The Elusive California Dream, Part 7

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   THE ELUSIVE CALIFORNIA DREAM - Part 7 of 9
   
   14. New Horizons
   
   The two men sat side by side in their first-class seats on the big United
DC-10. The cabin was darkened and the in-flight movie was rolling but the men
continued to talk in hushed tones. The wide-bodied airliner was winging its
way back to San Francisco from the Washington-Dullas airport and was somewhere
over Nebraska.
   John and his partner, Mike Smith, the Vice President of Engineering and
Operations for Ilex, were discussing just how successful their one-day meeting
with Iridium had been in Washington, DC. Now they were headed back to San
Francisco on a late afternoon flight.
   "Did you see the way that Motorola engineer's eyes nearly popped out of his
head when you said that we could put the ENTIRE secure voice codec in their
little handset?" John asked, as Mike nodded his head and laughed.
   "Yeah. Your lead-in was perfect. Especially after the Motorola team had
just briefed Iridium on how great their 'pocket-sized' secure voice adapter
was. I knew we'd have 'em with our in-unit design."
   Both John and Mike were in good spirits. If this project came to fruition
for Ilex, it would be bigger than the Navy program John was chasing earlier.
Iridium was a communications consortium formed primarily from, and funded by,
Motorola's cellular phone business sector located in Tempe, Arizona. Iridium
had been launching Low Earth Orbit satellites (LEOs as they called them) at a
rate of approximately 5 jper month since 1997 with the hopes of becoming the
world's first truly global satellite / cellular provider. The idea was that a
person could theoretically be standing on the North Pole, or anywhere on the
globe for that matter, and, with a unit the size of a normal cellular phone,
talk directly up to a network of orbiting satellites then down to a gateway
station, and from there, into any phone in the world. Iridium was currently in
operational testing and would have the network available for public use within
the next few months. Ilex was attempting to enter the picture by bringing a
secure voice and data function to the handset and to the gateway stations
themselves. The early Iridium subscribers (including the US Military) had
expressed a clear concern that they wanted to operate the handsets with
complete security. They had virtually demanded that Iridium provide them with
a secure link from handset to handset before signing up for the service. John
had gotten wind of this desire through one of his contacts within the Navy and
before long, presto, he had a meeting with Iridium at their headquarters in
downtown Washington, DC.
   "You know John, if we can lock this deal up as Motorola's sole-supplier, we
can sell a million of these things over the next five years at $200 per....and
probably a million more after that."
   "I know. I've already done the business case and presented it to Al and
Conrad," he said. Then John lowered his voice and continued, "You know what
really burns me up though? Here we are again, about to hand a half billion
dollar program over to Ilex that, in reality, could be done by you and I and
five engineers."
   Mike knew where John was going with this. They had talked about it jokingly
before they left on their trip. "Yeah, but Iridium won't trust just 'you and I
and five engineers'. Before they award anything like this sole-source, they at
least need to see a company the size of Ilex behind it."
   "Ah, Mike, you've been living in your engineering world too long. A good
salesman can make anything happen." John grinned and pretended to radiate
supreme confidence before taking a sip of his scotch for added effect.
   "No, you've been living in the reality distortion field they call Marketing
too long." Mike smiled, then both men laughed. 
   However, deep down, both knew that this project could be done on a minimal
IR&D budget and that a tiny, independent firm could do the work as a sub to
Motorola and make millions! After an hour passed, John was slowly winning Mike
over. He told John that he'd at least think about his proposal to launch this
business venture together and circumvent Ilex.
   "Great," said John. He already had visions of telling Conrad to take his
'changes at the top' and stick 'em up his ass. He chuckled softly as a
fiendish look spread across his face.
   Mike noticed. "What? What's so funny?" He wanted to share in John's little
secret.
   "Oh, nothing. I was just thinking of something back at the office."
   Mike tried to decipher it. "Like Naomi? She's pretty funny."
   John laughed. "Yeah, she is funny, isn't she? But in an odd way. You know
what I mean?"
   "Oh yeah."
   "So, you've noticed it too. Good. I thought I was the only one she treated
strangely." Then John continued, "You know, I took her to lunch the other day
and it was like being lost in the twilight zone. She seemed to understand what
I was saying but was acting like I was from another planet." He added, "All
she did was smoke the entire time. Weird."
   Mike teased, "Come on John. You've got the hots for her. Admit it." He was
leading him on.
   "Yeah, right. She isn't bad looking though." John immediately summoned up a
vision of her on the patio doing her 'triple puff' routine. "She sort of
reminds me of a younger Ellen DeGeneres, if you know what I mean."
