy
up throughout the day.

   By the middle of the second week, Jill's smoking techniques had improved to
the point where they were becoming a very natural part of her smoking habit.
When she did her double pumps or her talking exhales, it no longer looked like
she had planned any of these actions.  And, most of the time, when she was
smoking, she had a calm, contented look on her face that indicated that she
was thoroughly enjoying each cigarette.  At the end of each day, one of my
little chores was to empty the ashtrays.  I noticed that Jill's cigarette buts
were always smoked down to about a half inch above the filter, so I knew that
she was enjoying the last drags on each cigarette just as much as the first.

   On Wednesday afternoon, I was sitting at my desk thinking about how these
two weeks were progressing.  "God, I didn't want this to end."  I thought.

   An idea suddenly popped into my head.  I grabbed the newspaper and flipped
to the movie guide.  There was a chick flick that I knew Jill wanted to see
and based on the spacing between show times, I figured it was at least 2 hours
long.  This was perfect.  I figured we'd be stuck in a no smoking situation
for about two and a half hours.  This would give me an opportunity to
determine just how strong Jill's habit had become in less than two weeks.
What I hoped for was that Jill would be reaching for her cigarettes the second
the movie had ended.  What I got was even better than that.

   That night, when we left for the theatre, it was still about 85 degrees out
and Jill decided to wear a tube top and khaki shorts.  We took our seats right
at 8:00.  By the time the previews started up at 8:10, the theatre was only
about a third full.  The previews finished running, about 8:30 and by that
time, we had almost finished our popcorn and drinks.  An hour into the movie,
I thought the film was just ok, but Jill was really getting into it.  Then she
leaned into me and said, "Jimmy, put your arm around me.  I'm a little cold
with this air conditioning.  I draped my right arm over her shoulder and she
snuggled against me.  About five minutes later, I nonchalantly started to rub
my index finger across the top seam of her tube top.  Five minutes after that,
I slid my finger under the seam and gently rubbed the top of her right tit.  I
couldn't quite reach her nipple, but, when I glanced down at her chest, her
nipple was hard as a rock.  I figured that she was either enjoying my little
fondling, or she was just cold.  What I think actually occurred was that I had
broken her concentration on the movie and now she was thinking about other
things.

   At 10:00, I estimated that there was about 45 more minutes remaining in the
movie.  Jill looked up at me and said, "Baby.  I got to go to the Ladies Room.
Can you pay close attention until I get back and tell me if I've missed
anything?"

   I replied, "Absolutely Hon.  Take your time."

   She grabbed her purse and slipped out of the aisle.  I figured she be back
in 3 or 4 minutes.  Instead, she was gone for over 10 minutes.  When she
finally returned, she resumed her position under my arm and asked, "Did I miss
anything?"

   The smell of fresh cigarette smoke was strong on her breath and I was
thrilled.  I filled her in on a couple scenes that she had missed, then I
asked, "Jill, did you just smoke a cigarette in the bathroom?"

   She answered, "Actually, I smoked 2.  You don't mind do you Baby?"

   I replied, "No, I don't mind.  But you know that's illegal.  I think the
ticket is about $500 for smoking in a designated "NO SMOKING" area."

   She gave me a shocked look and said, "Are you serious?  God, I never knew.
I mean I saw the little sign, but when I walked through the door I smelled
smoke, so I figured it was ok."

   I said, "Yea I'm serious.  I guess you lucked out, but, you're going to
have to be a little more careful in the future."

   We watched the rest of the movie, but all I could think about was how
wonderfully strong Jill's habit had become in less than two weeks.  As soon as
the credits popped up on the screen, Jill fished a cigarette out of her purse
and held the unlit Capri between her fingers as we walked out of the theatre.
The second we stepped out of the door, she asked for a light and I instantly
obliged her.  I was now pretty darn confident that we wouldn't be quitting our
habits on Sunday.


Chapter 9  (Part 2)

   We woke up on Saturday morning around 10:00.  I was elected to go brew the
coffee and get the cigarettes.  When I opened the refrigerator, Jill and I
both had two full packs remaining and I grabbed one of each.  We spent the
next two hours enjoying ourselves in bed.  First we had a cup of coffee,
smoked a couple of cigarettes, then we took turns doing a little oral sex on
each other.  Then, we had another cup of coffee, smoked a couple more
cigarettes and made love.  First I was on top, then Jill was on top, then she
stood on the floor and leaned over the bed and we finished with a little
doggie style.  We smoked another cigarette, then we took a shower together.
It was about 12:30 before we finally started the day and I thought, "Wouldn't
it be perfect if every day started like this one?"

   Saturday afternoon we did our errands and cleaned the apartment, then we
met a bunch of friends at Wrigley Field for a rare Cubs night game.  We had a
blast and didn't get back from the bars until after 1:30.  Despite the fact
that we were both a little tipsy, Jill and I managed to hang in there for a
good half hour of old fashioned, bed creaking sex.  Afterward, we sat back
against the headboard, exhausted, but not too exhausted to enjoy one last
cigarette for the day.  After we crushed out our smokes, I looked at Jill and
said, "You know what today is?"

   She replied, "Yep.  It's Sunday.  Quitting day."

   I asked, "Well, are your ready?"

   She answered quickly, "Yes I am.  How about you?"

   I answered just as quickly, "If you're ready, I'm ready."

   Then we had a little ceremony.  We each crushed the last cigarettes that
remained in our packs.  I crushed 3 Marlboro's and Jill only had 2 Capri's
left in her pack.  I was convinced that Jill was sincere in assuming that we
were quitting at that moment, but, even as we were doing the pack crushing, I
was thinking to myself, "She's just smoked 2 full packs today and loved every
cigarette.  We'll be smoking and drinking coffee again in no time."

   On Sunday morning we didn't wake up until around 11:00.  The fact that we
had slept so long helped eliminate the hangovers that we would have had on a
normal weekday morning.  As we always did on the weekends, we started the day
with a very nice, unrushed and tender fuck.  But, when we were done, we both
relaxed in each other's arms and I think it occurred to both of us
simultaneously that something was missing.  Neither of us spoke about it, but
we both sensed it.  We got up around noon and showered, but we didn't bother
to get dressed.  We made a nice breakfast and after we were done eating, Jill
was the first one to actually broach the subject.  "Jim, you know what would
taste real good right now?"

   I paused for fake emphasis, "Oh let me guess?  A nice big, hot, tasty cup
of coffee and an equally tasty Capri Menthol 120?"

   "Yea that's exactly what I was thinking."  She replied in an almost
apologetic tone.

   I just nodded my head in agreement and then she added, "You know Jim, two
weeks ago I never would have guessed how much I was going to enjoy the
combination of cigarettes and coffee."

   I chimed in, "Yea, I know.  I'm in the same boat.  I already knew how nice
a good cigarette makes you feel, but I never thought that I would enjoy the
coffee as much as I did."

   Jill continued, "Well Darling, I hope you don't get mad at me over what I'm
about to say, but, well, uh, well I think we should still quit, but maybe it's
not the best idea to just stop cold turkey with both habits.  I mean, I still
want to quit, but maybe we should quit gradually.  That way it would be less
of a shock to our systems."  She finished saying as she was looking hopefully
into my eyes.

   I stared at her for about 10 seconds as if I was shocked by what she just
said.  "Well Jill, it will be easier to quit gradually.  I'll be honest with
you.  I wasn't looking forward to just, all of a sudden, stopping.  But, as
long as we're both on the same program, I guess we'll be keeping to our
bargain.  I guess what I'm saying is, I'm certainly not upset with you, I just
didn't expect a middle ground.  I figured we were in an "All or nothing" deal.
So how do you see this whole "Gradual" thing working?"

   She answered quickly, "Why don't we cut back to a pack of cigarettes a day
and maybe 6 cups of coffee for the first week, then a half pack and four cups
in week two.  By the end of 3 to 4 weeks, we should be able to easily quit.
What do you think?"

   "Let's give it a try."  I said confidently.

   "Good.  Let's get dressed and go do our grocery shopping."  Jill suggested.

   My beautiful lover was in such a hurry to get to the store, she didn't even
bother to fill out a list.  She threw on a pair of yellow short shorts and a
thin white cotton halter top.  It was a simple outfit, but she looked so sexy
in it.

   Jill's car was parked closest to the door, so we decided to take it to the
Jewel, which was about 5 miles from our building.  When we got to the store,
our shopping took a little longer than normal, since we had no list.  When we
got to the cigarette counter, Jill asked for cartons of Marlboro's and Capri's
and then we turned our cart into the coffee aisle.  Jill was like a kid in a
candy store.  She picked out bags of Dark French Roast, 100% Columbian and
then she asked me if I wanted to try some Irish Cream Roast.  I said, "Why
not?"  So we bought all three.

   When we finally got to the frozen food aisles, Jill's nipples became
predictably hard and halfway down the first aisle, she raised her forearms up
to her tits and pressed them tightly against her 3/4 inch nubs, giving them a
little rub in the process.  I laughed, "There you go my dear with the "Super
Market Cover-up".  But I must admit, you executed it perfectly."

   She shot back, "Oh shut up you pervert.  Maybe if you were a girl you'd
know how it feels to have your nipples frozen off."

   "Easy, easy my Dear.  I'm only kidding with you."  I said in defense.

   Jill gave me a devilish look and said, "Keep it up and I might just have to
start wearing bras again."

   We paid for our groceries and I began to navigate our overflowing cart
through the busy parking lot.  What happened next made me extremely happy.  We
had put maybe four bags into the trunk when Jill came across the bag that had
the cartons of cigarettes in it.  She reached in, popped open her carton of
Capri's and placed a pack in her purse.  She did the same with the carton of
Marlboro's and handed me a pack.  When we finished loading all the bags into
the trunk, she slid behind the wheel, but before she even started the car, she
pulled out her pack of cigarettes, peeled off the cellophane wrapping and
tapped out a cigarette.  I did the same with my pack, but with a little less
sense of urgency.  Jill stuck her cigarette in her mouth and pushed in the
dashboard lighter.  Then, she began impatiently banging her hand on the gear
shifter, waiting for the lighter to pop out.  I was ready with a cigarette of
my own, but I was more intent on watching Jill.  Finally, the lighter popped
out and Jill's hand was actually shaking a little as she raised the hots to
the end of her cigarette.  She took a small drag to get her Capri lit, then
handed me the lighter.  Before I lit my own cigarette, I wanted to see what
she did next.  As soon as I had grabbed the lighter from her, she took the
strongest drag that I think I had seen her take up until that time.  She
sucked all of the delicious smoke deep into her smoke deprived lungs, held the
inhale for about three seconds, then took another monster drag.  When she
finally exhaled, the whole car instantly seemed to fill with smoke.

   I finally lit my cigarette and placed the lighter back in the dash.  Before
taking another drag, Jill started the car and opened the windows to clear all
the smoke.  As soon as the windows were opened, but before she had finished
exhaling all the smoke from her double pump, she stuck the cigarette in the
side of her mouth, pulled on it real hard and inhaled deeply.  Then, she put
the car in gear and we began to drive back home.  Jill let the cigarette
dangle from her lips almost all the way home, only pulling it out her mouth
twice to flick the ashes out the window.  Her nipples were, once again, hard
as a rock and, the air conditioning wasn't even on.  She was obviously
receiving great pleasure from this cigarette.  I enjoyed smoking my cigarette
in silence.  I was content to just sit back and watch Jill smoke hers.

   It occurred to me that in just two short weeks, Jill had gone from enjoying
smoking, to wanting to smoke and now, actually needing to smoke.  Quite
frankly, I couldn't have been more delighted.

   That night we were snuggled up together in front of the TV around 10:00.
Jill had just lit a fresh cigarette and I whispered into her ear, "Darling,
let's try something new."

   "What do you have in mind Honey?"  She asked.

   "Let's try a smoky kiss."  I answered.

   "How do you do that?"  She questioned.

