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 The Expert

   One day our boss gathered us for an impromptu talk. 'Look guys,' he
started.  'We've hit a dead spot in our project.  Now Central has sent an
extern to fix things up for us.  I know you've been all but sleeping here
and I appreciate your effort, but let's face it.  We need help.  I don't
know who the person is.  All I know is what the instructions are.  I know
this is gonna sound weird, but she's to be treated like a hot egg.  She'll
get an office of her own and unless solicited, you are not to contact her
except by mail or messaging.  No one will pay her a social visit or the
likes.  She wants to work completely undisturbed.  I have arranged to fix
her up an office in the new wing.  No one, I repeat, not one person is
supposed to even get near that hallway.' looking at our baffled faces, he
added:
'I can imagine how weird this sounds.  It sounded that way to me too. 
All I know is that Ms.  Winter is a very expensive but also very capable
software expert.  She is said to have done wonders in quite a number of
projects.  We got to trust central on that one.  If that's her modus
operandi, so be it.  Again folks, no jokes, no surprises and no visits. 

That's the rules.'

   We didn't take much note of this Ms.  Winter, Sandra, as she signed the
few messages we got from her.  Nobody saw her come or leave and of course,
as curios as we were, still no one dared to break the rules set up by our
boss.

   One day, after a sleepless night, I went to the office earlier than
usual.  My window faces the parking lot.  Brooding over a problem in my
work, the one that had cost me my sleep, I looked out the window, not
really expecting to see anything.  It was then I first saw her.  It wasn't
full daylight yet, so I couldn't see her well.  It had to be her, as I knew
all the other women working at our company by sight.  She was tall, maybe
5"10 or so, clad in a sloppy gray tracksuit and sneakers.  From what I
could make out, she was rather heavy but not really fat.  I got a good
glimpse of her silhouette from both sides, as she passed one floor below
right under my window.  Under the tracksuit I could make out fairly big
buttocks, broad hips and in front big breasts.  Judging by the way her
breasts bounced she did not wear a bra but she didn't need one either.  She
had rich and long curly hair of a darker color, brown or black.  Her face
was in the shadow most of the time, so I couldn't make out much.  The way
she walked didn't fit her otherwise plump appearance.  It looked almost
like she was floating above the ground.  At one point I thought I made out
a trail of smoke, but with the twilight I couldn't be sure.

   For a moment I forgot about my work and wondered about what I had seen.
From the little I had been able see, she had the looks of a woman I could
well imagine to roll around with.  I have always been a fan of larger
women. Big butts and boobs could very well turn me on, provided her flesh
was firm otherwise.  Hunks of flesh hanging around the sides or waist of a
woman would instantly turn me off, yet a big hulk but with everything firm
in place still was one of the greater turn on to me.  Of course, number one
on my list was something else.  The trail of smoke I thought I had seen
could well mean she met also the primary criterion.  But what was I doing?
We had explicit orders to leave her alone.  The chances I would ever get
near her were nil.  Besides, I wasn't the man to fall just for the
appearance of a woman.  She had to sound nice and be nice too.

   I turned back to my work.  It was still very quiet, as most of my
colleagues hadn't shown up yet.  Suddenly my messenger started to blink.  I
had made a habit of starting my messenger first thing when I arrived, so
others could see I was in.  I opened the messenger window and found a
message from "Sandra".  Could that be?  Our super expert had sent me a
message?  I read it.
Sandra: 'Hi.  Early riser?'

   I typed an answer. Bob: 'Yeah, slept bad, little problem here' Sandra:
'Know what you mean.  Goes for me too.' Bob: 'How is work going?' Did I
break a rule here?  No, I decided she had been the one to start the chat.
Sandra: 'Could be better.  You guys have done quite a job in burying some
bugs deep down.'
Bob: 'Need help?'
Sandra: 'Not yet, but THX anyway.  Maybe later.'
Bob: 'Any time you wish.  I'll be here.' I could hardly hold back from
typing an invitation to the cafeteria, but I didn't.  Rules were rules.
Sandra: 'Gotta do this again some time.  Bye'
Bob: 'Bye, :)' I love smiles and always add some to my messages.
Sandra: ':) :)' Nice, another fan of smilies.

   The day passed without another sign of Sandra's existence.  Some of my
colleagues were already either pissed off or ashamed as we could see she
had found quite a number of bugs even thou the final solution still seemed
far away.

   The next morning I deliberately got up early hoping I might get another
glimpse of her thru the window or at least repeat our nice little chat. 
Either she had slept in her office or she had come in even earlier, as I
found an offline message from her.  Good.  This could lead somewhere, I
hoped.  I could use a woman in my life right now.  It seemed like ages
since I had my last lay and even that hadn't been the explosive experience
I searched for.
Sandra: ':) Gotcha'

   Nice.  Smelled of good sense of humor. Bob: 'Good morning.  Slept here?'
Sandra: 'Nah, just don't need much sleep.  No one to keep me awake at
home.'
Bob: 'No pets?'
Sandra: 'Love animals, but no time.'
Bob: 'Me too.  No two legged pets either?'