   At this, Mike broke into hilarious laughter.
   John seemed dumbfounded, like he didn't get the joke. "What?"
   Mike continued to laugh. "Oh boy, you haven't noticed have you? Sarah even
caught on and did some checking. Our gal Naomi is like your actress friend
Ellen there. She's got a dyke roommate and everything. I doubt that she's even
bi - probably just straight DC."
   "No kidding?" John could feel his face redden. He was embarrassed but
laughed along with Mike to show that he thought the entire situation was
funny.
   I'll be damned, he said to himself. Of course. It all made sense now. Her
constant rejections of his charm and wit. Her reluctance to go out to lunch
with him. Her not wanting to be around a bunch of families at the Ilex picnic
and not wanting to play in his skit. Actually, John was feeling relieved. He
couldn't believe any 'normal' women could treat him so coldly. Then, he got
wistful. He figured he would probably never look at Naomi the same way again
as she smoked for him on the Ilex patio.
   
   
   15. Surprise!
   
   Jenni was nervous again. She was about to finish her second cigarette in a
row in the rental car outside but the nicotine wasn't offering its usual
comfort. She freshened up her hair using the mirror on the visor, applied a
trace of perfume and plopped two breath mints in her mouth. Now, with her
sunglasses on, she took a final puff at the entrance to the Ilex lobby then
pushed open the big glass doors.
   A new receptionist (who Conrad had decided they needed) greeted her as she
approached the desk. From the look Jenni received, she figured she was not
being recognized as a customer or any other type of business associate. She
hoped this woman would at least think she was someone's wife. Yeah, maybe
someone's sexed-up wife. 
   Jenni was wearing a short, flowery, simple, yet very well-fitting dress.
She had on some large hoop earrings, a pair of white high-heeled shoes with
straps and carried a small matching purse. She pushed her Oakley sunglasses up
off her face and said, "Hi, I'd like to see John Patterson please."
   "Yes. And you are...?"
   "Uh, just tell him Jenni's here to see him." Now she was regretting her
choice of outfit.
   The receptionist smiled and said, "Certainly." She regarded Jenni with a
slight bit of suspicion as she punched some numbers on her large telephone
console. After a brief conversation with someone at the other end, she looked
back up at Jenni and said, "I'm sorry, he's unavailable. Would you like me to
leave a message or let him know you stopped by?"
   "What do you mean, unavailable?" Jenni put a forceful tone into her voice.
"Is he just 'unavailable' now and will be back or is he here now and just not
seeing anyone?"
   A silence hung in the air. She decided to back down and, in a more pleading
voice said, "I really need to see him. You see, I've come all this way
and...." Her words trailed off then she looked down at her shoes.
   "Would you like to talk to his assistant?" offered the receptionist. "She's
just around the corner through that large door." She pointed.
   Jenni brightened. "Yes, please. Could I?"
   "Sure. Just go on in through. She's the one at the second workstation."
   "Thanks. Thanks so much," Jenni replied with sincerity, and smiled for
her.
   Once through the oak door, she noticed the carpet was a little thicker
under her thin-soled shoes. The décor was nicer too. As Jenni walked past
Sarah, she felt the woman's eyes all over her. As she approached Naomi's area,
clearly aware of Sarah's staring, she said, "Hi, I'm here to see John
Patterson. Your receptionist told me you might be able to tell me where he
is?"
   Naomi gave Jenni her typically cool introductory look but then offered up a
gentle smile once making eye contact. She said, "I'm sorry. He's out on travel
today. Is it urgent? Can I help you in any way?" Naomi was curious as to whom
this woman was. It certainly couldn't be his wife. She'd seen the pictures on
John's desk.
   Jenni asked, "Do you know when he's coming back?"
   Naomi regarded the question. "I'm sorry. Can I ask who you are? Normally,
we don't just give out that information." She watched Jenni ponder, then
interjected, "Rules, you know."
   Now Jenni was wondering how she could've been so stupid as to botch this
visit too. She was still reeling from her deceptive introduction with Jill.
And now this, she sighed. "Yes. My name's Jenni Toliver. I've known John for a
long time," she lied, "and I was nearby, so I thought I'd stop in. Guess I'm
out of luck, huh?"
   Naomi was starting to get more curious, but not about her relationship to
John. She wanted to get to know this Jenni Toliver better. It was time to
smoke again as well. "Say, will you join me outside on the patio? I need a
cigarette and I think I can tell you where John is and when he'll be back."