   I replied, "You do a nice double pump and after your second inhale, but
before you exhale, we'll kiss.  I'll breath in your smoke, then you'll breath
in mine."

   Jill sat up so that we were in a better kissing position and said, "Ok.
Let's try it."

   She executed an awesome double pump and then we pressed our lips together
in a real wet and passionate kiss.  Our tongues darted back and forth and I
noticed Jill's breathing becoming deeper and louder.  A minute into the kiss,
Jill wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and pressed her lips evfen harder
against mine.  After another minute Jill was almost panting as if we were in
the middle of making love.  We finely broke off the kiss and Jill murmured,
"Jimmy, Oh I liked that.  No offense Baby, but I think that's the most sensual
kiss I've ever had.  Can we do another?"

   I agreed with her and said I'd love another.

   By now the cigarette that she still held in her hand had an ash on it that
was over an inch long.  Jill flicked it off, took a very long, cheek hallowing
drag, inhaled as deeply as she could, then let a little smoke escape from her
mouth and immediately sucked down another strong drag.  This time, before we
kissed and while she was still holding in her inhale, she placed the cigarette
in the ashtray next to the couch.  The passion level of our second smoky kiss
grew even more rapidly than the first.  Within a few seconds we were both
breathing hard, frantically sharing the delicious smoke.  I quickly worked my
right hand up under her shirt and I could feel her heart beating rapidly as I
roughly squeezed her soft, succulent tits.  After about three minutes, we
finally broke off this kiss and Jill said between breaths, "My God that was
fabulous.  But I don't think I can handle another one.  Jimmy, if you don't
fuck me right now, I think I'm going to die."

   I replied just as breathlessly, "Then fucking is exactly what we must do."

   We each took one last drag off of the cigarette that still burned in the
ashtray and moments later we were back in the bedroom banging each other as if
our life depended on it.

Chapter 10  (Part 2)

   Jill and I actually did a pretty good job of cutting back during the early
part of the week.  While packing for my trip on Friday morning, I grabbed 3
packs of Marlboro's out of the fridge.  That left 2 packs in my carton.  I
noticed that there were also 5 packs left in Jill's carton, but, I remembered
her opening a fresh pack just before we went to bed last night.  So basically,
Monday through Thursday, she had averaged about a pack a day.  My limo to the
airport showed up while Jill was still in the shower, so I gave her a quick
kiss as she stuck her head out from around the shower curtain and then I left.
Her plan was to rush home after work that evening, pack quickly and try to get
down to Peoria by 9:00pm.  She wanted to get to Scott and Heather's before the
babies went to bed.

   My two days worth of meetings went exactly according to plan.  This was a
good thing because I can handle client emergencies when I'm close to my
resources at the office.  I hate being blindsided when I'm on the road.  My
plane touched down at O'Hare at 9:00 and by 10:30, I was in our apartment,
enjoying a martini and a cigarette.  I was glad that I had left the two pack
of Marlboro's in the fridge because I had run out on my way to the airport.
These packs would tide me over until I could do the shopping tomorrow.

   For the next hour, I just relaxed.  I smoked a couple more cigarettes, had
another drink and read the mail.  By 11:30 I was feeling lonely and a little
sleepy, so I stripped off my cloths, washed up and crawled into bed.  I
flicked on the TV and started watching Saturday Night Live.  I had just lit a
cigarette when the phone rang.  I muted the sound on the TV and answered the
phone.

   "Hi Baby, It's me.  You weren't sleeping were you?"  I heard on the other
line.

   "No Honey.  I'm just sitting in bed watching TV.  Jill Baby, I'm so glad
you called.  I miss you.  How are you doing?  Are you having fun?"  I rambled.

   "Oh yea.  I'm having the best time and I'm so glad you're not asleep yet
because I've been laying here for the past half hour and I couldn't fall
asleep.  I miss you too.  How were your meetings?"  She replied.

   "The meetings were, you know, boring, but beneficial.  Just the way I like
them.  Hey, I'm not sleepy either, can we talk for awhile?" I asked.

   "Sure.  Heather and Scott went to bed when I did, so we can talk all night
if you want."  She answered.

   "All right.  Tell me everything that you've done since you got there."  I
prompted.

   "Ok.  Let's see.  I made it home from work by 6:00 and changed and packed
and I was back out the door by about 6:30.  Traffic out of Chicago was
terrible and I didn't get to Heather's until right around 9:00.  So, I guess I
wasn't late, but it seemed like it took forever to get there.  Anyway, the
kids were both up.  And, let me tell you, her oldest, Jenny, is just as cute
as could be.  She was so excited to see me.  She kept calling me Aunt Jilly.
I brought her a new baby doll, which she fell in love with.  She named the
doll Jilly and carried it off to bed with her."

   Jill paused at this point and I'll guess she was lighting a cigarette, so I
lit one of my own.  Then she continued.  "And little Justin is getting so big.
He's walking all over the place now and he kept coming up to me, wanting me to
hold him.  But, then he'd jump back down and run around for a few minutes
before he'd come back.  Oh, and I've got to tell you, the most embarrassing
thing happened."

   "What was that Baby?"  I was barely able to get my question in while Jill
must have been dragging on her cigarette.

   "Well when I was back home, getting changed and packed, I had taken off my
bra.  I was hot and sweaty and, well, my bra straps had been cutting into my
shoulders all day.  Well, anyway, It was such a relief to get the bra off, I
didn't put another one back on right away.  I cooled off while I packed in the
nude and the air conditioning felt wonderful."  She paused.

   I said, "Go on.  This sounds kind of interesting."

   "Well I was in such a rush and I had just finished packing when I looked at
the clock and it was already 6:30.  So, I threw on my pair of khaki shorts and
my light blue crop top.  You know, the one with the deep V neck that fits me
real loose?"  She asked.

   "Yea.  I know the top.  I'm imagining you in it right now."  I answered.

   "Good.  Well, anyway, I got to Heather's and, as I said, little Justin kept
jumping in my arms.  Well after about 20 minutes of this game, he suddenly
grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted it up, totally baring my tits.  I
was sitting on the couch next to Heather and Scott was sitting in the recliner
across from me.  He was laughing loudly and Heather scolded Justin.  As soon
as I could get the little monster away from me, I yanked my shirt back down.
But, I was totally embarrassed.  Heather scolded Justin, but, because Scott
was laughing so hard, Justin thought it was a fun game.  So over the next five
minutes, he did it two more times before I could finally get away from the
little monster."  Jill said excitedly and then paused to take a drag on her
cigarette.

   I was laughing.  "That must have been hilarious."

   "I didn't think so.  Anyway, Heather finally scooped up both kids and took
them to bed.  As soon as she left the room Scott started joking with me.
"Looks like my little man is going to be a boob man, just like his father." He
said.  I just laughed back and said, "Yea, I think so."  Then, Scott finished
the joke by adding, "I think he must still have fond memories of when Heather
was nursing him."  I just nervously laughed and lit a cigarette."  She said,
pausing again.

   "So what happened next?"  I asked.

   "Well, thank God Scott changed the subject and said, "I see you've followed
in your sister's foot steps and taken up smoking."  I said "Yea, but I'll be
quitting in a couple weeks."  Then he said, "Well smoking looks good on you."
I'm not exactly sure what he meant by that, but I knew it was a compliment, so
I thanked him and said, "I do enjoy them, but I'm still going to quit."  Then
Heather walked back into the room and before she even sat down she said,
"Looks like Aunty Jilly forgot to wear her bra."  Now I was embarrassed all
over again and I said, "Yea.  I'm sorry.  I was so rushed, I just forgot to
put one on."  Scott piped in and said, "Jill, you've got nothing to be sorry
for.  Both Justin and I are glad you forgot to put one on."  Heather cut him
off and said, "Scott, that's enough of that.  But, little Sis, what gives.
You always used to be miss conservative.  I can't believe that you're now
running around without a bra on."  I said, "Heather, I still wear bras to
work, but honestly, it's been years since I've been able to find a bra that's
comfortable."  Heather responded, "I can certainly relate to that."  I stood
up and said, "Look, I'm going to go put a bra on.  I'll be back in a minute."
While she finished saying that, I was laughing on the other end of the line.

   I thought she was finished with her story but, she continued.  "So I walked
back to the guest room and rifled through my entire suitcase and finally
realized that I had forgot to pack any bras.  In fact, I didn't pack any
underwear at all.  So, after a minute or so, I walked back into the living
room and sheepishly told Heather and Scott of my predicament.  This time they
were cool about it and didn't embarrass me any more.  So we sat down and ate a
nice light late dinner.  Heather made a marvelous Caesar salad with cheesy
breadsticks and olive oil for dipping.  It was delicious.  We just sat at the
dining room table and laughed and ate and we also killed two bottles of really
nice red wine.  I think we finally went to bed around 12:30, but I didn't fall
asleep until after 1:00."

   "Wow Jill, that surprises me.  Usually you fall asleep instantly,
especially after you've had some wine."  I wondered.

   "Yea, I know.  But, well, Heather and Scott's room is right next to this
one and the walls are kind of thin.  And, boy did they go at it hot and heavy
last night."  She said.

   "You mean they were fighting?"  I questioned.

   "Oh No, no, no.  They were having a whole lot of fun.  And, I pretty much
could hear everything."

   I replied with surprise.  "Wow!  So how long did they go at it?"

   "Well Baby, like I said, I finally fell asleep at 1:00, but their bed was
still squeaking and Heather was still moaning and gasping."  She answered
matter-of-factly.

   "Oh Darling, that must have been terribly distracting."  I sympathized.

   "You Know Jim, It kept me awake, but, I think it's kind of nice.  I mean in
this day and age where most marriages seem to end in divorce, it's nice to be
around a couple that's got two kids and been married for 6 years, and they
still can't keep their hands off each other.  In fact, I woke up to go to the
bathroom this morning and they were back at it again.  That's exactly how I
want my marriage to be, that is, if I ever get married."  Her tone changed to
playful at the end of her response.

   I responded accordingly, "Ok Jill, I mean Aunt Jilly, I get the message and
I think it's time to change the subject.  Ok, now tell me what you did the
rest of today."

   "Ok, let me put my cigarette out first."  There was a longer pause and my
guess is she was finishing the cigarette with a nice double pump, then she
launched into her story.  "Let's see, the kids finally woke me up around 9:45.
I played with them in bed for about 15 minutes, then I took a shower and by
10:30, we were sitting down to a nice bacon and egg breakfast that Scott had
whipped up.  As my bad luck would have it, the only pants that I had with me
were the khaki shorts that I had worn the night before.  The only other things
I packed were a bunch of t-shirts, my new swimsuit and 3 skirts.  So, I put on
my denim skirt because it was the longest and then, I put on my pink
sleeveless Tee.  I figured it was plain and high collared so that maybe I
wouldn't be attracting too much attention to my tits.  Anyway, I made sure I
kept my legs crossed whenever I was sitting because, you know, I didn't want
anyone to know that I was, shall we say, bare bottomed."

   "Good call dear.  Go on."  I interrupted.

   Jill continued, "Well, Heather and I went out to lunch and then some
serious power shopping and we had a ball.  It was so much fun being with just
my sister.  Don't take this the wrong way, but it was nice not having you men
or the kids around."

   "Hey, Jill Baby, no offense taken.  I completely understand."  I assured
her.

   She went on.  "Yea, the only drawback on the whole day was that Heather
probably joked with me 3 or 4 different times about the fact that I wasn't
wearing a bra.  God, I will never make the same mistake again.  I'm going to
make sure that I pack all my bras whenever I visit her again."

   "So what did you buy?"  I asked.

   "Oh let's see, a couple work blouses and then a little something that's a
surprise for you.  And, let's just leave it at that."  There was a slight
devilish tone to her voice.

   I replied, "Oooohhh Baby, I can't wait."

