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 As I remember it, we arrived first and had set up our 'camp' by the time
they turned up.  We stood around, chatting and drinking beers, and were
naturally chuffed to have a group of scooter girls pitch their tents next
to ours.

   We joked with them, thrust beers into their hands (from the fridge in
Jerry's camper van) and helped them with their tents.  They had travelled a
similar distance as us, about 100 miles, and were ready for some fun.  The
group consisted of three brunettes and a blonde at various levels of
(relative) beauty and style.  It was difficult to tell initially, as their
riding gear and 'helmet hair' wasn't helping, but one of the brunettes was
very slim and pretty, and I found the blonde instantly appealling.

   "I'm Jessie," she smiled, as she emerged from her newly-erected tent. 
"You can buy me a drink if you want!" I looked at her, looked at my beer,
looked back at her and passed her the beer.  "It's yours!" She had shed her
jacket and boots, and was now proudly displaying herself in a skinny pink
vest top.  Brightly coloured tattoos of flowers and birds cascaded down one
shoulder and arm, and several piercings were apparent in her upper ears;
she also sported a ring in her lower lip and a nose stud.  All this would
have been enough to draw attention to her without her being so voluptuous;
about 30, she wasn't a slim girl but shapely with the most delicious big
breasts I had seen for a long time.  What's more, it was evident from her
choice of top that she was proud of them and happy to show them off.

   She had short blonde hair, streaked with red and a long fringe over one
eye, and was pretty without being beautiful; she had a button nose, foxy
green eyes and a big mouth, none of which I had a problem with.  The
overall effect, however, combined with her sheer 'big girl' attitude as she
lit a cigarette and stood smoking with a hand on her well-upholstered hip,
was crushing.  We laughed together, drinking beer, and I glanced around us,
surprised to see the sun still in the sky and world continuing to go about
its business.  I wanted to say to my friends 'are you fucking blind?  Look
at this!' They just chatted to each other and the girls, seemingly
oblivious of this great big wonderful sex goddess among us.

   The late June sun on our backs and the cold beer did their work and we
didn't want to be anywhere else.  We kicked a football about, wrestled,
told dirty jokes, laughed hysterically.  Occasionally I would catch
Jessie's eye and we would smile, a knowing smile that made my heart skip. I
was in danger of falling into orbit around this wonderful girl, and I think
we both knew...

   Nicely intoxicated, we strolled to the pub adjoining the camping field.
Jessie and the very cool brunette, who was called Petra, disappeared into
the toilets briefly, returning to join us near the bar.  Jessie had painted
and glossed her lips; I seriously felt I would have trouble keeping my eyes
off them as we talked.  It seemed natural that we should be together in
that crowded bar and we were soon close enough for our bodies to be
touching around the hip, knee and upper arm areas; a tiny charge of
electricity seemed to play between us.  I learned she was married, which
caused a momentary pang of regret until I remembered I was married also;
the chemistry between us, however, was tangible.

   The music in the place was superb- disco, northern, rare groove & ska
sounds competed amid an atmosphere of summer fun & camraderie, as friends
reacquainted themselves and generally enjoyed being there.  Our two groups
squashed in to one side, pushing Jessie and me ever closer.  She lit a
cigarette and took a drag, smiling at me.  "It won't bother you, will it?"
If only you knew, I thought.  "No, you're OK..." She put her right arm
around me, her cigarette poised between the fingertips of that hand, as she
chatted intermittently to Petra on her left.  Every now and then she would
turn towards me, smile sweetly and take a drag over my shoulder, or rest
her elbow on my shoulder while she pushed her fringe back from her eyes.  I
gazed at her lips as she pouted, exhaling the smoke towards the ceiling. 
She caught my obvious reverie, and blew me a quick kiss that made me melt.
I had my arm around her by this point, resting in the small of her shapely
back just above the ample swell of her buttocks.  We were all becoming
quite inebriated.

   She turned towards me.  I stared at her lips and they parted slightly;
for the first time, I noticed the slight overbite and the gap between her
front teeth.  She kissed me and I became aware of the heat from her body
and the taste of her breath.  I adore kissing a girl while she smokes or
shortly afterwards.  I think this dates from an occasion when, at the age
of 15, I snogged with an older girl in the park.  She was a well-known
(though gorgeous, doe-eyed) slut, and the incident undoubtedly meant
nothing to her, but as I actually had an aversion to smoking at that time,
being so utterly aroused while sharing that girl's smoky breath screwed me
up for ever...