   Jenni welcomed any information she could get. "Sure, I can join you. I
don't have to be anywhere else at the moment."
   Naomi stood up and picked up her pack of VS 120s off the corner of the
desk. "Great. Follow me."
   They stepped out on the patio. It was a sunny afternoon and three other
people (a man and two women) were also outside smoking. Naomi wasted no time
putting the ultra-long cigarette between her lips and lighting up with the
efficiency of the two-pack-a-day smoker that she was. Jenni briefly marveled
at the 120-millimeter cigarette and then reached into her white bag for her
own pack.
   "Oh, cool. You smoke too?" asked Naomi as she finished a lovely exhale into
the bright sun.
   "Yeah. I've noticed since I've been out west, you can't smoke anywhere
inside at all, can you?"
   "Absolutely not. This is the 'Peoples Republic of California'. We're the
only state in the union that is phasing in a progressive set of laws that will
one day outlaw tobacco use altogether. While, as we speak, the same state
legislators are making it legal to purchase and use marijuana just about
anywhere you please as long as it's for 'medicinal purposes'. Ha." Then Naomi
thought for a moment. "You say you're not from around here?"
   Oops. Another gaff. Shit. "Uh, yeah. I'm visiting some relatives and knew
that John worked here. Again, that's why I stopped."
   "Oh, you poor thing. You might miss him. Do you leave today?"
   "Friday."
   "Oh, good. John gets back from Washington DC tonight and will be in the
office tomorrow morning. Maybe you can meet him here tomorrow?"
   Then Jenni got an idea. "When does he get in? Maybe I could meet him this
evening."
   Naomi took a long puff on her VS 120 as she thought for a moment. "I'm not
sure. Later this evening. I have his itinerary at my desk. I'll give you a
copy when we finish here." Jenni noted that smoke mixed with her words the
entire time she spoke. When she finished, she pursed her lips and watched the
final traces leave her body.
   "That'd be great," said Jenni.
   The two women smoked in silence for a few minutes and Jenni finished her
VSML first. Naomi still had about a quarter of her cigarette left when Jenni
said, "Naomi, do you like smoking the longer cigarettes? I didn't even know
Virginia Slims made a brand that long 'til I saw yours."
   Naomi smiled. "I wouldn't smoke anything else. My roommate and I both smoke
them. I like the extra length for the added smoking time. See. You're done and
I've still got about," she looked down at her cigarette, "six more puffs.
Would you like to try one?"
   Jenni grinned. The longer length did look inviting. "Sure, I guess. Do we
have time? Don't you have to get back to your desk?"
   "Of course we have time. I could sit and watch you smoke all day." 
   Jenni gave Naomi a quizzical look then smiled, not catching or
understanding the full meaning of her comment. She thought Naomi had said, "I
could sit here and smoke all day." She accepted the cigarette and immediately
tried a long puff after getting it going. "Oh, this isn't menthol," she said
as smoke poured from her mouth and nose.
   Naomi touched Jenni's thigh then spoke in a very low voice, "You like
menthol? I have an entire carton back at my apartment. You can come over
tonight and smoke all you want with me."
   Now Jenni knew she wasn't hearing things. She was getting nervous and
wondered what to say. God, she's a lesbian. And she's starting to come on to
me. This is too much. "Oh, thanks, no. I have plans tonight with my, uh,
sister." She decided to play ignorant. After Jenni finished talking, she took
a long puff on her non-mentholated cigarette with hopes of changing the
conversation.
   It had the opposite effect. Naomi watched Jenni then simultaneously puffed
on her cigarette. As Jenni began her nice long exhale into the breeze, Naomi
intertwined her smoke with Jenni's and gave her a very alluring smile.
   Now Jenni was intimidated and indignant at the same time. Rather than
chicken out and continue her play-dumb routine, she confronted Naomi. "And
where might your roommate be this evening when I come over to uh, smoke with
you?"
   "Out of town." Silence again enveloped the women then Naomi lightened up by
offering a benign smile. "Come on Jen. It's okay. I'm just flirting with
you."
   "Uh-huh." It was all Jenni could think of as smoke flowed in and out of her
chest in a series of multiple puffs.
   "Seriously. I can see you're straight." Then she offered, "You smoke for
men; I smoke for women. It's no big deal."
   Jenni continued her smoke in / smoke out routine. The massive dose of
nicotine was acting as a soothing agent making it possible to sit through this
bizarre conversation.
   Naomi laughed. "I know about John. You're 'seeing' him aren't you?"