   She shot back, "Well you'll just have to.  Anyway, we got back home around
6:00 and over drinks, Scott informed us that he had made reservations at his
favorite restaurant in town for 8:00.  The name of the place was Carlo's,
Italian Chop House.  It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't packed any
dressy dinner cloths and I asked Heather if this was a dressy place.  She
said, "Absolutely."  So, I told her about my situation and she said, "No
problem.  I'm sure we can find you the perfect dress in my closet."  I got to
tell you, it only took about 2 minutes to find something because, well, you
know how my closet is all full of work suits and dresses?  Well let me tell
you, her closet was totally full of cocktail dresses and sophisticated party
cloths.  Heather suggested that I wear a jet black, silk halter dress and it
was so beautiful, I agreed on the spot.  Even though she's a couple inches
shorter than me, we wear the same shoe size and she found me a perfect pair of
4 inch black pumps."

   "Ok, so how'd the meal go?"  I asked, more or less just to show her that I
was still paying attention.

   "Ok, so we finished our drinks around 7:00 and the three of us went back to
our rooms to change.  The dress really fit me nice and tight from the waist
up, but I knew the silky material was really going to highlight my bouncing
boobs when I walked and I hoped that Heather and Scott wouldn't make a big
deal about it.  Now, the skirt was obviously cut for Heather's figure because
it was a little short on me but, I figured I could manage.

   Scott must have gotten dressed quickly, because when I was finished
dressing, I walked into the living room.  Jenny was watching a Disney video
and Justin was playing quietly in his playpen.  I asked Jenny where her Daddy
was and she said he left to get the sitter.  A couple minutes later, Scott
returned with the sitter.  He gave her the evening instructions and then the
sitter took both the kids down the basement to play.  Not five minutes later,
Heather joined us in the living room and she's wearing a beautiful black
velvet mini-skirt and the most gorgeous shiny, white, silk blouse I've ever
seen.  Did I ever tell you how beautiful my sister is?"

   "Yea Jill, remember, I've seen that picture of her with you from Cancun." I
answered.

   "Oh yea.  That's right.  Anyway, despite the fact that she's married and
has two kids, if it wasn't for the fact that her big boobs droop half way to
her waist, I think she would be beautiful enough to be a Centerfold."

   At that point I cut her off.  "Jill, I want to set the record straight.
First, I think you're beautiful enough to be a Centerfold."

   "Thanks Baby.  That's sweet."  She replied.

   I continued.  "Second, there's a whole slew of men's magazines that would
kill to have Heather be their centerfold."

   "You think?"  Jill questioned.

   "Absolutely!  I can think of at least 10 different magazines that cater to
big tit lovers.  Her pair would be perfect for them."  I exclaimed.

   "But they're so droopy.  By the way, you don't read magazines like that, do
you?"  She asked.

   "No Baby.  Now that I've got you, I don't have any reason to.  But hey, I'm
still a tit man and, I have certainly looked at them in the past.  Anyway,
Heather's nice big droopy knockers are so much sexier than the artificially
large and firm fake tits that show up in the more mainstream magazines."  I
replied.

   "Do you think droopy boobs are sexier than perky ones?"  She queried.

   "Of course.  Why do you think I hate bras?"  I answered with a cocky edge
to my voice.

   "Oh yea.  I forgot.  Anyway, this silk blouse she's wearing is simply
stunning.  Only, the thing of it is, it has no buttons and the way that she
tucked it into her skirt created a V-neck opening that went all the way to her
waist.  So it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra."

   She paused to take a breath, so I said, "Jesus, I wish I was there with
you.  You two ladies must have looked spectacular."

   She ignored my comment and continued, "Well let me tell you.  With all the
shit that she had given me about going braless, I lit into her real good.  She
just laughed me off and said, "Look, my baby sister, If you're going to look
that sexy around my man, then, I'm going to make sure that he still only pays
attention to me."  So then we went to dinner and really, we had a very nice
time.  The restaurant was kind of, old- world elegant, but the food was
superb.  The next time we visit them, I want to take you there."

   "So then what did you guys do when you got home?"  I questioned.

   "As I said, we've only been back for about an hour.  Heather and I sat up
and talked while Scott took the babysitter home and when he got back, the two
of them pretty much went straight to bed.  So, I did too.  And, with the way
those two were snuggling in the front seat on the way home from the
restaurant, well let's just say, I'm not surprised they went right to bed."
She said knowingly.

   I then asked, "Well what are they doing now?"

   Jill answered, "Well the shower was running for about 20 minutes and for
the last 10 minutes the bed has been squeaking up a storm, so I guess they're
at it again.  Here, see if you can hear them while I light another cigarette."

   For the next 30 seconds, I tried to hear the background noise, but, it was
impossible.  Then Jill came back on the line.  "Did you hear them?"

   "No Baby.  I tried, but all I could hear was you lighting your cigarette."
I answered.

   "Jimmy, I've been a bad girl."  She said in a little girl voice.

   "What have you done Jill?"  I asked back, playing along.

   "Jimmy, I've been smoking way too many cigarettes this weekend."  She
answered in her baby voice.

   "That's ok Baby.  After all, you've been with Heather all weekend.  Next
week, you can get back on track."  I reassured her.

   She continued to talk in her baby voice, "Honey, you know what the worst
is?"

   "No, what Baby."  I asked back.

   "The worst is sitting here in bed smoking a cigarette, listening to my
sister getting a real nice fuck and wishing you were here to do the same to
me."  She answered.

   "God, I wish I was there to do you too.  My cock is all hard just thinking
about you.  What are you wearing Baby?"  I asked.

   "Nothing."  She answered.

   "Oh fuck.  I'm not wearing anything either.  Are you sitting up against the
headboard?"  I asked.

   "Yeah Baby, I'm slouched on a pillow and the lights are turned down low."

   "Oh Jill, I'd just love it if you were here to stroke my hard cock for me."

   "Ooooohhh Baby.  I'd love to stroke your big hard dick, but I'd like it
stuffed into my hot pussy better."

   "Jill Baby, does that cigarette taste real good?"

   "Oh yea lover.  Almost as good as your cock would taste right now."

   "Jill Baby, leave that cigarette in your mouth and slouch down more in the
bed."

   "Ok lover, but I'm starting to breath kind of hard."

   "Good Baby.  Now suck down hard on that cigarette and pull your heels up so
that they are almost touching your beautiful little pussy."

   "Ok.  Baby.  Fuck this cigarette tastes good."

   "Now Jill, let your knees just fall to your sides.  Are you really opened
up?"

   "Oh God.  Oooo yesss.  God I'm so open.  Oh Jim oooooohh you could be
fucking me so easy Baby."

   "Oh Jill Baby, I'm so thinking about your pussy, so open and inviting.
Keep sucking on that cigarette.  You should see how hard my cock is.  Your
pussy would be so happy if my cock was fucking it."

   "Ok Baby.  Ummmm My nipples are so hard.  Ooooo I want you here to suck on
my nipples."

   "My horny little baby, squeeze your tits and pinch your nipples with your
left hand and rub your pussy with your right hand.  Are you still smoking?"

   "Uh huh.  Ohhhh uuummmm ooohhhh Oh fuuuuck that feels soooo fucking good."

   "Does that wonderful smoke make you feel good?"

   "Oooooo Uh huh.  Oooooohhh shiiiit."

   "Is your pussy hot and wet?"

   "Oh God yeeesssss.  Ohhhh this feels sooo fuuucking goooood."

   "Oh Baby.  You sound so hot.  Keep squeezing those big fat titties and
stick your two middle fingers as far up your pussy as you possibly can."

   "Ok ooooooooooo unnnggghh God I feel a little dizzy.  Oh shit, God damn."

   "What's the matter?"

   "I just ashed all over my tits."

   "That's ok Baby.  Don't worry about it.  Stick the cigarette in the
ashtray."

   "Ok."

   "Now rub your titties and stick your fingers all the way up your pussy.
God Jill, my cock is so close to bursting.  Fuck your pussy hard with your
fingers while I make my cock cum."

   "Oooooooooo Fuuuuccckkkk Ohhh Baby Ohhhh that feels soooooo Aaaggghhh
Ooohhhhh Aaaahhhhhh."

   My cock sprayed two days worth of pent up sperm all over my chest and I'm
assuming that Jill must have fingered herself into a pretty intense orgasm,
since all either of us could do was just breath.

   Though she was still breathing fairly hard, Jill finally broke the silence
after about a minute, "Oh Baby.  I've never done anything like that before.
But, God it was nice."  She said followed by a little cough.

   I said, "Yea Jill Honey.  I loved it.  But, God I made a big mess in our
bed."

   "Oh Sweetie, that's all right.  Oh I'm so glad you came too."  She replied
lovingly.  Then she added, "Looks like I'm going to have to wash Heather's
sheets as well."

   We smoked another cigarette before we finally ended the conversation.  I
glanced at the clock as I hung up the phone and it was already 1:00.  Our
little phone sex marathon had lasted well over an hour, but, God it was worth
every minute.

Chapter 11  (Part 2)

   I didn't get up until after 11:00 the next day.  I ate a little breakfast
and then read the paper until noon.  Then, I made a list for the grocery store
and noticed an empty carton of Capri's in the fridge.  I quickly did the math
and realized that if Jill finished all five packs, plus the one in her purse,
she will have averaged over two packs a day for 3 days.  "This was a very good
sign."  I thought.

   While at the store, I picked up new cartons of cigarettes for both of us.
By 3:00 I was back in the apartment, with the groceries all put away and I
just laid around and watched the Cubs on TV, while I waited for Jill to get
back from her sisters.

   Around a quarter to 5:00, I heard keys being inserted into the door, so I
jumped off the couch to greet my lady.  As soon as she burst through the door,
she dropped her bags and we linked up in a long embrace that included a very
passionate kiss.  "God, I missed you."  She whispered when we broke off our
kiss.

   I whispered back.  "I missed you too Baby.  It was so lonely around here
all day long."

Finally, she started to grab her bags and I said, "Don't bother.  I've just
brewed a fresh pot of coffee so, let's sit at the dining room table and you
can tell me what you did today.  But first, correct me if I'm wrong, but is
that a bra you're wearing?

   She had on some gym shorts and a very loose fitting tank top that showed
off her string bikini top.  "Oh, sorry.  I meant to take this off on the way
home, but honestly, it's a lot more comfortable than my regular bras, so I
didn't think of it."

   By the time she had finished talking, she had undone the strings around her
neck and back and the little garment was sitting on the table.  She plopped
into her favorite chair and I went into the kitchen to get us a couple mugs of
coffee.  By the time I returned, she had fired up a fresh cigarette.  I put
the mugs on the table and said, "Oh that reminds me."

   I quickly retrieved Jill's new carton of Capri's that I had just brought
and walked back into the dining room with it.  "See my love.  I bought you a
present this afternoon."

   "She put her cigarette in the ashtray and hopped out of her chair saying
"Thank you Baby.  You're so sweet.  But, you won't believe this."  She reached
into one of her bags and pulled out whole cartons of both Marlboro's and
Capri's.  Then she added, "I ran out on the way home, so I stopped off at
Walgreen's and figured we'd probably both need more cigarettes.

   I gave her a big hug and said, "How ironic.  But, I'm sure they won't go to
waste."

   We returned to our seats and I lit a fresh cigarette while Jill executed a
near flawless double pump.  She blew a quick, but dense stream of smoke toward
her chest, then she did a perfect talking exhale saying.  "I know Baby.  I
guess our quitting period may take a little longer, but I still want to quit.
You know what happened?"

   "No, tell me."

   "Well, on Saturday morning, when I woke up around 7:00 to take a pee.  I
was almost back to sleep, when I heard Heather in her bathroom.  First I heard
a little coughing, then I heard the toilet flush, but while the toilet was
still running, I heard her coughing a little louder."  She said with a
concerned tone of voice.

   Jill and I both paused to drag on our smokes, then I said, "Well what
happened next?"

