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Charlie's Smoke-Filled Odyssey (part 1) On the occasion of his 35th birthday, Charlie X planned a trip. He'd been living fairly well for several years, lucky with money and lucky in life, but circumstances prevented him from really pursuing his one sexual fantasy. You see, Charlie was a Californian, born and bred, and California was becoming, by fast degrees, an anti-smoker's paradise. But Charlie was a smoker. And more than that: Charlie was a smoking fetishist. His parents had been smokers throughout his childhood. And as was not uncommon in the 1960s, Charlie's mother had smoked while pregnant with him. During his early years, his mother and the other adult women in his life had smoked heavily, and they'd all smoked long, white cigarettes. He didn't really come to grips with his fetish until much later, but he was always aware of it, from his very first hard-on in the fifth grade -- when a tough, Marlboro-smelling girl had sat beside him on the school bus -- through college, when he began to realize that only women who smoked could really arouse him to his full potential. Charlie had been single for several years, and it was getting harder and harder to meet attractive smokers in San Francisco. He'd considered moving to Europe, where smoking is still widely accepted as something girls do regularly from the age of 12 onward, but he was loathe to leave his home country for good. Still, he'd travelled through Europe several times, and the wonderful array of confident, beautiful, dedicated young smokers he'd encountered continued to fuel his many and varied masurbatory fantasies. Charlie planned a road trip across America. He'd read many times that smoking was again on the rise among teenage American girls, so he was eager to leave California and get a good glimpse of the next generation. Though not an effeminate man, Charlie would, when alone, switch from his regular, everyday brand to Benson & Hedges Full-Flavor Menthol 100's, which he considered the sexiest of cigarettes. Like any seasoned fetishist, he could identify just about any brand at 20 yards, and when he saw a woman lift a B&H to her hungry lips, he never failed to respond with arousal. On the first day of his trip, Charlie must have smoked 20 B&H Menthols, as well as a few of his regular brand. He determined that he'd try to meet or exceed this level of intake for the duration, in hopes that a sort of aura might build around him, attracting women who shared his particular passion. Driving through California's central valley, he was disappointed to see very few smokers among his fellow drivers, but he knew that things would definitely pick up when he hit Las Vegas, where smoking is not merely legal, but almost mandatory. Arriving around midnight, he checked into a room, showered, and made a bee-line for the blackjack tables, where one could select one's gambling partners and be assured of at least one cigarette's worth of comraderie. Sure enough, the casino was packed with lady smokers. Many elderly women, some with oxygen masks, which they removed only to inhale; some hard-core danglers; some young white-trashy women, getting lights off their mothers and grandmothers at adjoining slot machines; even a very visibly pregnant woman of around 25, who smoked with such vigor that Charlie smiled to himself, thinking "Oh well, she's smoking for two, now." He chose a $5-minimum table, occupied by two women and overseen by a third, a tall, black-haired dealer of about 30. Of the two players beside him, one was quite young, perhaps 23 or 24, a ski-bunny sorority-type with a nearly empty pack of Marlboro Lights on the table in front of her. The other woman was older, maybe 45, a very elegantly dressed redhead who chained Virginia Slims Menthol Lights out of a black leather cigarette pouch. After a few hands, the young blond reached for a Marlboro Light, which Charlie offered to light. She accepted, her soft, girlish cheeks hollowing hard to sustain a deep, 6-second drag. Impressed, Charlie introduced himself, and learned that her name was Lucy. Meanwhile, the older woman to his right chained into yet another VS, smoke pouring in twin streams from her upturned nostrils. Charlie was having a lucky streak, but Lucy was losing nearly every hand, so he offered to buy her a drink at the bar in the Keno Lounge, where they could chat and smoke without losing too much money. Lucy agreed, grateful for the break. She collected her things, took a final hard drag on her cigarette, made a move to stub it out, then reconsidered and lit another off the first, her cheeks again drawing in to enhance the pull of wonderful smoke into her young lungs. She wore a white turtleneck sweater that showed her pert but ample breasts to maximum effect. As they walked and Lucy took another much-needed drag, Charlie thought he saw her nipples growing slightly more erect at the inhale. Between his legs, a similar erection made itself felt. Lucy had a very sophisticated, just-so hold, very feminine, especially while she walked. They sat at the bar and introduced themselves more fully. She was a senior at such-and-such college, a pre-med student. Generally, Charlie would seek to avoid med students, who tended to be pushy in their healthfulness. But Lucy was clearly different, and he was happy for such an opportunity to inquire as to the extent of her habit. "So, do your peers give you a lot of shit for being a smoker?" This prompted her to feel absently for her pack. She shook out the last Marlboro Light and leaned forward slightly, as a hint. "I don't care -- I'm smoking for life," she boldly asserted as Charlie lit her up. "Thank God this is the last of these things, though," she murmured, the white tube bobbing between her lips. She pulled hard and executed a brilliant snap inhale on removal. "I got these out of a vending machine a while ago. I want my menthols!" Charlie's dick stood at full attention. "Oh yeah?," he asked, lighting a Camel Filter, "What do you usually smoke?" She treated him to a nice french inhale. "Benson & Hedges, just like my mom." Charlie