   This got Jenni to stop her nervous puffing. "How do you know?" She figured
Naomi might've overheard a phone conversation or intercepted some of their
email.
   "Lucky guess." After a brief pause, Naomi offered, "Come on, let's go back
inside and I'll get you a copy of John's schedule. You can surprise him." Then
she let out a sinister laugh.
   
   Jenni cursed to herself as she sat in a very slow moving line of commute
traffic headed north on the Bayshore Freeway. Shit. I'm going to be late. Why
am I doing this anyway? She was having another case of the doubts. Doubts
about why she flew to San Francisco in the first place and now, doubts about
why she was driving up to the airport to catch John by surprise. I am NOT a
stalker, she reminded herself. That was the reason for this planned
confrontation in the first place. I'll be damned if I'm going to come all the
way out here and not see him!
   Finally, after almost an hour and a half after leaving Ilex and that
oddball Naomi, she could see the exit sign for San Francisco International up
ahead. Many cars were lined up in the 'ONLY' lane also headed to the airport
so she was down to a crawl. Christ, it's 6:30 PM and John's flight lands at 7.
And look at all this construction going on. The airport had been under major
renovation for months and, as Jenni correctly assumed, parking was a
nightmare.
   She was having a major case of stress when she entered the concourse with
less than five minutes to spare and started looking for the gate. And of
course, you can't smoke in here. God, I hate this state. Out of breath, she
placed her small purse on the security conveyor belt and asked the guard which
gate the flight from Dullas was due to come in on. There were crowds of people
everywhere. "Gate 55 ma'am. Just around the corner."
   Luck was with her. As Jenni approached the waiting area, she could see
through the glass, the big United DC-10 just taxiing up. She positioned
herself behind two rows of people waiting for the arrival of passengers so she
could spot him then initiate the first contact...similar to what she did in
Fort Lauderdale the last time they met.
   Jenni was nervous when she saw the door to the jetway swing open and the
first few passengers emerge. She bit her lower lip and quivered when she saw
John step into the gate area. He was smiling and talking with some man she
hadn't seen before. Damn. Naomi didn't say he was traveling with anyone. Maybe
he just met the guy on the plane and he'll say goodbye soon. Jenni followed
them at a safe distance. John and this other man appeared to be in deep
conversation and were not even remotely aware of her presence about 20 feet
aft walking at their pace. Finally, the two men stopped and looked like they
would soon part. They had their garment bags slung over their shoulders and
continued to talk at a slightly faster rate. Jenni ducked into a doorway to
one of the airport coffee shops and stood watching John. She felt her heart
rate increase. John cut a very handsome figure. He was dressed in an expensive
light gray business suit with one of those colorful 'Jerry Garcia' ties. His
hair was thick and dark and combed stylishly back yet it maintained a very
loose, natural appearance. His jacket was unbuttoned giving him a casual yet
somewhat commanding presence. At this moment, she felt she could love him.
This wasn't the first time she fantasized about running off with him to say,
Las Vegas and marrying him. Then she was reminded of Jill and frowned. There's
no way I can break-up that marriage. And did you see that cute little daughter
of his? What was her name, Kyle? He's never going to leave them. Nonetheless,
Jenni wanted him. If not for love, then for the mere sexual romp they had
started only weeks ago in Fort Lauderdale. As she watched him say goodbye to
this other man, Jenni sensed deep from within herself that she wanted him, she
wanted him in her, right now. Then we'll see what develops...
   He must be headed to his car. I must intercept him now...now or never, she
thought. Jenni moved quickly and caught up behind him then rode the escalator
down towards the parking lot. She could now actually smell his cologne. And he
still doesn't even recognize that I'm only four feet away! Finally, at the
bottom of the moving stairs, she called out, "John?"
   He turned around to give an inquiring smile. Then his expression turned to
something resembling 'Holy Shit!' "JENNI?"
   "Hi John!" Jenni was acting like she had just stumbled upon John here in
the San Francisco Airport.
   He gave her a huge grin, then looked around briefly to see if she was with
someone else. Tina perhaps? A man? She broke the ice and reached out to give
him a big hug. They awkwardly kissed each other on the cheeks. John was still
dazed. "What...what brings you out to San Francisco? Your job? Are you flying
out here now?" He was stumbling badly. He sensed what Jenni thought earlier;
this looks like a stalking.
   She slid up beside his arm and grinned. "Yeah. I'm out here for an
interview with Delta's regional office," she partially lied. "They asked me if
I wanted to get on with a flight crew based out of the Bay Area. So I'm
checking it out." She was now trying to hold his hand. "What do you think?"