   Through another talking exhale Jill replied, "Well she coughed for what was
probably only a minute, but it seemed a lot longer.  Then, I heard water
running in the sink.  A few seconds later, I heard her door open.  Within
maybe five minutes, I was almost back to sleep and then I heard the bed start
up with the squeaking again."

   I tried to make light of Jill's worry saying, "God they must be a couple of
rabbits."

   Jill scolded me.  "Oh stop it.  That's my sister you're talking about.
Anyway, I eventually did go back to sleep.  When I woke up, I didn't even
remember the incident.  But then, it happened again this morning around 7:30."
Jill blew a nice stream of smoke towards her chest which caused me to lose my
train of thought momentarily.  I couldn't help looking at her delectable tits
as they bobbled freely under the thin cotton that barely covered them.

   Finally, I took a drag off my own cigarette and asked, "Did you talk to
Heather about it?"

   "Yea I did."  Jill replied.  Then she continued after taking a quick hit on
her Capri.  "Yea, I asked her about it when we were at the pool.  She said
that sometimes, when she first wakes up, she's kind of congested, usually
after she's smoked a lot of cigarettes the day before.  She said it only
happens maybe three days a week.  So I asked her if Scott was concerned, or if
he even noticed."

   "What did she say to that question?"  I probed.

   "Knowing you, you'll probably get a kick out of this.  Anyway, Heather
said, "Oh he most certainly notices.  In fact, most mornings my little
coughing spell will wake him up.  By the time I'm done clearing my lungs,
he'll be wide awake.  When I step out of the bathroom, naked, with my first
cigarette of the day lit, he's more than ready to get my day off on the right
track."  She responded.

   "Well Jill, it sounds to me like this situation doesn't seem to bother
either one of them."  I said.

   "Yea, you're right Jim.  But, I don't ever want to get to the point where I
have to cough in the mornings before I can start my day.  So, that's why I
still want to quit."  She advised.

   "That's fine with me dear.  Hey, what about that surprise you told me about
last night?"  I asked, changing the subject.  (Incidentally, after the totally
positive smoking weekend that Jill had just had with her sister, and, with two
full cartons of cigarettes in the house, that was the last time Jill ever
mentioned quitting.)

   "Oh, thank you for reminding me.  I almost forgot.  Wait here.  I'll be
right back."  She grabbed her cigarettes and her bags and hustled back to the
bedroom.

   I sat at the dining room table and began waiting impatiently.  I had only
waited for about 3 minutes (the wait seemed like 30) and still no sign of
Jill, so, I fired up another cigarette.  Finally, I heard footsteps from the
hall and seconds later, Jill walked slowly through the living room toward me.
A freshly lit cigarette was dangling from her lips and she was wearing one of
her favorite turtleneck sweaters.  It was light blue and really tight.  Just
before she reached me, I asked, "Ok, what's the surprise?"

   "Look a little closer dear."  She advised, as she was now about three feet
away from me.

   It was obvious that Jill was wearing a bra.  Her boobs were pushed up and
out and the tightness of the sweater made her look even bigger than she was.
But, her nipples were fully erect and poking into the front of the sweater as
if they weren't covered at all.  I said, "Jill. I see that you've put on a
bra.  But what kind of a surprise is that?"

   She sucked down a nice large drag from her cigarette, held the inhale for
about four seconds then did a perfect talking exhale.  "Jim, you silly boy.
This is not just any kind of bra.  Look how my nipples aren't squished by it."
While she talked, she gently pinched her hard little nubs for effect.

   She hit her cigarette one more time before placing it in the ashtray and
then, with her arms at her sides, she slowly spun around, pausing once to give
me an extended profile look.  I loved the way you could clearly see her nipple
erection, despite the fact that her tits were held in artificial suspension.
When she had finished her rotation, she grabbed the bottom hem of the sweater
and with one fluid motion, she whisked the sweater over her head.  I
immediately got my first ever, up close and personal, look at a bright pink,
half cup bra.

   "What do you think?"  She asked anxiously.

   "You know Jill, it's not that bad for a bra."  I paused to drag on my
cigarette.  While I did that, Jill bent over to retrieve her cigarette from
the ashtray and I caught a fleeting glimpse of her tits pulling away from the
half cups.

   When she straightened back up she stuck the cigarette back in her mouth and
resumed her dangle.  Her tits, once again, nestled gently in the little half
cups.  Then she said, "Look how the little cups hold my tits up, while
stopping just short of my nipple."  She demonstrated the garment with both
hands as if she were modeling it, all the while, smoke streamed out of her
mouth while she talked.  I was enthralled.  She continued.  "These bras are
called "Shelf bras".  They have underwires like my other bras, but look how
the shoulder straps attach to the side, instead of the top of the cups.
Heather talked me into buying it.  I'm sure it will probably be as
uncomfortable over time as a regular underwire bra, but don't you think it
looks neat?

   I thought for a second, then I said, "Jill, I think that bra is a 100 times
sexier than any other bra you've ever worn.  I will amend my "No Bra" rule.
If you want to wear a bra around me, you can wear that style any time."

   Jill giggled, "Oh good.  I'm glad you like it because Heather and I just
fell in love with them and I also bought a black and a white one.  Heather had
to buy a slightly different style because this style didn't come in her size."

   For the rest of the summer, Jill averaged wearing one of her sexy new bras
maybe once a week.  She always wore them whenever she wore something tight or
low cut.  And, she always looked fabulous in them, but, the interesting thing
was, the straps still dug into her shoulders and the underwires still pinched
her, so usually after only a few hours, the bras came off anyway.  Whenever
she wore one, she'd complain a little, but, not nearly as much as she had
before our little proposition.  However, a new complaint entered her
vocabulary.  It always went something like this, "God, the tight band around
my chest makes it hard for me to inhale my cigarettes all the way."

Chapter 12  (Part 2)

   Over the next couple months Jill continued to dress very conservatively at
work, but, she became quite comfortable with going braless in public.  Despite
the fact that we were paying ridiculous rent for our apartment, our combined
income was sufficient enough for Jill to completely replace her casual
wardrobe.  The cloths that she bought all had one thing in common, they did a
nice job of showing off her magnificent figure.  Just like all the models in
the Cosmo and Vogue magazines that she read, she wore all her outfits with a
bare minimum of underwear.  Now don't get me wrong, she never dressed trashy,
like a cheep streetwalker.  She bought her cloths from only the best stores.
Let's just say, her sense of style was on the sexy side of sophisticated and,
I usually loved it whenever she'd come home with a new outfit to model for me.

   Just as I had hoped, gravity was beginning to take its toll on Jill's
boobs.  Her nice full tits now drooped about an inch lower on her chest.  Her
ability to pass the pencil test was now a permanent thing of the past and I
couldn't have been more pleased.

   During this period, Jill's smoking style improved dramatically.  Her habit
had strengthened to the point where she'd average about a pack and a half a
day during the work week and then 2 or more packs a day on Friday, Saturday
and Sunday.  I loved watching her light up because the look on her face always
betrayed the fact that she loved smoking and, all of her little sexy,
attention getting, techniques were now totally natural and subconscious.  They
had simply become the way that Jill smoked.  Despite the fact that I knew
exactly what she was trying to accomplish with every technique, I was
powerless to deny her the attention that she craved.  She could control me
like a puppet with her smoking and I loved every minute of it.  The technique
of hers that I loved the best was the breathing exhale or, no exhale, exhale.
I've seen hundreds of women do this to varying degrees.  But nobody did it
better than Jill.  When she was reading the paper or a book and not paying any
attention to me, I loved staring at her while she smoked.  Without breaking
her eyes away from the page, she would take a very strong drag on her
cigarette, inhale deeply, hold it for about 3 seconds, then she'd exhale a
small stream of smoke and begin breathing naturally through her nose and
mouth.  Her breaths would be shallow and fairly rapid and it would sometimes
take as many as five breaths for her lungs to almost clear.  But, she always
repeated the process before her lungs were completely smoke free.

   Jill's Monday, Wednesday, Friday morning aerobics sessions were now a thing
of the past.  Instead, we each got our exercise by starting almost every
morning off with a very energetic fuck.  As soon as we woke up, we'd each
smoke a cigarette.  Despite the fact that Jill's cigarettes were so much
longer than mine, we'd usually finish at about the same time.  For some
reason, Jill seemed to need to replenish the nicotine levels in her body a
little more than I did, because she always wolfed down her first cigarette of
the day.  By the time we finished, we were both so horny, the sex was always
hot, fast and furious.  By now smoking had become an integral part of our
lovemaking.  We never actually smoked when we were having sex, but we
frequently smoked during foreplay and always smoked after a good fuck.  Jill
loved smoky kisses the most and it almost didn't matter when or where we were.
If we had enough time and enough privacy for a long smoky kissing session, it
almost always turned her on to the point where she'd have to have some sex.
As much as she used sexy smoking techniques to keep my attention, I used smoky
kisses to get her in the mood whenever I wanted to get into her pussy.
Cigarettes, it seemed, were the core, the foundation of our love affair and I
couldn't have been happier about that.

   On the last weekend of August, Heather and Scott had Jill's folks watch the
kids and they came to visit us.  This was the first time that I actually got
to meet them and, just as Jill had told me, they were totally fun to be
around.  They got to our place around noon on a hot and muggy Saturday.
Heather was wearing a low cut, pink cotton, wraparound top and a black knit
miniskirt.  Believe it or not, the Cancun picture didn't do her justice.  She
was even more stunning in person.  She probably didn't pick out the right bra
for the top that she wore, because about a half inch of each bra cup peeked
out from behind the deep V front of the top.  Jill was wearing one of her
favorite pairs of khaki shorts and a white camisole top that had thin little
shoulder straps and was kept closed in the front by three little ribbon ties.
This style top gave her absolutely no support.

   We sat around our place and over drinks we chatted and I got to know Scott
and Heather a bit.  Then we headed for the downtown shopping district.  But
before we left, Heather excused herself and went to the bathroom where she
removed her bra.  When she re-entered the living room, her heavy hooters now
hung about four inches lower on her chest.  Her nipples were semi-erect in the
air-conditioned environment and she looked fabulous.  Scott said, "Heather,
now you look a lot more comfortable."

   I didn't say anything.  I was simply trying to not look so obvious as I
stared at Jill's sister's enormous chest.  Her tits seemed almost out of place
on the rest of her body.  Her shoulders weren't particularly broad and the
rest of her body was so slender.  When looking at her from behind, you could
see a big chunk of boob peaking through from under each of her arms.  I
couldn't help thinking, "How does this little girl not have back pains,
hauling around those heavy jugs all day long?  And, then I thought, if Jill
can't find bras that she's comfortable in, imagine how much pain Heather must
go through trying to wear bras that support those pontoons!"

   A moment later Jill chimed in, "Really big sister, you don't have to
compete with me over everything, just because I'm not wearing a bra."

   Heather replied, "Look Jill, I'm in Chicago.  It's a hundred degrees out.
My kids are 150 miles away and I'm going to be comfortable."

   I threw in my two cents, "Sounds like perfect logic to me."

   We left the apartment and thoroughly enjoyed the mile walk to the stores.
Let me tell you, Scott and I enjoyed an entire afternoon of visual bliss,
watching these two heavy hootered sisters bouncing their ample bosoms all over
the downtown of Chicago.

   We got back to our apartment around 6:00 and changed for dinner.  Jill put
on a skin tight tube dress and Heather countered with a really low cut, cowl
neck, backless top that had a loose fitting, fairly short skirt.  Her heavy,
saggy tits were almost spilling out of the top and had she worn one of those
push-up shelf bras, she would have spilled out!  We drove to a very nice steak
house and spent the next three hours enjoying our selves.  The best part of
the evening for Scott and I was watching these two gorgeous sisters try to out
sexy smoke each other.  I don't even think that they were consciously
competing.  Nevertheless, the whole scene was a bone hardening experience.

