Smoking & Playing (Thank you for 1 Million views!)
The sun beat down mercilessly on the bustling city streets as summers day reached its peak. In the shade of a open window however, summer’s kiss delivered no sting. Instead, it fondled the reclining body of a woman, her body adorned by little else than the warm air and the fading sunlight filtering in. The room was littered with scattered remains of her day – a half consumed protein bar wrapper on the coffee table, earbuds still dangling from the smart speaker, remnants of her morning cuppa on the side table. She certainly wasn’t expecting company.
Elana took a deep drag from her cigarette, holding the smoke in her lungs for a moment as she examined her newly polished nails. The rich, earthy taste of tobacco intermingled with the lingering sweetness of her morning coffee on her tongue. As she exhaled, tendrils of grey unfurled from her slightly parted lips, dancing in the air before slowly dissipating. Her naked form sprawled on the couch, confessing itself to the warm room and the slivers of sunlight. She was on her smoking break.
Her free hand wandered lazily over her body, tracing the quivering curves that tugged away reluctantly from the firm couch cushions. Fingertips wandered over the tops of her thighs, tracing a regiments of small goosebumps already gathering their courage. Her other hand brought the cigarette to her lips once more for another deep draw. The beat up lighter clattered on the wooden end table. Combat thrift store lingerie of mismatched lace and satin hinted at her desire to be bahing in any shred of clothing. Her lewd defiance was equal parts wonderous and titillating.
She took another drag and let out a audible moan. Not from the nicotine rush, but from her own wandering hand having found its mark. Two fingers easily slipped inside her folds, already slick with anticipation. Her thighs clenched, arching her back reflexively as she gasped. The cigarette threatened to tumble from her hand but she managed to snatch it airborne. Breath hitched, her chest heaving as she shivered with her seemingly contradictory actions.
What a naughty woman she was! Fingering herself on her smoking break in the middle of the day. Had she been caught, the surprise alone would have been shattered. The societal shockwaves would have been seismic. But she trilled from such dangerous allure. She savored every last drag and thrust. Not a gambler by any means but this risk a devilish party trick that let her lose herself completely.
Her fingers picked up their tempo, plunging aimlessly into her plush depths. All else melted away, reducing her being to her pleasure and the rhythmic smoke billowing from her lips. Mires of lust and nicotine clouded her thoughts. Each thrust was met with a corresponding wave of erotic energy, building up ever more intense feelings in the pit of her stomach. Her pace only quickened as droplets of sweat matted her hair and clung to her brow.
She could feel that knot of pleasure tensing up, threatening to snap if teased just a little more. She thrust twice, three times, her breathing becoming shorn ragged gasps. With a bursting exhale, the wave crashed. Her fingers continued their thrusts as she wallowed in her own climax. Smoke continued to trickle from her mouth, dancing and shimmering in the sunlight. Elana collapsed on the couch, her heart pounding in her ears.
Fresh air and lust eventuallyelson in favor of logic, and Elana drained the cigarette before pragmatically putting it out in her old coffee mug. Her hand slid out from between her thighs, dripping with aftershocks and arousal. With a dreamy sigh, she stretched, very much feeling like a contented cat. It was getting late and her smoking break was ending. With a whistle on her lips she sauntered naked to the bathroom to wash up for the evening. Another smoking break of indulgement.