   "Oh, that's great," John said almost in a daze. "Are you just arriving?"
   "No. Actually, I came out here to meet a friend." She looked around. "Can
we go somewhere to talk? I'd love to tell you what's going on." God, I have
some explaining to do, she thought.
   John seemed suspicious but unwilling to say anything. He looked at his
watch. "Well, I was planning on heading home." Then he thought about Jill and
how she still wasn't speaking to him, for the most part. "What do you have in
mind?" He wondered if she was still smoking.
   "Well, since I knew I was coming out here for an interview anyway (another
lie), I thought I'd look you up. I contacted your office." She didn't want to
reference Naomi. "And, anyway," she grinned in an effort to look silly, "can
we just sit somewhere and talk?"
   Jenni looked unthreatening to him -- not quite the image of a female
stalker, he thought. He was worried that she'd be confrontational about his
last email suggesting that they not see each other again. "Sure," he said in a
soothing voice. "Let's go back up and duck into the Starbucks near the top of
the stairs."
   As soon as they sat down at one of the secluded tables, Jenni purposely
reached into her purse and pulled out her near-full pack of her Virginia Slims
Menthol Lights. She knew there was no smoking allowed in the airport but
wanted John to see them. If he felt anything for her, she knew that this pack
of cigarettes would act like a magnet. "Oh, shoot. That's right. You can't
smoke in here, can you?" She set the pack directly on the table with the lid
partially cracked.
   John immediately smiled and extended his hand out to hers. "I don't think
so. You're still smoking though...at other times, I mean?" He definitely
looked pleased.
   Jenni giggled, "Yeah. I'm still smoking. I'm definitely hooked now. In
fact, I'd love one right now. How about you?" She was enticing him.
   "Jen. We can't smoke here." He placed his hand on top of hers. Oh, this is
good, he thought. This is wonderful! He desperately wanted to see her smoke
again. "Maybe if we go outside...."
   "Or maybe go to your car?" she suggested with a playful smile.
   John thought for a moment. "Okay. We can go to my car. Come on."
   They got up and made their way back to the parking lot. Jenni held his hand
and with her other, she clutched her pack of Virginia Slims. She could see the
affect it was already having on him. They were walking rapidly as he led her
to the car. His Lexus was parked on the roof of the parking garage and he
could see a line of cars forming at the exit. He guessed they'd have a long
wait if he tried to leave now. He quickly threw his brief case and garment bag
in the trunk then ran around to open the passenger door. John could already
feel himself getting hard and wondered what was going to happen next. He
honestly didn't have a clue at this point.
   They both sat down in the soft leather seats. Jenni looked wonderful. She
was still wearing her sexy and skimpy dress from this afternoon and she had
just lowered her sunglasses to the early evening sun. She let out an excited
laugh. "Is it okay to smoke in here?"
   "Of course. Here, let me crack the windows." Before John reached into his
jacket pocket to pull out one of his own Benson and Hedges, he watched Jenni
light up. He was captivated and felt instantly in love again. In lust would've
been a better choice, he thought. 
   Jenni lit her cigarette with such grace and ease, it was like she'd been
smoking for years. She certainly didn't look like the novice he first saw in
The Café Iguana a month ago. Jenni inhaled her very first puff then followed
with a second. After inhaling a second time, she looked at John and said for
his benefit, "Ummm, this tastes dreamy." Then she blew her smoke in his
direction rather than at the open window.
   John said, "You've really got the hang of smoking now, don't you?" He
wanted her to rub his throbbing cock.
   "Oh, yes." Jenni took several more long puffs and inhaled. "I'll never be
able to stop smoking now. I just love it." (Ah jus luv it.) She read his mind
as she used her left hand to gently start stroking his crotch. As she felt him
get more excited, she couldn't resist the temptation to keep taking longer
puffs. With the rich smoke in her mouth, she was giving him perfect glimpses
of her creamy snap inhales. Each time the smoke would pop, John would moan.
Finally, she started exhaling her smoke directly into his mouth. He greedily
accepted it. 
   They were both going at it hard and heavy. Jenni was practically on top of
him when John noticed a couple walking towards the car. They were obviously
only heading towards the terminal but still, he figured they could see he and
Jenni so he moved to break contact.
   Jenni looked puzzled as smoke streamed from her nose.
   He quickly pronounced, "Someone's coming. They can see us."