   We all went to bed around 1:00 only this time, Jill didn't need to be kept
awake by Heather and Scott's bed creaking.  We got to do our own bed creaking
instead.

   Around 8:30 the next morning I woke up to the sound of the toilet flushing
in the guest bathroom.  I looked over towards Jill.  It was warm in our
apartment and during the night, we apparently pushed our blankets and sheets
to the foot of the bed.  Jill was still sleeping soundly.  Her totally naked
body was turned away from me, giving me a perfect view of her delectable ass.
About a minute later, I heard Heather begin to gently clear her throat.  This
was followed shortly by a coughing session that lasted about a minute.  I
rolled onto my back and propped my head against the headboard.  Then, I lit a
cigarette and continued listening.  Heather's coughing wasn't particularly
harsh.  It was almost as if she was going through a rehearsed routine.  The
session ended with Heather doing a deep gurgling throat clearing.  I heard the
water run in the sink for maybe thirty seconds and then, I heard the door
quietly open.  For some reason, I found myself getting aroused by the mental
image of Heather's big jugs bouncing while she coughed.  Then I imagined what
a vision she must have been as she wandered back to her husband with her first
cigarette of the day burning sexily between her long fingers.

   Jill rolled over and snuggled her bare tits into my right arm.  I enjoyed
the sensation and took another drag on my cigarette.  I was pretty sure she
was still sleeping, since her eyes were closed.  She must have been having a
sexy dream because, she had a peaceful, almost happy look on her face as she
slept.  But, her hands knew what they wanted.  She instinctively rested her
right hand directly on my stiffening cock.  I just laid there and enjoyed the
unconscious pleasure that Jill was giving me. But, by the time I was done with
my cigarette, her right hand was gripping and gently pumping my, now rock
hard, cock.  I knew it would only be a matter of minutes before she was fully
awake.

   I was still exhaling my last drag, when she began to struggle with opening
her eyes.  She looked into my smiling face and then she realized where her
hand was.  She squirmed a little and brought her lips to mine while she began
to pump my stiff prick with a little more energy.  We kissed for a few seconds
and then we heard the bed in the guestroom start to squeak loudly.  We broke
off our kiss for a few seconds and laughed together, knowing full well what
Heather and Scott were up to.  Then, for the next 20 minutes we ignored the
sounds of passion coming from the guestroom while we made our own bed creak
and squeak.

   After our thoroughly enjoyable morning fuck, we laid in bed and smoked a
couple cigarettes together, snuggling and talking and kissing.  It was a
wonderful morning.  Jill and I finally got up, showered and got dressed.
Realizing that it was going to be another sunny, hot day, Jill decided to wear
a short knit light blue, mini-skirt and a thin little, dark blue halter top
with white canvas sandals that had four inch heals.  I put on a golf shirt and
khaki shorts and then we wandered out into the kitchen around 10:00.

   Scott and Heather were seated at the kitchen table.  They had already
brewed up a nice big pot of coffee.  Heather was smoking one of her Capri's
and was wearing a thin white tube top with a skirt that was almost identical
to Jill's.  God she looked incredible.  Her heavy hooters sloped gradually out
from her chest, ultimately forming large cushy pillows mid-way between her
shoulders and waist.  Her tube top was barely up to the task of covering her
daunting jugs.  In order to conceal the bottom of each boob, the top seam was
barely able to stretch far enough to cover her nipples, leaving lots of
succulent titflesh exposed.  With her boobs squished together by the tight
top, she was displaying a cleavage crack that was at least six inches long.

   We sat at the table for awhile, drinking a couple cups of coffee and
smoking a few more cigarettes.  Then, we finally decided to hit one of the
local hotel brunch buffets that were a downtown Chicago tradition.  Our drive
only took about ten minutes, but we weren't able to find any parking spots
near the door, so we dropped the girls off.  They got us a place in line and
Scott and I drove off to find a parking spot.  The closest spot we were able
to find seemed like almost a quarter mile away from the restaurant and while
we began our walk, Scott said, "Jim, I owe you a debt of gratitude."

   "For what?"  I asked out of surprise.

   Scott replied, "I don't know what you said to Jill to convince her to go
braless, but ever since she visited us, Heather has been doing the same.  Not
all the time mind you, but enough to make me very happy.  For years, even
before we had our kids, I tried to get her to go braless and she never would.
So Jill's visit must have accomplished something and I thank you for that."

   I answered, "Well, actually, I owe you, or should I say Heather, an equal
debt of gratitude.  Before Jill visited you, I secretly overheard Heather and
Jill talking on the phone and Heather gave Jill some lessons on smoking style
that I never would have had the opportunity to pull off.  She did me a
tremendous favor."

   Scott replied, "Yea, I must admit that even though Jill's only been smoking
a few months, her elegant smoking style makes it look like she's been smoking
for years.  But, how did you get Jill to give up her bras?"

   I thought for a second and said, "It was really pretty simple.  First, she
was always bitching bout how the underwires pinched her and the straps cut
into her shoulders, so, I convinced her how stupid it was for her to punish
herself by wearing underwear that caused her pain.  Second, I told her that
bra manufacturers spend millions of dollars advertising how sexy their bras
are, but that real tit men think that bras are the least sexy thing that a
well endowed woman can wear. And lastly, I was more or less joking with her,
but, I forbid her to ever wear one around me.  Thank God, she took me
seriously."

   "God damn, I admire you."  Scott said earnestly.  Then he added to his own
story.  "For the first couple weeks after Jill's visit, Heather went braless
only a couple times.  I didn't make a big deal about it except that I made it
a point to compliment her a lot.  I didn't compliment her on being braless, I
just told her how gorgeous and desirable she looked.  And, when she was
wearing a bra, I made it a point to NOT compliment her, regardless of what she
wore.  Over the next few weeks she must have gotten the point, because now,
whenever I come home from work, the bra's already off.  And, whenever we go
out without the kids, she goes braless about half the time."

   As we approached the steps to the restaurant and were about to rejoin our
ladies, I said, "I got to admit to you Scott, I envy you.  As beautiful as
Jill's tits are, they can't hold a stick to Heather's.  You're a lucky guy!"

   Scott laughed, "Don't I know it.  But here's the deal, Heather was never
this big until after our kids were born.  My guess is that Jill has the same
genes, so all you have to do is knock her up and she'll have jugs just like
Heather's."

   Now it was my turn to laugh.  "Whoa boy.  Her tits are just fine for me
right now.  I don't think I need to have kids, just to put another couple cup
sizes on my girlfriend."

   As Scott held the door open for me, he patted me on the back and said,
"Jim, You're absolutely right.  Heather's breast enhancement will ultimately
end up costing me about a thousand times what a normal saline implant boob job
would have cost.  But, you know what, I wouldn't trade any of it in for
anything."

Chapter 13  (Part 2)

   By the end of September I knew that I was so madly in love with Jill that I
wanted to live the rest of my life with her.  We had never actually talked
about marriage, but we had talked all around the subject.  We already knew
what kind of house we wanted (a big old colonial in a neighborhood with lots
of large trees), where we wanted to live (Winnetka), how many kids we wanted
(2), and on and on.  Based on observing her reaction to 3 or 4 different
girlfriend's engagement rings, I even had a pretty good idea of what kind of
ring she'd like.  So, I was reasonably sure that if I asked her to marry me,
she'd say "Yes."  But, I wanted to do it in just the right location and at
just the right time.

   That week at work, it hit me.  I would take her to one of those
all-inclusive couples resorts in Jamaica and probably over a romantic dinner,
I would pop the question.  On Wednesday, I called a couple travel agents and
by Friday, I had the tickets in my hand.  On Friday night we went back to our
favorite little Italian restaurant.  It was just the two of us.  While we ate,
we basically talked about work and other boring stuff.  I waited until our
after dinner coffee was served and we had each fired up our post-meal
cigarette.  Then, I pulled out the envelope that held the tickets and asked,
"Jill, do you think you could get the last week of October off?"

   Jill dangled her cigarette from her mouth while she nervously opened the
envelope.  When she saw the tickets and the brochure for the resort that we
would be staying at, she reached across the table and gave me a big kiss.
"Absolutely honey.  This is the nicest thing you've ever done for me."  She
was almost crying as she spoke.

   For the next fifteen minutes she pored over the brochure and asked me a
million questions.  Then she said, "I wonder if they have a "Swimsuit
Optional" area on the beach?  When Heather and I were in Cancun, we really
enjoyed being able to sunbathe in the nude when our parents were off sight
seeing."

   I said, "Gee, I don't know.  I'll ask the travel agent."  On Monday
morning, I called the travel agent first thing and had him change our room
reservations to the "Clothing Optional" side of the resort.  And, I tried to
upgrade our room to "Ocean View", but the best I could do was "Pool View".
Still, that cost me an extra $200 for the week, but I figured it would be well
worth it.

   Over the next three weeks, Jill did some serious power shopping.  She
bought a couple new swimsuits (although I'm not sure why), and a bunch of
resort outfits.  My favorite was an ensemble that included gauze harem pants
that were pretty close to see-through.  The top consisted of two identical
triangles of the same gauze material with a couple of string ties of varying
lengths.  Jill said the top could be worn about 5 different ways and that the
outfit actually came with instructions for knot tying and string placement.
Jill refused to model the outfit and teased me saying, "You'll just have to
wait until we're in Jamaica to see it."

   Our flight to Jamaica was delayed in Chicago and when we finally got to our
room the sun was just setting.  Our room was perfect.  It was a mini suite, on
the third (top) floor, with a small living room that had a kitchenette on one
side and a door wall on the other which lead to a small balcony.  The balcony
was large enough to hold a small table and two lounges.  We immediately
dropped our bags and walked out to the balcony to see what our view was going
to be like for the next week.  Off to the left, we could see the ocean and a
small strip of the deserted beach.  About 100 yards straight ahead was the
three-story building that blocked our view of the ocean.  Immediately below us
was a large, kidney shaped pool.  Across the pool, directly opposite our room,
was a hot tub that was large enough to comfortably hold about a dozen people.

   There was a gentle breeze blowing and the numerous palm trees that
surrounded the pool area were waving ever so slightly.  The whole scene was so
peaceful and relaxing.  Jill said, "Let's just have a cigarette and enjoy the
balcony for a bit before we unpack and dress for dinner."

   I thought that was a great idea, so we fired up and leaned over the rail on
the balcony to enjoy the scenery.  We smoked in silence until we were about
half done with our cigarettes when Jill suddenly broke the calm, "Oh look,
there's two couples heading for the jacuzzi."

   All four wore white robes, which, come to find out, came with the room.  As
soon as they got to the hot tub, they dropped the robes.  Even from our
vantage point, in the dimming light, it was readily apparent that they were
totally naked.  Jill exclaimed, "Look Jim, they're naked.  Oh, can we take a
dip in the hot tub later tonight?"

   "Absolutely dear.  Why don't we go unpack, get some dinner and then we can
check it out later."  I answered.

   We made the mistake, if that's what you want to call it, of going to one of
the wilder restaurants in the resort.  The crowd was extremely casually
dressed.  There wasn't a legitimate bra to be found on any of the mostly
good-looking women.  There were a few string bikini tops in view, but most of
the women were braless and, while there were no women who were actually
topless, some wore tops that were so skimpy, their tits were actually exposed.
Jill fit right in since she was wearing a really loose little tank top that
she had cut off to just below the bottom of her tits.  I was digging the place
and I think Jill was too.

   About half way through dinner, the crew began to set up the stage for a
series of ice-breaker type games and contests.  The crowd was growing larger
and more inebriated by the minute.  By the time we had finished eating and
were sipping some sort of rum drink, a D J came out and announced that there
would be limbo events, wet tee shirt contests, sexiest girl and sexiest guy
contests, most sensual kissing contests, etc.  I looked at Jill and said,
"Let's watch for a little while and then we can check out the tub, ok?"