was ready, pulling a pack from his jacket pocket: "Hmm, well you can have these -- they're my roommate's. She asked me to carry them for her last night, but she's back in San Francisco, so I'm sure she's already started another pack." Lucy's face lit up like a kid's at Christmas. "Thank God," she repeated. The pack was almost full, so Charlie started making plans to hang with her as long as possible. Lucy crushed the half-smoked cigarette in an ashtray, grabbed Charlie's lighter and brought her B&H to life. Charlie couldn't believe how much her style changed, how clearly her addiction shone through. She dragged like every one would be her last, french inhaled every hit, gasped and sighed with erotic satisfaction with every exhale, then chained into a second cigarette when the first still had a good drag or two left. "Tell me, Charlie, are you staying in this hotel?," she asked, smoke trailing her every word. "I'm up on the Strip, but it's so far away, and my girlfriends have abandoned me. I could really use a nap before I head back." Charlie wanted to pinch himself, but he rolled with it. "Yeah, I'm up on the 5th floor, and I've got two beds, though I'm here alone. Feel free to crash awhile. I could use a little shut-eye too, after ten hours on the road." Waiting for the elevator, Lucy pulled out another B&H for Charlie to light. It occurred to him that she'd somehow read his mind and was playing diretly to his fetish. Either that, or she had the fetish herself. Or both. She was outpacing him by about three to one, but he didn't mind a bit. "So, Lucy, do you have any brothers or sisters?" "Yeah," (heavy drag) "two sisters, both younger." He wanted to ask whether they were champion smokers, too, but didn't dare. At the 5th floor, they got off and found Charlie's room. His bags were still packed, so he started poking around for his toothbrush and the like. "Sorry I don't have a spare," he said, "but I guess you can use mine." "That's very intimate of you," she purred, stubbing out her B&H Menthol, "but I'm okay. I like to have a little Menthol breath when I wake up." At this Chalie's cock again rose to full stature. He saw her eyes graze his tight crotch, but she made no mention of it. "Do you plan to sleep all night, or just a few hours?" "Either way," he replied, sitting on one bed to conceal his bulge a bit. "How 'bout you?" "Either way," she echoed, smiling. She kicked off her pumps and started wriggling out of her tight black slacks. "Funny, I feel pretty comfortable with you, for someone I just met. Mind if I sleep nude? That's what I'm used to." "How could I?," Charlie stammered. Lucy giggled, then yanked her sweater over her head. "Turn around." Charlie did as he was told. A moment later, she was in bed. "Okay, I'm ready. Could you hand me my smokes?" Charlie brought her the pack, his lighter, and an ashtray, then stripped to his shorts and hopped into the other bed, grabbing his Camels and another ashtray. "Want the light off?" "Yes please. The bathroom light is fine. That way we can see if we need to." Another B&H was already smoldering between her teasing lips. "I just love smoking in bed, don't you? Especially naked. 'The first of the day and the last of the day,' my mom always says. Those are the best." Charlie lit a Camel with a book of hotel matches. He rolled over on one side so he could see her busty silhouette more clearly under the blankets. She kept the B&H between her lips, dragging methodically. Her hands were tucked suspiciously under the covers. Finally she spoke. "Charlie, can I admit something to you?" She took one hand from beneath the blanket, ashed her cigarette, then replaced it between her soft lips. Charlie had never been more aroused. "Sure, what is it?" "I think you're real cute." Charlie almost came, but held on for more. "Thanks, Lucy. The same goes for you, needless to say." Lucy removed her hand once again, extinguished her cigarette, grabbed another, and lit it. "Can I tell you something else?" She dragged very heavily, smoke cascading out of her nostrils. "I'm super, super horny right now." At this, Charlie threw back his blanket to reveal the biggest hard-on of his life. "The same goes for me." Lucy laughed. "Could you step over here for a second and give me a hand?" Charlie snuffed out his Camel and stepped over to Lucy's bed, his throbbing member preceding him. Lucy stared at his groin. "Ooooh, Mister Big!" Charlie sat on the edge of Lucy's bed. "Charlie," she cooed, "I really like to use both hands when I play with myself. Could you deal with my ashes for me?" Smoke drifted from between her lips as she spoke. Charlie reached over and took the burning cigarette from between her lips, knocked the long ash into the ashtray, then returned the B&H to its proper resting place. "Mmmmmmmm, you're sweet," she sighed. "You can play with yourself too, sweetie. I'd like that." He reached down and started stroking himself. Every once in awhile he'd take Lucy's cigarette from her whispering lips to knock the ash. When one cigarette burned down, she'd ask him to light another. With Charlie's help, she enjoyed several orgasms, especially after raising the stakes to two simultanous Menthol 100s. Soon Charlie was giving her smoky kisses while she moaned soft profanities: "Oh, daddy, baby needs smoke... light me, daddy... light me again, now! i need it! mmmm, baby loves your smoke... fill me with your smoke, pretty please... come with me, Charlie, come with me, baby, come with me!" Charlie finally shot his wad while Lucy screamed with pleasure. Both lay panting for a few minutes, then Charlie grabbed the last two B&H Menthols from the pack at lit them together. He shared his exhale with Lucy, then placed one of cigarettes between her lips. "That was my fantasy, Lucy. Where on earth did you come from?" "It's one of mine, too," she smiled. "I assume you've got a carton of these stashed somewhere?" Her cigarette bounced happily as she hiked up onto her elbow, letting the blanket fall to reveal her young breasts. "Yes, I do." "Then make some coffee," she laughed. |
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