   "Oh." She moved back towards her side of the car and rested low in the
seat. As the couple walked by the right side of the vehicle, she made brief
eye contact with the man and started another long puff. He kept moving. Jenni
audibly inhaled for John's benefit and then suggested, "We can go to my
place...if you'd like." Then she tipped her head in a sexy manner and directed
her smoke towards the window this time.
   John was so horny now, all he could come back with was, "I'd like."
   
   During the drive back down the Bayshore Freeway in his car, Jenni finally
asked, "You didn't mean to send me that little ol' email saying we shouldn't
see each other again, did you?" A nice line of smoke ran from her mouth and
nose as she lifted her head towards the glass.
   "Of course not. I must've been insane." Yes I did, but we can do it one
more time, he said to himself. He kept a careful eye on her as he maneuvered
in and out of traffic. Her sunglasses were resting on her forehead. She looked
fantastic sitting on the rich leather seat next to him in her slinky dress
smoking so seductively for all the world to see.
   "Good." Jenni marveled at how much power she had over this man simply by
smoking for him. She was looking forward to bringing him back to her room for
several highly intense lovemaking sessions, just like she'd planned. Then
she'd find out just where their relationship stood.
   John pulled into her Courtyard Marriott hotel and asked, "You're staying
here? You know, you're only about a mile from where I work."
   She laughed, "No kidding?" then stepped out of John's luxury car, took a
last puff on her half-spent cigarette and dropped it in the parking lot. Of
course I know, she said to herself. Smoke trailed in her wake as she took his
arm to lead him to her room.
   John was nervous again. Several hours ago, sitting on the airplane, he
certainly had no idea that he'd ever be in a hotel room with this beautiful
smoking goddess again. It was like a fantasy being handed to him without even
asking. However, he still felt a little anxious about 'doing it' with her,
especially after he swore to himself that he would never even see her again.
He looked at his wristwatch and wondered when Jill expected him home. Oh, the
hell with her, he thought. She's still pissed at me. "Say Jill, do you have
anything to drink in your room?" He meant, do you have any liquor in your
room?
   Jenni stopped dead in her tracks. "Jill?!" Oh brother, what a gaffe, she
thought. She wanted to perceive he was just tense. After all, she'd caught him
by surprise at the airport just as he was headed home. Rather than get
offended and pursue the 'Jill' remark, she laughed and said, "It's Jenni,
honey. I'm not your wife."
   John felt like a complete fool. Despite her shrugging it off, he was
embarrassed. Maybe this isn't such a good thing to be doing, he thought. "Oh
God, Jenni. I'm sorry. I'm just a little exhausted from the long day. Like I
said, is there anything to drink around here?" He would never admit he was
nervous.
   Jenni remembered there was a lounge just off the lobby that served alcohol.
It was just a short walk from her room. "Yeah. Let's go up front and sit down
for a while...then we can, uh, continue."
   When the drinks arrived, John practically downed his scotch in one gulp. He
began to immediately feel its effects and started to relax. Jenni suggested
they go outside to the courtyard through the French doors and sit down. It was
almost dark outside and the patio lights created a nice ambiance. They could
finish their drinks out here before going back inside. Besides, Jenni wanted
to have another cigarette where he could give her his undivided attention,
unlike back in the car. She dug into her small purse and pulled out a new pack
of cigarettes.
   Perfect, thought John. It was almost as if this entire evening had been
choreographed. Immediately he noticed that this new pack was taller and not
the Virginia Slims Lights that he'd seen her with in the car. These were
menthol 120s!
   Jenni had enjoyed trying Naomi's longer cigarettes earlier this afternoon.
It wasn't so much the extra smoking time one could gain, it was the added
attractiveness they provided. It was as if these cigarettes were made
specifically for women to say, hey, look at me, don't I look sexy? Jenni had
picked up this pack just before heading to the airport this afternoon. 
   As John watched her light the VS120, his reservations about their little
rendezvous quickly evaporated. The scotch that was now coursing through his
veins and watching Jenni just hold that 120 had him prepared for anything. His
rock hard cock offered further reassurance. They sat in silence for several
minutes as he watched Jenni take very long puffs on her new cigarette and blow
the smoke into the night air. She let him stare. In fact, she was encouraging
it. Finally he broke the silence and said, "Come on Virginia Slims girl, let's
go fuck."