   Too soon, the familiar bars of the introduction of a popular song sent
the girls into a frenzy, and they went for a dance as I got myself a drink.
I chatted with my friends, watching Jessie and the others gyrating on the
improvised dance floor.  The rest of the night blurred and I vaguely
remember being in the company of a slightly drunk crowd of girls on the way
back to the tent, but to be honest, that wonderful kiss would have made the
whole weekend memorable enough without anything else happening between us.
I have pieced events together a hundred times since, although I'm not quite
sure how accurately following the passage of years and my intoxicated state
at the time, but I remember kissing Jessie goodnight and what she said into
my ear as we parted: "Wait for it to quieten down a bit, then come to my
tent and fuck me." Suddenly I wasn't as drunk, but climbing into my own
tent proved to have an irresistably soporific effect, as I fell into a deep
slumber.

   The zip on my tent was opened some indeterminate time later, from the
outside, and I slowly became aware of Jessie.

   "You lazy bastard," she grinned, and our lips met.  I was completely
naked, on my unfolded sleeping bag, and her soft hand on my
rapidly-stirring cock instantly banished any thoughts of sleep.  She was
wearing the same skinny top, but had removed her bra and wore a flimsy pair
of pink french knickers.

   Being with her in a warm tent was a mind-blowing assault on the senses;
the very obvious red wine and cigarettes on her breath mingled with her
perfume and further down the heady scents of a big woman ready for sex
drifted up to meet me.  There were no showers at the camp ground, and
Jessie wore a day's sweat.  I love a woman to smell slightly less than
sterile, and the wave of female lust as she pushed down her pants and
opened her big thighs was absolutely delicious.

   We kissed.  She expertly pleasured me with both hands, I used a single
finger to spread her own juice around her swollen and pierced labia.  She
was completely shaven down below, revealing a small 'ace of spades' tattoo
on her mound.  The feel of her breasts against me was driving me insane,
pushed up as they were by her upper arms as she played with me.  I
playfully lifted the hem of her vest, tickling her sides and sending her
into a fit of giggles.  She lifted the top over her head and at last, in
the half-light, I was able to take in the spectacle of Jessie's naked body,
tattooed, pierced and glowing with perspiration.  Her beautiful, big boobs
were completed by large brown nipples (I had already come to the conclusion
that she wasn't a true blonde!) with a silver ring through each and a jewel
in her belly button.

   Once stripped, she took her hands off me, regarding me with a curious
look.  I realised she was challenging me, giving me a chance to look at her
in all her glory.  Fortunately, I had a decent sized tent (carried in the
camper van!) and Jessie was able to kneel up to let me have a good look. 
She'd brought her canvas shoulder bag with her, and reaching over, took out
her cigarettes.  As she placed one between her lips, some telepathy occured
between us, and she silently handed me her lighter so I could light her up.
Finding my small battery lantern, I switched it on and she blinked.  I
pushed it into the corner and semi-covered it with my hoodie; instant
subdued lighting.

   She took a deep drag, opening her mouth briefly to let me see the smoke
swirling within, before inhaling, her big chest rising as she drew in the
smoke.  Hands on knees, exhaling endlessly and messily, she asked me to
tell her what I was thinking.  I couldn't find words to describe her
beauty, only understanding sometime later.  I blurted out something about
the epitome of womanhood, and pulled her back towards me.  I just wanted to
keep kissing her.  We laid together in silence, a foot or so apart and I
watched her smoke.  "You like me smoking, don't you?" I gave her a goofy
grin as an affirmative.  "I've never been with a guy who liked me smoking
before.  I mean, I knew some guys were into it, but I've never been with
one, before..." She took a drag and exhaled fully into my face.  "D'you
like that?" Before I could answer, she did it again, this time with a firm
grasp on my shaft.  I turned onto my back, gasped and writhed as she
stroked me.  "Ohh, you do, don't you?"

   "Mmmm...  We are going to have lots of fun this weekend," she purred. 
"I'm going to smoke a whole cigarette, and exhale every drag into your
face, while you wank yourself off..." I heard a pathetic moan of consent
from my throat as she exhaled the last drag into my face, reaching over me
to unzip the tent, which allowed her to dispose of the butt and let in some
much needed fresh air.  She stayed on her elbows with her head at the
opening and parted her knees to fully present herself to me, her shaven and
engorged vulva like some insane, carnivorous flower attracting prey with
its delicious scent.  I was mesmerised; delirious with euphoria, prey from
lower down the food chain fluttering towards my fate.  I started to lick
her all over, which she seemed to appreciate.  Her musk was overpowering;
I'd never realised until then what a woman's smell could do.  It wasn't a
glow or a sheen of perspiration, but sweat coating her, carrying
unmistakeable 'fuck me' hormones from her beautiful, swollen cunt.