   Well, a little while turned into 3 hours.  We never actually participated
in any of the events, but every event entailed couples getting to know each
other while engaged in some sort of overtly sexual situation.  The more we
drank, the more we enjoyed watching the spectacle and we became a vocal part
of the enthusiastic audience.  Around midnight, we stumbled out of the place
and as we walked towards our building, I asked Jill if she still felt up to a
dip in the hot tub.  She said, "Only if we go right now.  If we make it all
the way up to our room, I'll never have enough energy to leave again."

   So we headed straight for the hot tub with all our cloths on.  When we got
within 15 feet of the tub, we counted 4 couples already in the tub splashing
around and having a fun time.  One of the women in the tub called out to us,
"Hey you two.  You're way over dressed for this place.  Get those cloths off
and join us."

   I looked at Jill and she looked at me, then we stripped out of our cloths
in about a minute and slipped into the water with these 8 naked strangers.  We
weren't strangers for long.  All 8 had beautiful bodies, so we didn't feel
awkward or out of place and they made us feel totally welcome.  Two of the
couples were on their honeymoons, one had been married for five years, and the
other was like us, just living in sin.  All four women and two of the guys
smoked, which was nice because Jill and I didn't have to worry about offending
anyone when we lit up.  We stayed in the tub for over an hour and had a great
time getting to know these couples.  When we left, we made arrangements to
meet them on the beach around noon.  We grabbed our cloths and walked, but
naked, all the way to the door of our room.

   The next morning, we woke up around 10:00 and we both felt a little hung
over, but, it was nothing that a little low energy sex couldn't cure.  By noon
we were heading for the beach.  Jill had put on her new purple thong bikini
and was wearing a white mesh cover-up that basically hid nothing.  Just as I
guessed when she had bought the new suit, it only stayed on for about 10
minutes and from that point on, for the rest of the vacation, it was the only
time she ever wore a bathing suit.  By 12:30 all the other couples had joined
us and we had a nice, relaxing, good time talking and drinking the afternoon
away.  That night, we all went to dinner at another restaurant in the complex
and by the time we crashed into our bed, it was well past 2:00 in the morning.

   The next two days went pretty much like the first.  The only time we wore
any cloths was when we dressed for dinner and then, we were only barely
dressed.  By Thursday, my tan was getting a little darker, but, I was still
wearing SPF 35 to avoid burning.  Jill, thanks to the Venezuelan in her blood,
had already become a beautiful chocolate brown.  She looked so perfect without
any tan lines.  The only white skin that remained on her bronzed body was a
small strip that was shaded under each tit.  It's a good thing we each brought
two cartons of cigarettes because, thanks to all the sun, sex, booze and
partying, we were going through close to three packs a day.

   While we laid out on Thursday afternoon, I was wondering if I would ever
have the romantic moment alone that I needed with Jill to ask her to marry me.
Then, as we talked, the group decided that we would each do our own thing that
night and then meet the next day to compare notes.  I realized that tonight
was now going to be the night.  As the sun was setting, we were still sitting
around, naked at the beachfront bar, enjoying our rum drinks and having a
great time.  Surprisingly, I wasn't nervous or anxious.  I knew I had plenty
of time that night to put my plan into action.

   Around 7:30, we finally wandered back to our room and Jill took the first
shower.  When she finished, I stepped in and by 8:15, I was done with my
shower.  I grabbed a towel and opened the door to let out the steam.  I
assumed that the lights in the room would be on and that Jill would be dressed
and waiting for me.  Instead the bedroom was dark, so I flicked off the
bathroom light and stepped out of the bathroom while still drying off.  A few
steps more and I was through the door and into the living room, which was also
dark.  Then, I noticed Jill out on the balcony.  She was still naked and bent
at the waist, leaning against the railing on her elbows.  She didn't move, so
she obviously didn't know I was watching her.  I finished silently drying off
and then I lit a cigarette while I continued to secretly stare at Jill.  She
was concentrating intently on something down below.  Her legs were together
and straight.  She was wearing her 4 inch heeled Candies which nicely enhanced
the perfect shape of her long legs.

   Jill turned to retrieve a cigarette and her lighter from the little table
and I was about to say something as she fired up her lighter and quickly lit
the end of her Capri.  Before she had even finished her first double pump, she
quickly turned back to whatever it was that held her attention below.  She
never glanced into the living room and I realized that she still didn't know I
was there.  I decided to watch her for a few more minutes.  My cock was now
starting to betray my voyeuristic interest.  I began to stroke it gently and
it responded accordingly.  Jill took her third drag on her cigarette and
suddenly spread her legs about 2 feet apart.  Her legs were still perfectly
straight and now I could see her tits dangling freely between her legs.  Her
cigarette was in her left hand and she was still resting on her elbows.  Then,
all of a sudden, she slipped her right hand down to her crotch and began to
gently stroke her pussy.  I finished my cigarette and my cock was now fully
erect and ready for action.

   I slowly walked up behind Jill and when my dangling cock first came in
contact with her ass cheeks, Jill was startled, but only a little.  She pulled
her right hand away from her pussy and rocked back a little on her elbows to
crush her ass more fully into my 8 inches.  "What'cha looking at Gorgeous."  I
asked.

   "Uuuummmm you feel so big and hard."  Jill murmured.  Then she added,
"There's two couples in the hot tub that have been going at it real good.
They look like they're having so much fun."

   I pulled back a little and grabbed my cock to guide the head across Jill's
already moist and steamy pussy lips.  She sucked in a drag from her cigarette
and moaned quietly as she exhaled, "Mmmmmmm."

   "I think we should have some fun of our own.  Right here, right now."  I
said.

   "Ooooohhhh Baby, that sounds so nice, but I just lit this cigarette and I
don't want to waste it."  She answered.

   "Oh don't waste it.  Just stick it in your mouth and let's enjoy the
moment."  I advised.

   "Ooooohhhh, ok."  She replied meekly.

   The cigarette still had 2/3rds of it's length left as she stuck it between
her lips.  Her four inch heeled shoes lifted her ass to the perfect height,
making it easy for me to guide my rigid cock into her slicked up love canal.
With one steady, but sensuously slow motion, I drove my cock completely to the
depths of her pussy.

   Jill sucked strongly on the cigarette and inhaled deeply, then moaned,
"Oooooooooooo MMMMMMMMM mmmmmmmmmmm God that feels gooooood."

   I moaned back, "Shiiiiit yesssss.  Oh your pussy is soooooooo puuuurfect.
Suck on that cigarette while I fuuuuuck you."

   With my cock properly buried deep into her cunt, I bent over and captured
her dangling tits into my eager hands.  Smoke from her cigarette and her
exhales wafted into my face and I breathed it all in.  I steadied my legs and
then began to increase the speed and power of my thrusting.  Jill was panting
strongly.  Her cigarette was burning faster and the smoke screen that she was
creating became denser.  She could no longer balance on her elbows and had
grabbed the railing with her hands.  She was moaning more loudly now. "MMMMM
OOOOOO ooooooAAAAggghhhhh.  Oh shiiiiiIIIIIITTTT, Oh my God
oooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOO."

   I let go of her tits and stood back up and grabbed her hips.  Then, I began
to bang her real hard while I forced her ass back into my cock to meet my
thrusts.  "God this was a great fuck."  I thought.  I gazed at Jill's
glistening, moonlit back and watched, mesmerized, as the sides of her hanging
tits repeatedly peaked into view as they swirled in a rapid circular motion
with each deep thrust of my cock.

   I began to feel Jill's pussy muscles contract and squeeze my cock.  Her
moans were louder, but more urgent.  The cigarette was still between her lips
and the cloud of smoke floating around our heads was continuous.  Seconds
later, I came hard, but I sensed that Jill had not yet had her best orgasm, so
I continued to pump her furiously.  Then, she let out, what for Jill was a
pretty loud and raspy scream and her knees kind of buckled.  Her whole body
just sort of quivered and then she collapsed her forehead on her arms.  I
slowly withdrew my shrinking cock and Jill regained her senses and grabbed the
cigarette from her mouth as she turned to face me.

   The hots had burned almost to the filter and her balance was a little shaky
as she reached down for the ashtray to put the cigarette out.  We hugged each
other and kissed for about 30 seconds.  Jill's breathing was still shallow and
rapid and the taste of cigarette smoke on her breath was overwhelmingly strong
and wonderful.  When we broke off our kiss, Jill whispered, "Jimmy, that was
the best fuck you've ever given me.  I came so hard I thought I was going to
pass out.  In fact, I still feel a little dizzy.  I think the cigarette really
enhanced the whole thing.  It was unbelievable."

   "Oh Baby, I agree.  It was wonderful, but do you think the cigarette is
what made it so good, or maybe it was the added thrill of knowing that
somebody may have been watching us, just like you were watching the couples in
the hot tub."  I countered.

   Jill thought for a second.  Then said, "You know, that might be it.
Although Jim, honestly, when you started fucking my pussy hard, the only thing
that I was thinking about was how good it felt and how strong my orgasm was
going to be.  I mean, I was so fucking turned on, I couldn't have cared less
if anyone was watching."

   "Well Jill, I've never actually smoked during sex, but maybe we should just
try it again to see if we both like it."  I made my suggestion as we left the
balcony and stepped into the living room.

   A few minutes later, Jill and I went into the bedroom to begin dressing.
For a few moments she stood outside of the closet and finally decided on her
new gauze, harem pants outfit.  Then, she said, "I know you've been waiting to
see this outfit on me.  Well, big boy, tonight's the night."

   "Thank you Dear.  This will be a treat."  I replied as I started to pull on
a pair of loose fitting, beige slacks.  A few seconds later, I had finished
putting on a light brown, short sleeved, silk shirt, which I buttoned, but
left untucked.  By then, Jill had put the pants on and now I know why she
hadn't wanted to model the outfit for me before.  The pants tied at the ankles
and then tied again at the waist.  However, the waist ties left about a six
inch gap of bare skin starting at her hip and remaining open all the way to
her ankle.  Otherwise, the pants were very loose and with every step that she
took, the material danced around her gorgeous, dark legs in a mesmerizing
display.  While still topless, she stepped into the bathroom, lit a cigarette
and began to put on her makeup.  I nonchalantly fished through my suitcase and
found the ring I had bought and then announced that I was going into the
living room to make our reservations.

   After two rings the hostess answered the phone and we discussed available
seating arrangements.  I asked her if they had any fairly private booths and
she said that she'd have something ready in about a half hour.  When I
returned to the bedroom, Jill was still in the bathroom putting the finishing
touches on her makeup.  I inched in behind her, cupping her bare tits in my
hands and said, "I love the way you look right now.  Why don't you just go to
dinner like this?"

   Jill pushed my hands away and replied.  "No way.  I'm not going out to
dinner totally topless.  Besides, they probably wouldn't even let me in the
restaurant if I did."

   I answered.  "Ok Dear.  But, you know at this resort, it probably doesn't
make any difference."

   "Now you just leave me alone and go wait for me in the living room.  I'll
be ready in about five minutes."  She instructed.

   While I sat on the sofa waiting patiently, I carefully placed the ring in a
secure pocket of my wallet.  A few minutes later, Jill emerged from the
bedroom and surprised me.  She had said she wouldn't go to dinner "Totally
topless", and she wasn't.  Instead, she crafted her top out of only one of the
triangular scarfs.  She connected two corners of the scarf around her waist
with a string tie and then she connected the remaining corner with a tie that
went over her shoulder and down across her back to the far right corner at her
waist.  The top loosely covered her left boob, but because the material was so
thin, you could see her nipple pretty clearly.  Jill's right tit was totally
exposed as the right edge of the triangle actually dipped under her free
hanging right tit.  When I looked at her, all I could manage to utter was
"Wow!"

   "You like?"  She asked as she slowly spun around to let me appraise the
entire outfit.

   "Oh Jill, you look absolutely stunning in that outfit."  I replied as she
stepped toward me.