   
   Jenni had just opened the door to her room and got the light on when John
nearly attacked her. They were in the entry way when he grabbed her and
started kissing her, kissing her hard all around her mouth, on the lips, the
tip of her nose, her chin, and cheeks. Then, he'd go back to her full lips,
licking them with his tongue and kissing the upper and lower each
individually. His hands were running all over her body from the small of her
back up to her full breasts. He massaged her under her dress and then slid it
off her firm body. Jenni was still holding her VS120 in her right hand when he
lowered her onto the king-size bed, shed his pants and entered her with his
firmly erect member. Jenni couldn't believe the pace that John was setting.
Last time, he was more tenuous and much more responsive to her needs. Now, she
was being almost violently taken as her body yielded to this man's urgent
needs. As he rammed her harder and harder she raised her legs into the air to
maximize his penetration. She wanted to take a puff on her cigarette but their
violent rhythm was causing her head to bob back and forth too fast. Despite
the quick and crude method John was using, Jenni was starting to enjoy it.
This was one of her fantasies, being taken by a strange man, in a strange
place and in this violently selfish manner. John was starting to moan louder
and louder. Oh no, she figured. He's ready to come. Jenni tried to concentrate
on her own orgasm but he was way ahead of her. Roughly five minutes after
entering the room, John came in a massive climax with his eyes closed and arms
laced around her back.
   Jenni sighed to herself, it's over. She let him rest inside her as she
stubbed out her cigarette in the bedside ashtray. She never got to take a puff
since being on the patio. "Oh John," she said in a resigned manner.
   "I know, I know. I couldn't help it. You were driving me crazy just
watching you from the time we got in my car at the airport." He paused. "But
don't worry, this puppy'll be hard again in no time," he boasted.
   Jenni showed him a forgiving grin. "You promise? I mean, you just got here.
I thought we'd do a lot more than just this," she taunted him.
   "I promise," he said. He was thinking he should slide out of her so he
could begin some of the foreplay she expected and deserved for their next
session but she told him to stay put. Instead, Jenni reached onto the
nightstand for her purse. She had to really stretch to grab it and keep John
inside her at the same time. She could feel that he was fairly limp now.
   John knew what she was doing as soon as he saw her pull the long
green-striped VS120 pack out. He had carefully maneuvered off the top her but
was able to keep his waning member inside by keeping his pelvis shoved against
hers. Jenni slid a single cigarette out and placed it between her lips. She
imagined he was already getting hard again as she lit it. John just lay beside
her (and inside her) and watched as she deeply inhaled her first puff. He
watched as the smoke gently exited her chest and floated in a loose stream
towards the ceiling. Jenni inhaled her second puff deeper still. John knew he
was getting harder yet wanted to prolong their second session. He spoke, "So,
Jenni how was your day today?" Then he laughed.
   "We'll see, as soon as we're done fucking again," she said between
consecutive puffs.
   "You're inhaling so deeply," he observed.
   "I'm imagining my smoke going so far down inside me that it's reaching your
cock," she whispered, with smoke coming out with her words.
   "I'm going to start moving back and forth just a little. If I feel I'm
getting close, I'll stop."
   Jenni didn't say anything. She just kept taking longer puffs and inhaling
deeper and deeper. John started rocking slowly in and out of her and began to
massage her breasts. He imagined feeling her smoke-filled lungs just below the
surface of her smooth body. He couldn't believe how hard he was again yet he
felt much more control.
   "Don't you want some of this delicious smoke?" Jenni whispered again as she
looked at the ceiling.
   They were practically cheek to cheek when John turned his head and kissed
her allowing her to exhale into him. The rich smoke from her lungs filled him
then he exhaled back to her just as she was inhaling another puff of her own.
The smoke mixed and went traveling down into Jenni's chest. John again
massaged her breasts and maneuvered back on top of her. He was still moving
slowly back and forth in and out of her super-slick vagina when she spoke,
"John, I've GOT to keep smoking this time. Please fuck me gently so I can keep
smoking." With this, she began a five-second puff.
   He watched her smoke underneath him as she wiggled in pleasure. John was
thankful he was able to control his orgasm this time, for he didn't want this
show to end. Jenni still had more than half her cigarette left. For a time,
she stopped her deliberate exhales and just let the smoke exit her nose each
time he gently bumped her. He wasn't sure she wanted to talk but he decided to
ask her, "How are you feeling Virginia Slims girl? You doing okay?"
   She opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Oh yes," she moaned. She put her
free hand around his neck and drew him closer. He was expecting to receive
another one of her sweet exhales but instead she asked, "Will you do something
for me?"
   "Anything," he said without giving it a thought.
   "Will you smoke with me...as we 'do it'?"
   He expected her to hand him the cigarette.