   "Are you...?" I asked.

   "...On the pill?  Of course..." she sighed.  "C'mon.  Do me."

   I kissed her labia and perineum; I felt as if I would faint, her natural
sexual perfume seemed to be displacing the oxygen around her.  Tasting her
juice sparingly to preserve the lubrication, I slid my tongue upwards
towards and into her anus, hearing her moan loudly.

   I kneeled up, penetrating her slowly and repeatedly with just the head
of my cock, enjoying the sensation of the resistance of the swollen lips
combined with such wonderfully easy, lubricated access, and listening to
Jessie's little whimpers as I denied her the length she so obviously
craved. I brushed the mound and exposed clitoris with my fingertips and she
jerked and cried out, half laughing and half sobbing, "fuck me properly,
you bastard!  Stop teasing me!"

   I obliged her; there would be time for finesse later, I surmised, as I
started to shaft her relentlessly.  "Oh, yeah.  Yeah..." She lifted her
buttocks to allow me to use my weight on her, to pound her.  After several
torrid minutes, she reached down and started to finger herself, her
breathing changing as her orgasm approached.  "Go on....  spunk in me..."

   I reached forward; her big breasts swung, the nipples stiff and dripping
with sweat.  The biological imperative to fuck her pregnant took over, and
I used every last ounce of strength to penetrate her as I started to jerk
deep inside, feeling as if I was splashing the very lining of her womb with
my sticky fluid.  As she came she responded, pushing back against me,
crying and groaning her need to be utterly impaled.

   My contractions gradually subsided, and we collapsed in a giggling heap,
racing each other back onto the sleeping bag and pulling a thin blanket
over us.  We looked at each other in wide-eyed amazement and started to
kiss, by turns struggling to describe the intensity of the fuck.  It had
been a long day, and we were very soon fast asleep.

  
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   I awoke and stared into her semi-open mouth, wet and slutty in her
sleep. I moved my face closer to taste her breath.  I put my hands on her
big body; feeling her heat caused an involuntary stirring in my loins.  A
sharp intake of breath, and she groaned, putting her head under the pillow,
to emerge, blinking, some seconds later.  "Ohhhh....  Gerroff.  Oh, I need
to have a piss, badly..." "How can you piss badly?" "Twat.  You know what I
mean..." She pulled on her vest and knickers, and put on her trainers. 
"Gimme your hoodie..."

   She unzipped the tent and went out.  I mumbled to myself 'she's not,
surely?' I waited a few seconds; I wanted to observe her walking to the
toilets in her transparent french knickers and tiny top.  getting ready to
glance out, I almost headbutted Jessie as she reached in for her bag. 
"Must get some more fags later," she said, taking out one of her B&Hs and
lighting up in one fluid, well-practiced movement.  "Back in a minute," she
said, blowing a little cloud of smoke into my face.  "Perv."

   I watched her exagerated wiggle as she headed for the toilets, dragging
hard on her cigarette as she went.  There weren't many people about, yet,
but they'd get an eyeful.  Her pubic hair would certainly have been clearly
visible, had she any (it subsequently occurred to me that she had the
tattoo on her mound, which would have been clearly visible, any observers
realising the knickers were, in fact, transparent, and that they were
seeing her naked flesh), and that thin, pink top would most definitely
leave a part of her big nipples exposed.  'My god, wow,' I thought, 'gimme
a piece of that any fucking day of the week...'

   She disappeared from view.  'Got to tidy up,' I mumbled.  Not much in
the tent; I put my helmet and rucksack in the vestibule outside of the
inner tent, a few tools lying about.  I had a drink of water, shook the
sleeping bag out, plumped the pillows.  'Ahh, pillows!  On a scooter
rally!' Thanks again to Jerry and his magical camper van.  Starting to feel
a bit peckish...  Anyway, no time for that now, she's on her way back!  I
watched her for as long as I could.  She must have known I was watching her
as she was showing off; bag over one shoulder, cigarette hanging from her
mouth, the rhythm of her walk causing her boobs to bounce and sway visibly.
'Oh, fuck...  lordy, lordy.  And she's put fucking lipstick on!'