   We hugged and kissed for a couple seconds and then, Jill said, "I hope
you're right about the restaurant not caring about how I'm dressed.  I feel
real sexy in this outfit and I know I'll never be able to wear it in Chicago,
so, I want to wear it tonight."

   I tried to strengthen her resolve saying, "Maybe if we went to a place
outside of the complex they might make a big deal about it.  But, inside the
complex, I would be shocked if they raised a stink about it."

   Then, we left our room and began the ten minute walk to the restaurant.
Jill looked so sexy as she smoked a cigarette while we walked through the
complex.  I just assumed that some people would gawk at her, but, we passed
numerous guests and employees and not one seemed to pay any unusual attention
to Jill.  Then again, why would they?  Only hours earlier, many of these same
guests were walking around completely nude.  Still, I felt a total sense of
macho pride as I walked, arm in arm, with my uninhibited goddess.  I began to
fantasize about how she would react when I asked her to marry me, and I was
getting just a tad nervous.

   When we got to the restaurant there were about five couples waiting to be
seated ahead of us.  We gave our name to the pretty black hostess, who, I'm
guessing, was in her late teens.  As I predicted, she made no mention, nor
showed any particular interest in what Jill was wearing.  We took a seat on a
couch in the outer lounge and I fired up a cigarette for Jill while we
patiently waited.  None of the other women that were also waiting were
actually baring their breasts, but three of them were wearing tops that were
so shear, their boobs were clearly visible.  I'm sure that this made Jill feel
even more comfortable.

   Just as Jill snuffed out her cigarette the hostess called our name and we
were seated in a fairly private booth in the front far corner of the
restaurant.  The booth was small and intimate, designed to seat no more than
four people.  Jill squeezed in first to the back of the booth and I slipped in
next to her, on her right.  Gazing out from the booth, we could only see about
four tables of patrons, which meant that only those four could see us.

   A short while later, our waiter, a very pleasant, skinny, middle aged, jet
black local man named Henri greeted us and took our drink order.  Just like
the hostess, he paid no apparent attention to what Jill was wearing.  Within a
few short minutes, he was back with the rum concoctions that we had ordered
and Jill and I relaxed completely, enjoying a very pleasant conversation.  I
particularly enjoyed the fact that Jill's naked right boob frequently brushed
against my bare left arm.  While we had our drinks, Jill and I each smoked a
couple cigarettes and Jill's sexy smoking style was in rare form that night as
she completely mesmerized me with a dizzying variety of drags, inhales and
exhales.

   When we were about half done with our drinks, Henri reappeared and took our
meal order.  We decided against another rum drink and instead, ordered a
bottle of Chablis to drink with our seafood.  The food and the wine were great
and by the time we were done eating, it was as if we were in the restaurant
all by ourselves.  We had blocked all the other patrons completely out of our
minds and were totally into only each other.  Once we finished eating, we
ordered a couple Cappuccinos from Henri and then Jill got up to go to the
ladies room.  The restrooms were in the opposite corner and Jill had to walk
the entire length of the restaurant to get to them.  I stared, transfixed at
her gorgeous backside as she made her way past numerous tables and booths.
The transparent white of her harem pants created such a fabulous contrast to
the deep brown skin of her back.  The filmy material waved like a flag in a
mild breeze around her long legs and half visible, slightly jiggling ass
cheeks.  The affect was hypnotic.

   Once she disappeared from view, I regained my senses and realized that the
moment to put my plan into action was now.  I fished out my wallet and pulled
out the ring.  I stared at it briefly and marveled at how the 3/4 caret
diamond sparkled even in the modest amount of light in the room.  I gently
placed the ring in my right palm and then closed my fist.

   It didn't take Jill more than a couple of minutes to reappear and in the
interim, Henri delivered our coffees, but, still the wait seemed like an
eternity for me.  Finally, she stepped out of the ladies room and into view.
She walked at a leisurely pace with her arms swinging slightly at her sides.
I could see her head moving slightly from side to side as she was obviously
glancing at the other diners.  She walked with such confidence.  Not caring
who, if anyone, was ogling her beauty.  Her boobs literally danced on her
chest with each step that she took.  When she was halfway to me, our eyes
connected and a big smile came over her face as she knew that my attention was
completely riveted on her.  At that moment, there was no doubt in my mind that
I was about to do the right thing.

   Jill slipped back into the booth and resumed her position to my left.  She
thanked me for waiting for her and then grabbed my left hand with her right
and we gently rested our hands on her right thigh.  With her free left hand,
she shook a fresh cigarette out of her pack and turned slightly into me so
that I could light it.  It was a bit awkward for me to fire up the lighter
with the ring still stuck in the palm of my right hand, but I managed.  She
took a real nice double pump on the cigarette and then snuggled against my
left arm, pressing her bare boob fully into it.  After she placed her
cigarette in the ashtray and took a small sip from her steaming cappuccino, I
turned a little more towards her and calmly said, "Jill, there's something
that I want to ask you."

   She gazed up at me and replied, "Ok.  What's up?"

   I paused for a moment and stared deeply into her eyes and finally said in
my most sincere voice, "Jill darling, I am deeply in love with you.  In fact,
I love you more than anyone I've ever known.  Will you marry me?"

   She popped her head back in surprise.  Obviously, she had not expected me
to ask her this question, but she recovered quickly.  "Oh my God.  Yes.  Yes.
Yes I will marry you."  With that, she let go of my left hand and threw her
arms around my neck, mashing her tit into my arm.  We kissed passionately for
at least 30 seconds.

   When we finally broke off the kiss, she was still flabbergasted.  "Oh my
God.  I just can't believe it.  You make me so happy."

   At the moment I was a little more calm than Jill and replied,  "Jill, you
make me the happiest man on earth.  Here, I have something for you."  Then, I
opened my right hand.

   She was so excited that she just kind of bounced a little in her seat,
grabbed her cigarette and sucked down a monstrous drag, all the while staring
at the ring in my palm.  Finally, I asked, "Aren't you going to try it on?"

   She didn't need any more encouragement.  She grabbed the ring from my hand
and quickly slipped it onto her left ring finger.  She held her hand up and
just stared at the ring, moving her hand around to look it over from a variety
of angles.  She gazed at the ring for at least 30 seconds, long enough for her
to take two nice drags on the cigarette that dangled from her mouth and then
she finally put the cigarette in the ashtray and turned to me and said, "It's
gorgeous.  How did you ever know what kind of ring I'd like?  It's exactly
what I would have picked out.  Thank you Baby.  Give me a kiss."

   I never actually answered her question.  I lowered my lips to hers and we
started to kiss, but she suddenly broke it off.  "No, I want a smoky kiss."

   She grabbed her cigarette from the ashtray and took two extremely hard
drags on the half smoked Capri.  She inhaled deeply and our lips, once again,
met.

   This kiss was perhaps the most passionate I had ever experienced.  The pace
and depth of our breathing incrreased quickly as we shared the succulent
smoke.  Our tongues danced together for at least two minutes and, in mid-kiss,
Jill turned a little more into me and I felt her left hand come to rest on my
thigh.  I turned a little more into her and reached my right hand towards
Jill's thigh.  Jill quickly moved her hand directly onto my rapidly stiffening
cock, so I bypassed her thigh and slipped my hand easily under the loose flap
of her pants and rested it directly onto her pussy.  At that moment, I assumed
Jill's legs would be crossed and I would have to fight a little to get to her
jewels.  Instead, her legs were already spread apart.  Apparently, Jill must
have subconsciously decided that the table cloth provided enough privacy.

   When we broke off our kiss, she had that hungry, lust filled look in her
eyes that I had come to love while she rapidly hit the cigarette again.  We
resumed our kiss and I began to liberally stroke her pussy with the palm of my
hand, while she rubbed my cock with ever increasing speed.  When this kiss
ended, we were both panting breathlessly and Jill looked up at me and said, "I
want you bad Baby.  I want you to fuck me right now."

   "Oh Jill my love, I want to fuck you so hard right now too, but at the
moment, I can't even walk out of the restaurant.  And, we need to finish our
coffee and pay Henri."  I replied.

   She stopped stroking my cock and pulled back from me a little.  I slipped
my hand out of her pants and rested it on her thigh.  She kind of giggled,
"Damn you.  You're always so practical.  Let's get Henri over to the table so
that we can get out of here."

   It was at least ten more minutes before we were able to settle the bill
with Henri.  All the while, Jill couldn't stop staring at her ring and hugging
my arm.  I was ecstatic.  My whole plan had worked out perfectly.  But, alas,
our horny moment, when the urgent need for sex was at its greatest, had
passed.  Our walk back to our room was much more leisurely than it would have
been ten minutes earlier and, I have to admit, it was much more romantic.

   We took a detour and walked along the beach.  We slipped off our shoes and
Jill removed her top so that both boobs were able to get some fresh air.  We
walked through the surf up to our ankles and smoked a couple of cigarettes
while we talked a little bit about wedding plans.  Jill confided to me that
she actually knew she would marry me that very first night that we had spent
together in March.  So, we decided right on the spot to get married on the one
year anniversary of our meeting.

   When we were directly opposite our building, we leaned against a sailboat
that had been pulled onto the beach and enjoyed another couple smoky kisses.
Within a few minutes, my hands were groping her naked tits and Jill's were
pawing at my crotch.  With the urgent need for sex re-established, we hustled
up to our room.

   Our room was totally dark, save for the faint light that shown through the
open door wall, but that didn't bother me.  As soon as the door closed behind
us, I reached for Jill and she backed away a little.  "Jimmy, I hope you don't
mind, but tonight I want to be in charge."  She informed.

   "Ok Baby.  Whatever you want.  You're the boss."  I agreed.

   "Good.  Now just follow my instructions.  Stand there for a minute while I
get a couple towels from the bathroom."  She instructed.

   She returned seconds later with two dry towels.  She carefully laid out one
towel on the center cushion of the couch and the other, she laid right next to
it.  Then, she walked towards the door wall and I assumed she was going to
close the drapes.  Instead, she turned on the table lamp at the end of room to
its lowest setting and grabbed the large glass ashtray off the coffee table on
her way back.  She placed the ashtray on the side towel.  Next, she pulled her
cigarettes and lighter out of her purse and set them on the towel, next to the
ashtray.  Then, she stood directly in front of me, reached up and grabbed my
pack of Marlboro's from my shirt pocket and tossed them next to her Capri's.
"Ok, now hug me Baby."  She commanded.

   I immediately pulled her tightly to me.  She threw her arms around my neck
and easily forced my head down so that we could kiss.  I reached around her
naked torso with both arms and slipped my hands into the side slits of her
harem pants, cupping her ass, forcing her pubes into my half-stiff erection.
We kissed for a minute and then, Jill pulled her lips from mine and stared
into my eyes and asked, "Do you like the feel of my big tits squishing into
your chest?"

   "Oh God yes.  They feel so soft and velvety."  I answered truthfully.

   She replied, "I like the feeling too.  I love the way your sexy hairy chest
excites my nipples.  Can you feel how hard my nipples are?"

   "Yea Baby.  They're like little daggers poking into my chest.  God you're
making me so hot."  I answered breathlessly.

   "Good, now enough hugging.  We need to get you naked."  She informed.

   Jill pushed back from me and quickly pulled my shirt off my arms, leaving
it in a heap on the floor.  Then she got on her knees and stared lovingly into
my eyes while she instinctively undid my belt, and unhooked my pants.  She
smiled ever so briefly at me and then lowered her gaze to my crotch.  She
captured my zipper between her teeth and slowly lowered it.  As soon as my
rigid cock sprang free from its confines, she reached up and quickly yanked my
pants to the floor.  Within seconds she was massaging my drooping balls with
one hand and stroking my cock with the other while she delicately sucked on
the super sensitive, blood engorged, head of my cock.  I closed my eyes and
savored the pleasure that she was giving me, but my pleasure was short lived.
Thirty seconds later, she abruptly stood and said, "Jimmy, your cock tasted so
good.  I almost wanted to suck it dry.  But, I have other plans for that
beautiful little pussy pleasurer dangling between your legs.  Now step out of
those pants and sit down on the middle cushion."