   As he reached out to take it she said, "No silly. I want you to have one of
yours. You know, from your pack."
   John was amused. She was taking this smoking game farther than he would've
thought but he aimed to please so he gently slid out of her and went over to
his jacket and reached in the pocket. When he turned around, he saw Jenni
lighting a fresh VS120. She extended her flame to him after getting hers
going. He caught it with the tip of his Benson and Hedges, then crawled back
in bed.
   Jenni moaned in pleasure as he re-entered her. He sensed she was suddenly
raised to a new level of excitement now that they were both smoking. At first,
John didn't know what to do with his cigarette after his first puff so Jenni
volunteered to hold it. She was in a very good position, lying beneath him, to
smoke during their intercourse. For John it was a bit awkward. Finally Jenni
did something that surprised them both. As John resumed their previous
lovemaking tempo, Jenni put both cigarettes, her new VS120 and his B&H, in her
mouth and dragged for a long time. Both cigarette tips glowed brightly in the
softly lit room. When Jenni finally removed them for her inhale, John was
amazed at the thickness of the creamy white smoke that floated in her mouth
before quickly disappearing inside her. When she finished breathing in, he
felt her vaginal muscles contract around his penis. He sensed that she was
ready to come so he concentrated on giving her more friction and deeper
penetration. He was moving faster and faster all the time watching smoke leave
her body in a series of involuntary exhales. He leaned down and kissed her
then pulled back to allow her to exhale more of the smoke. After seven
exhales, the streams were finally getting less dense. Just when she had no
more smoke to give, Jenni came in a tumultuous, ear-splitting orgasm that made
her drop the cigarettes on the nightstand as she quivered uncontrollably for
almost 30 seconds. John still had not gotten off himself for a second time but
felt very close. When Jenni had stopped writhing beneath him, she immediately
picked up both cigarettes and said, "Go ahead John, keep fucking me."
   He asked with mild concern, "Are you okay?"
   "Oh yeah, baby. I'm okay. Please, I want you to come inside me again." With
that, Jenni raised the cigarettes to her lips again and took a long puff. She
inhaled once again only after showing him all the rich and creamy smoke in her
mouth. Keeping this vision firmly planted in his mind, John closed his eyes
and rode Jenni hard. She kept saying beneath him, "Oh John, keep fucking me. I
love smoking while you fuck me. The smoke is so rich, it's making me dizzy.
But, oh, it feels sooo good. Watch me. Watch me!"
   John opened his eyes to see her take another puff with just one cigarette
this time. Still, there was enough smoke for her to perform a perfect French
inhale. She expertly pumped the smoke from her mouth to her nose as he
continued to plunge into her hot pussy.
   "Don't you love to watch me smoke?" Jenni was pulling out all the stops
now. She was going beyond what she initially calculated was appropriate to say
to him. "Please, watch me! Watch me!" She started another long puff almost as
if she were out of control.
   John watched her exhale as she bounced beneath him from his violent
thrusts. He was going to come soon. She was still speaking to him in a rapid
monologue, "I love to smoke John I never will stop keep fucking me I want to
smoke for you forever I love you I love to smoke for you I want to always
smoke for you just keep fucking me please please I love you I love you....."
   He couldn't believe his ears. He knew these words should be disturbing him
but didn't let it interfere with his orgasm. He let her have it with reckless
abandon right up until the end, until he started shaking then collapsing on
top of her. She trailed off with, "...keep smoking for you I can't quit I love
smoking please I love you....."
   Jenni finally stopped her drone. He rolled off of her and rested for a
moment. She continued to remain quiet then said, "I gotta get up. Oh God, I
gotta get up! Move!" She handed him her cigarette.
   "What's wrong? Are you okay?" John was concerned. He'd never seen anyone
smoke with the voracity that she just had, including Naomi with her 'triple
puff'.
   "I think I'm going to be sick," she said as she ran naked to the bathroom.
   John could hear her throwing up into the toilet. She was also crying. Poor
kid, he thought, she really is sick. He genuinely felt sorry for her. He
wanted to go comfort her but figured in her state, she'd be better off left
alone, at least for the moment. 
   Then he started to think to himself, just what the hell was she doing? He
was calm now. His two orgasms had given him the ability to reflect and put
this episode into a more sane perspective. Something was unsettling with the
way Jenni had behaved. He shifted uneasily under the covers. Definitely
unsettling. What was I doing? And what was with this, 'I love you' stuff? He
took a deep breath. 
   Poor Jenni was still in the bathroom making soft spitting sounds and crying
harder.

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