   I dived back on the bed and pretended (poorly) to be asleep, unable to
supress a smile.

   Once again, she exhaled a seemingly endless stream of smoke into my
face, before stubbing out on the grass outside.  She cuddled up to me and
we started kissing gently, the smoke still heavy and fresh on her breath.
She'd put her lipstick on so thick that we had to be careful so as not to
both be covered in the stuff.  I watched her lips make those special little
pouts and felt her hands on me yet again.

   I was becoming aware of her smell.  Pulling her vest off again,
carefully to preserve the lipstick, I started to kiss her belly and boobs,
licking sweat from the valley between.  She sniffed at her armpit.  "Poo.
You need a shower, Jessie girl..." "Oh, don't.  Promise me you won't..." I
pleaded.  I went down on her again, her thighs parting for me.  The smell
this morning was even more exotic; her heavy musk now mixed with my own
spunk.  I thought my heart was going to explode as my tongue made contact.
I had to get into better position.  I had an idea.  Placing the blanket
across the threshold of the tent, she could lay on her belly with her head
and shoulders outside the tent, a forearm covering her nipples, and
luxuriously smoke another cigarette.  Inside the tent, her bum in the air
with a couple of pillows under her, I could lick her clean, drink every
drop of her wonderful juice and, of course, my own spunk.  She'd never been
tongued while she smoked, she told me later, but she'd suspected she'd like
it.

   At one point, she chatted pleasantly to a couple of scooter lads passing
by, expertly hiding her pleasure, thought I, as I licked the insides of her
thighs and her perineum.  I gently used her labia rings to open her,
placing my tongue firmly in her opening and she gasped, and I distinctly
hear her say "sorry, there's a guy in the tent licking me out, and it's
really nice..." So much for being discrete, Jessie!  Their jaws must have
hit the ground; they probably already couldn't believe their luck when they
saw this big, naked babe in red lipstick lounging around and blowing smoke
rings, but then to be told by her that she was being pleasured while
chatting to them must have been a treat, and I'm sure she would have made
sure they saw her nipples...

   I pulled her into the tent, laughing, by her ankles.  "Oh!  Got to go!
Byeeee....." We wrestled on the sleeping bag, giggling like schoolkids,
then kissing once again, the strong scent of her lipstick reminding me to
be gentle.  We talked.  It was still early, around 9am.  I told her about
myself, past, loving wife, beautiful family, decent job.  "...And now here
you are, in a tent, fucking Jessie the Scooter Slut!" I corrected her,
index finger in the air.  "Jessie the Scooter Goddess..." "Awww, you're a
sweetie!" She kissed me fully, then remembered the lipstick, rubbing it off
my lips with a thumb.  "Clown."

   "If I'm a goddess, go get me a bacon butty, and a coffee.  With sugar."

   I found my friends standing around the camper van, eating bacon rolls
and drinking tea.  On spotting me, Jerry asked in a loud voice "TWO BACON
ROLLS, IS IT, SIR?" I looked around us, sheepishly, mumbling "yeah,
alright, alright..." Nev rolled his eyes.  "Yeah, 'cos nobody knows you're
shagging Jessie..." "HAHAAAAAR!!" Rose the cry, and a rain of plastic
bottles fell on me from all sides.  Jerry chipped in.  "Nev is shagging
Petra!" "HAHAAAAAAAAARR!!" This time I joined in, throwing several plastic
water bottles at our afro-carribean mate.  Loaded up with bacon butties and
mugs of coffee, I returned to the tent, followed by a sarcastic "see ya! 
Don't forget us!" "Shut up," I replied.  "And you'll have to turn that
music up, I can't hear it with Jessie sat on my face."