   "What sort of nastiness are you cooking up in that dirty little mind of
yours my love?"  I questioned as I complied with her instructions.

   "You'll see Baby."  She said as she straddled my lap, resting her pants
covered ass on my thighs.

   She threw her arms around my neck and once again, our lips met for a kiss.
We had only kissed for about 10 seconds when I instinctively reached up to
capture her dangling tits in my hands.  But she stopped me.  "Not yet Honey.
Wait."

   Jill reached down, extracted a Capri from her pack and lit it.  She
executed a picture perfect double pump and then said, "Now we kiss again."

   She had her cigarette clutched firmly between her fingers and her arms were
still draped around my neck. All the while that we shared our smoky kiss, Jill
dry humped my cock with tender little hip thrusts.  The delightfully faint
friction from the now soaking wet, paper thin, material that separated her
pussy from my cock was all the foreplay that I needed to prepare my cock for
giving Jill a good fuck.  Assuming that's what she eventually wanted.  When
the smoke finally cleared from our lungs, she panted, "Ok.  Now squeeze my
tits."

   My hands instantly captured the pendulous jugs that they had been longing
for.  Jill filled her lungs again with the smoke of another double pump and
locked her lips to mine again.  By the time the smoke cleared from this kiss,
we were both breathing hard.  Jill pulled her lips from mine and panted, "God
I love it when you squeeze my tits hard.  Pinch my nipples.  Oh yesssss.  Damn
that feels sooooooo goooood.  Oh shit I love that."

   Jill didn't take another drag off her cigarette.  Instead, we kissed again
for a brief moment and then Jill said, "Now I need to get my pants off."

   She wobbled to her feet, still a little dizzy from the kiss and standing
directly between my legs, she slipped her cigarette between her lips and took
about two seconds to untie the strings at her hips.  The harem pants
immediately dropped to the floor and she lifted each foot, resting it on the
couch cushion only inches from my cock and deftly untied the little ribbons at
each ankle.  Now she was beautifully nude, except for the four inch heeled
sandals still tied to her feet.  With the half smoked cigarette still dangling
from her lips, she laid back on the large wooden coffee table, resting on her
elbows and spread her legs as far apart as was physically possible.  Her eyes
were totally riveted to mine with the same lust crazed look that I had so
recently seen in the restaurant.  Without breaking off her stare, she sucked a
drag off her cigarette and lifted her right leg high into the air.  Then she
deftly reached up and undid the ties that held the sandal on her foot.  Her
pussy was so open and exposed.  It literally glistened with her pre-sex
lubrication.  It was the prettiest sight I had ever seen.  Thirty seconds
later, she had repeated the process with her left foot and then she stood and
kicked the sandals off, sending them flying to either side of the couch.

   She still had about four or five good drags left in her cigarette, so she
stepped onto the couch with her right foot nestled against my ass in the deep
valley created from my weight.  Then she raised her left foot over my right
shoulder and balanced herself by placing her foot on the top of the couch.
"Ok Baby.  Now suck my pussy while I finish my cigarette."  She instructed in
a raspy, no doubt smoke induced, voice.  A voice that I had never heard her
use before, but, I hoped I would hear it again, because it sounded so sexy.

   I did as I was told and put my left arm around her leg to help me pull my
face full into her delicious pussy.  I started lick her cunt with the full
length of my tongue.  I glanced up at her face and noticed her cigarette
dangling loosely from her lips.  Her hands were against the wall for balance
and she thrust our her hips a little to give me better access to her steaming
pussy.  I dipped my tongue between her puffy pussy lips and began flicking her
clit.

   "Oh my God."  She moaned.  "Oh shiiit.  God Jimmy you lick my pussy so
good.  Oh yea.  Yea Baby Oooooohhhhh Aaaaggghhhhh Oh keep licking."

   She was totally oblivious to the smoke that swirled about her face.  I
thrust my tongue as far between her lips as possible.  Then I sucked furiously
on her raging cunt.  "Ohhhh Shiiiiiit."  She screamed quietly.  "Oh I like
that.  Oooooohhhhh Sssshhhhhh Oh fuuuuccckkkk that feels sooooooo
fffuuuucccckkkkking goooooooodddd.  Oh Baby you suck my puuuussssyyy.  Oh
that's good Oh yea.  Oooooohhhhhh that's soooooo ffffuuuucccckkkkking
gooooood.

   I continued to try to eat her out for about two more minutes.  But, this
was difficult because her leg started to shake a little and she kept banging
my face with quick little hip thrusts.  She was so hot, she was on fire.  The
duration and intensity of her moaning as well as the rapidness of her
breathing told me that she had already cum at least once, maybe more.  But I
definitely knew she wasn't finished.

   Suddenly, without warning, Jill pulled her left leg from it's perch on the
top of the couch and in the process, pulled her pussy from my devouring lips.
As she changed positions, I looked at her lust crazed face.  The cigarette
between her lips had burned down to the filter.  She took one last big drag on
it, then bent down and crushed it into the ashtray.  With dense smoke still
streaming out of her nose and mouth, she panted in her new raspy voice, "Oh
Jim, that was the best cunt lapping you've ever given me.  Now slouch down low
on the couch."

   I slid far enough down on the cushion so that my head was still supported
by the back of the couch, but my aching balls were actually hanging just over
the far edge of the cushion.  Jill sat back down on my thighs and leaned over
my chest, propping herself up on her left arm.  Our lips met in a deep kiss.
The taste of fresh cigarette smoke was so strong on her breath that it
overwhelmed the taste of her pussy juices in my mouth.  She slipped her right
hand down to my cock and grabbed my throbbing unit with a firm grip.  She
began to pump it.  Slowly at first, but her pace gradually quickened.  Her
dangling tits bounced and brushed against my chest.  I enjoyed this sensation
for a few moments.  Then, I gave into my urge and grabbed them with my hands.
I pinched and pulled her nipples and squeezed and squished her succulent tit
pillows.  She began to moan gently while we kissed and her cock pumping was
getting me almost to the point where I was going to blow my wad.  In the midst
of her lust crazed trance, she must have realized this, because she abruptly
pulled her lips from mine and said, "Time for us to smoke another cigarette."

   Jill sat up and tapped out cigarettes from each of our packs.  She lit my
Marlboro first and then, after taking a nice big drag on my non-menthol
cigarette, she placed it between my lips.  Then, with the Marlboro smoke still
streaming from her mouth, she touched the flame from her lighter to the tip of
her Capri and sucked down another nice big drag.  She held her cigarette
daintily in her right hand, only inches from her face.  She once again,
grabbed my cock and began pumping it.  This time, with her left hand.  I took
a drag from the cigarette dangling between my lips while Jill and I gazed into
each others eyes.  I marveled at the fact that it took at least seven panting
breaths before Jill's smoke saturated lungs were finally clear.  Our eyes were
still locked on each other while she took a deep cleansing breath.  Then she
stuck her cigarette between her lips and let go of my cock, carefully lifting
her ass off my legs.  Seconds later, she lowered her pussy slowly onto my
cock.  It felt so wonderful finally having my cock totally engulfed by her
warm, moist cunt.

   Jill pulled the cigarette from her lips and flicked the inch long ash into
the ashtray.  Then, she returned it to her lips, took a nice strong drag,
inhaled deeply and then began to slowly bounce up and down on my fuck pole.  I
immediately reached up to grab her drooping knockers and as soon as I started
to kneed them like a loaf of bread, her breathing rate quickened, the speed of
her fucking increased tremendously and her moaning and quiet screaming began
anew.  I continued to drag on my cigarette and thoroughly enjoyed the show.

   "Oh God.  Oh fuuuuccckkkk meeeeeeee Oh fuuuucccckkkkk."  She screamed.
"Ooooooooooooo yyyeeessssss.  God damn your cock feels so good.
Aaaaagggghhhhh.

   As I gazed up at my future wife, I realized that she had never looked more
beautiful or sexier.  She turned me on more than any other women on the
planet.  Somehow, she managed to stay in control enough to flick her ash
again, and then she just lost it.  The intensity of the muscle contractions
deep within her womb and the strain that I felt in her hips as she tried to
drive my cock into the deepest recesses of her pussy, were simply incredible.
She continued to ram her pussy hard onto my cock at a torrid pace.  A cloud of
cigarette smoke wafted around her head as little jets of smoke flowed from her
nose and mouth on a continuous basis.  Her hip pumping rhythm began to break
up.  Her whole body suddenly shuddered for an instant.  Seconds later, she
resumed pumping for maybe 10 strokes and then she froze up again.  When she
froze up this second time, she had just sucked a large amount of smoke into
her lungs.  She gasped and then rapidly exhaled a huge plume of smoke into my
face.  She followed that exhale with a deep breath, which was at least half
smoke from her dangling cigarette.  Now I was just as turned on as Jill.

   Since Jill had lost most of her control while she was recovering from her
orgasm, I began to ram my cock into her dripping cunt from below.  I was
literally lifting her entire body with my powerful thrusts and with every down
stroke my cock pummeled the insides of her fucked out cunt.  Jill's eyes were
glazed.  She was panting hard, oblivious to the cigarette that provided a
steady stream of fresh smoke to her lungs.  Her body shuddered at least four
more times before I finally unleashed one of the most satisfying bursts of
semen that I had ever spurted into her.  Within thirty seconds after I had
stopped ramming her trembling pussy, she weakly pulled the cigarette from her
lips.  I did the same.  And, all that was left of either but was the filter.
With my softening cock still buried in her oozing pussy, she collapsed onto my
chest.  We were both still breathing hard.  Thirty seconds later, she coughed
a little and ever so slowly we began to relax from the most intense fuck that
I think either of us had ever participated in.

   For the next ten minutes Jill laid on top of me in silence and we took
advantage of this interlude to catch our wits.  Despite the fact that my spent
cock was now totally limp, she never released it from the grips of her pussy.
I simply enjoyed the sensation of Jill's pillowy soft tits mashed against my
chest.  Finally, Jill raised herself off of my chest and balanced above me on
her arms.  I instinctively reached for her now dangling, jugs and gently
caressed them, rubbing Jill's still stiff, nipples into my hairy chest.  Jill
ignored my fondling and said, "That was absolutely the best fuck that I've
ever had and that is not good."

   I responded, "Oh Baby, I agree.  I've never been more turned on than I was
a few minutes ago.  But I'm curious, why is that a bad thing?"

   "Well Jim, I think we've proved my theory.  Smoking really does enhance my
orgasms.  Christ, I've never come so hard or so often before.  It was fucking
incredible."  She confided.

   "Well Baby, I still don't get it.  Why is that so bad?"  I questioned her
again.

   She took a deep breath and sighed, "Ok here's the deal.  I was so far gone,
that I almost passed out when I started to cum.  I think well, I think maybe
my lungs weren't ready for smoking and sex that was that intense."

   "Yea Jill.  You're right.  That was definitely some intense smoking.  Shit,
you were a bona fide smoking machine."  I concurred.

   She continued, "You see, that's the problem.  Now that I've had sex that
was that good, I'm going to want it like that all the time from now on."

   "Amen to that."  I replied while I continued to have fun with her tits.

   "So anyway, I think I'm going to have to start smoking at least two packs a
day, so that I'm conditioned to be able to handle smoking and sex at the same
time."  She advised.

   "Well Jill darling, I guess we'll just have to make that sacrifice.  But, I
assure you, I'll make it worth your while."  I replied.

   She gazed into my eyes with a pleased smile on her face and whispered in a
sexy little voice, "Oh thank you Jimmy.  I was hoping you'd say that.  By the
way, if you keep playing with my tits like that, you just might have to get it
up for me again, you big stud."

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