  
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   I found her asleep on her side, still naked and uncovered.  Gently
rolling her onto her belly, I started to massage her broad back and
shoulders, feeling a stirring in my shorts as I kissed her neck.  "Mmmm,
that's nice," she hummed.  "Got my coffee?" "...And breakfast." She sat up,
and we ate silently, both ravenous.  "So, I suppose I have to avoid scooter
runs for the rest of the year, 'cos there'll be a huge, tattooed bloke
after me with an axe?" "Phil?  You're kidding!  Don't worry..." I met her
eyes, and understood instantly.  "Wha...  he knows?" She smiled.  "He
doesn't mind?  You've done this before!" "He loves it.  Wants to know
everything when I get home..." I couldn't believe it; to have a woman like
this and actually enjoy her being unfaithful to you...  "So, you do this at
every rally?" I summoned every ounce of self control, and fixed a hurt
expression on my face.  "Jessie- you're using me!" She froze.  Her face was
a picture; wide-eyed and open-mouthed, seconds passed before we
instantaneously dissolved in tears of laughter.  "Bastard, you had me going
then..." "Yeah, for about two seconds..." "Not every rally, but I do like
to have a bit of fun on occasion!" She winked, lasciviously.  "And he
really doesn't mind?  I mean, really?" I thought back to a couple of hours
earlier, and it started to make sense; watching her wiggling semi-naked to
the toilets and somehow sharing in her latent exhibitionism, subconsciously
wanting her to be seen, lusted after, with my cum inside her.  Why
shouldn't a husband have the same feeling?  She was, after all, a wonderful
specimen, with real up-front attitude and a body made for fun.  Why not
enjoy the fact she was giving in to her urges?  "Doesn't he get jealous?"
"He does, but he says it's part of the excitement for him." She frowned. 
"He's complex..." "I suppose, if it works for you, and doesn't hurt anyone
else, and you've got no kids..." "It definitely works for us!  See this
tattoo?" She indicated the 'ace of spades' on her pubic mound.  D'you know
what it means?" She explained that when she was at college, she had rented
a room from two black guys, with whom she had a 'relationship.' Not
'relationships,' she emphasised, but 'a relationship.' "They both fucked
me, sometimes together.  After a while, I wasn't even paying any rent. 
They owned me.  I was young, experimenting with my sexuality, and it was
fantastic.  I was totally submissive; I never refused them, day or night.
To their credit, they were discreet; they never paraded me about like they
could've done, but I think some of my friends knew..." "And the tattoo
means..." "Some women, white women, have a tattoo like this when they are
totally into black guys, only go with black guys.  It's a pretty hot idea,
don't you think?" "So that's when you had it done?" "No.  Shortly after
leaving I met Phil.  I told him about my domestic arrangements when I was
at college- I thought I should be honest with him from the start- and it
blew his mind.  I thought he was angry, he was just completely turned on by
the whole story." "Fuck me, Jessie, I'm not surprised!  You must've been
what, 21?  A pretty, well-built 21-year-old getting double-ended every
night by two brothers..." "I had the tattoo done for him..." "...it's
certainly got me excited...  What?" "Yeah.  Every time he fucks me, he sees
the tattoo, and imagines me sucking black cock.  It drives him insane with
lust, and he fucks me inside out." I took a long look at her, filled with
admiration for a strong, intelligent woman in control of her sexuality. 
"What are you thinking?" I wanted to lighten the mood.  "I'm thinking about
having my cock in your mouth." Amazingly, she hadn't sucked me yet. 
"Later. C'mere." She turned me onto my knees, positioning herself behind
me. I felt her grasp my shaft from behind, pulling it back towards herself,
her other hand clamped around the base.  She started to use her breasts to
stimulate me, pulling me in between, then I felt her mouth on my balls,
licking, sucking them in, tongueing my anus.  I felt the sharpness of a
fingernail on the head as she smeared precum around before tasting it.  Her
breathing was deep and her voice husky, obviously enjoying herself. 
"Mmmm...  your precum is soooo sweet, delicious..." The waves of pleasure
were so intense, I had to steady her hands, slow her down.  I turned onto
my back and she came closer, grasping me again, looking into my eyes,
kissing me.  "Is that nice?  Ah-ha...?  Mmmm..." she was squeezing my shaft
unbelievably tightly now, doe-eyed and unsmiling, wanking me slowly and
insistantly.  "You're not going to cum.  That's it, fight it.  Here..." She
held the pink french knickers to my face and I took them from her; they
were almost non-existently flimsy but smelt so strongly I almost came
instantly, just managing to avoid passing the point.  I laughed.  "I can't
imagine you being submissive..." She joined in.  "It suited me at the time,
I worked hard at college, and it was something less to worry about.  I was
getting regular sex, without boyfriend hassles..." We kissed some more and
she continued to use her expert hands.  "I'm going on a ride with the girls
in a bit- why don't you have a lie down and catch up with your sleep?" It
sounded like a good idea.  She speeded up her strokes as she talked.  "Do
lots of this, and make sure there's lots of lovely spunk for me when I suck
you off later!" I held up the pants.  "Can I keep these?" "No you can't!  I
like those.  You can borrow them 'til I get back.  Tell you what- I'll wear
my li'l black knicks for you while I'm out on the scooter, and you can have
them afterwards.  I'll make sure I grind them into the seat for you..."

  
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   I made excuses for not going on the ride; a few weren't going so it
wasn't exactly compulsory, and my headache story was accepted
unquestioningly.  I slept for an hour or so, but soon had the urge to
fulfil Jessie's request.  The tent smelt of her cigarettes and her perfume,
and I had the wonderful aroma of her well-worn french knickers to keep me
company.  I started to imagine her as a student, in ripped jeans and heavy
eye makeup, chewing gum and smoking.  I thought of her arriving back at her
house, to be greeted by the two black guys, intent on getting her out of
her clothes.  Then I thought of her today, at a cafe or pub somewhere with
her friends, attracting lustful looks.  I drifted in and out of sleep,
imagining her snogging with some black guy.  I nearly came when I realised
I was actually hoping that she was...

   I was getting hungry again just as they arrived back at the campsite,
and I could smell the food as the barbecue was obviously almost ready.  I
wandered over, passing Jessie's pale blue Vespa by her tent. 
"Hellooooo..." "Hellooooooo..." she answered, "See you over there, I'm just
getting changed..." It was hot now, and when Jessie emerged some minutes
later, she was wearing a floaty, green summer dress with a floral pattern;
the material was so flimsy that even she had to wear a bra under it, albeit
a black, lacy one.  I watched her slink over to me, lighting a cigarette as
she walked, a knowing smile on her face.  I gave her a bottle of beer, she
gave me a kiss.  We chatted.  I soon realised what the smile was for: "Oh!"
she exclamed, and wiggled out of her panties, letting them drop to the
floor in full view of everyone, then stepping out of them and handing them
to me.  "These are for you!" I laughed, shaking my head, resigned to
fronting it out.  "Thanks!" I stuck the pants in my pocket and carried on
drinking.  "Enjoying the breeze?"

   The barbecue was fun, we ate and drank, joked and laughed, kicked the
ball about, did daft things on scooters.  By 7pm people started to drift
off in ones and twos, either for a snooze or to prepare for the 'do.' The
DJs were setting up in the building (a rural golf club) behind us; we all
looked forward to a night of dancing and drinking as they played more of
our favourite tunes.  Sadly, Jessie decided she really needed a shower and
went off to get ready; I thought I probably needed one as well, so wandered
back to my tent.

   I thought I'd escort her in, but again she said she see me across there,
so I joined my friends at the bar.  We were onto our second round by the
time our girls arrived, and they looked so wonderfully 'done up' that we
couldn't help giving them a cheer.  Jessie wore a pinstripe halter-neck top
which, combined with black trousers, did wonders for her already impressive
figure.  Petra wore a short, black dress and a choker, and the others were
similarly well turned out.

   I bought them drinks to show our appreciation.  Jessie smiled as I
handed her a glass of Cabernet; reaching into her bag with her other hand,
she again passed me her lighter, and placing her glass on a table, took out
a pack of Mores.  "I bought some of these, today," she said, unwrapping the
red pack and putting one of the long, brown cigarettes between her shiny
lips.  Petra appeared to my right.  I couldn't believe my luck as she asked
"could I have one of those, please, Jessie?" I hadn't seen Petra smoking up
til now.  She took one, and both girls stood and waited, cigarettes
dangling, while I lit them up.

   Petra smiled a quick 'thanks' and blew smoke in my face.  Jessie giggled
silently, and looked away.  I realised they had talked, and I was being
given a sexy treat.  We stood in a 'triangular' formation; me at the apex,
with the girls chatting across me, arms folded, cigarettes poised inches
from their mouths.  As the bar was full, and its occupants in various
stages of inebriation, Jessie and Petra could quite openly exhale into my
face with every drag, without raising any comments or strange looks. 
Indeed, Jessie moved nearer, starting to rub me through my trousers and
kiss me between drags.  Petra giggled.  "Right, I'm off to find that mate
of yours.  Can you pass me the ashtray?" I picked it up from the table and
she leaned closer, taking a last drag, exhaling directly into my face as
she stubbed out.  "Thanks, daaahling..." Both girls laughed again, I
couldn't help joining in.