   A man's gotta take chances. Sandra: 'No, no birds.' Bob: 'lol' Sandra:
'lol back.  FYI: I live alone.' Bob: 'offended?' Sandra: 'No, of course
not. :)' My fingers itched.  Should I dare? Bob: 'Coffee some time?' It was
out.  Sandra: 'Love to, but not right now ;).  Compilers almost thru.  Ask
again tomorrow.' Bob: 'Will do.  Back to work?' Sandra: 'Yeah, has to be.
Till tomorrow.  :)' Bob: 'See ya.  Coffee ;).  Talk :)' Sandra: 'See ya
back.  :)'

   Wow, I had dared and she didn't sound like she had taken it the wrong
way.  There was hope left.  Then I tried to discipline me a bit.  What if
she was ugly or disabled?  What if she smelled bad or was scruffy?  All I
had seen was a big woman in a tracksuit.  That wasn't very promising. 
Besides, would I meet her expectations even remotely?  Take it easy, boy, I
said to myself.

   For a couple of days, we continued our little chats in the morning, but
that was all.  I never got a good glance of her thru the window again.  The
lighting improved as we advanced into spring, but somehow my timing was
wrong.  Only on one occasion I saw her, but for only a second before she
disappeared.  Our chats grew a bit longer but never went further than a
mild teasing, a lot of smilies and she kept refusing my every day
invitation.

   Then Saturday came.  Normally I would have stayed home, but this
Saturday I went to work even earlier, hoping she would work too.  I was
lucky.  I saw her get out of her car and walk all the way to the building.
For whatever reason, she had dressed better.  A skirt and a t-shirt made
her look a lot better then the tracksuit.  I could see now that her
waistline was pretty slim, making her hips look round.  Her nipples
shimmered thru the fabric of her white t-shirt and the aureoles were huge,
almost palm sized.  Yummy!  Now I got a look at her face and I liked what I
saw.  Big dark eyes, a straight nose and big upturned lips made her look
remotely Hispanic.  Only her very pale complexion added a rather stern
note. Yes, I loved what I saw.  Her legs, as far as I could see under her
knee length skirt, were quite strong, but still shapely, with nicely
bulging calves.  If only I could find a way to meet her!

   I had just returned to my work, when my phone rang, taking me by
surprise.  The number in the display wasn't familiar and no name was
attached to it.  It was an inside call.  I took it.  'Hi, this is Sandra
Winter.  I'm sorry to disturb you, but I need a little help here.  I think
I have a faulty cable, but I wouldn't know where to look for a spare one.
Do you think you can help?' An incredibly sexy low and husky voice.  Oh my
God!  She had phoned me and needed my help.  My natural shyness almost took
over.  I had to clear my throat twice till I could answer. 'Hello, this is
Robert Fleming.  I'll be glad to help.  What kind of cable is it?' 'Just
the usual networking stuff.  It's about five feet long.' 'I'll be there in
a minute.' Suddenly I started trembling.  I was to actually meet her face
to face?  Would I be up to it?  Would I like her?  Would she like me?  What
if it proved to be a dead end?  For all I knew she could be gay or simply
not interested in finding a partner.  Maybe she was an anti-smoking
activist.  If a woman looked good enough I could get hot even if she was a
non-smoker.  Yet I knew I couldn't get real satisfaction except in the
company of heavy smoking women.  But then she had sounded so nice during
our chats.  There was only one way to find out.  I fetched a cable and went
to the new wing where I knew her office was.

   The faint smell of smoke that greeted me in the hallway reassured me. 
Even if it could have been left by a one of the workmen who still rummaged
around the not entirely finished part of the building, chances were good it
was her who had been smoking.  She awaited it me in the doorway of her
office.  From close up she looked even better.  With her skirt and the
t-shirt she looked just big but not plump.  Simply a fine big woman with
great tits and a wonderful backside.  Her face, while not beautiful in the
doll like Barbie fashion, was nevertheless very attractive and she had a
shy smile on that made her irresistible to me.  She was around forty, but
apart from a rather pale complexion that hopefully came from heavy smoking,
she looked very good.  What fascinated most was the way she moved.  She had
the sort of flow in her moves that makes up a really elegant woman.  We
shook hands and she led me into the office.  I exchanged the cable quickly.
I had to crawl under the table and at one point my nose was pretty close to
her dustbin.  The smell of tobacco ashes rose to my nose.  Yummy! 
Definitely a smoker.  Something was peculiar about the smell thou.  I
hadn't smelled much in the room itself, as the windows were wide open. 
Obviously she had tried to get rid of the smoke.  Now that I tried to get a
better sniff at the smoke odors, I found it smelled sweetish, even with a
touch of vanilla.  Baffled I tried to linger around a bit, hoping to see
her smoke, but she seemed reluctant to light up in front of me so I left
her.

   Back in my office, it occurred to me that she wouldn't know Bob and me
were the same person.  So I sent her a message. Bob: 'Hi, working over
too?' Sandra: 'The sooner I finish, the longer my sabbatical will be.'
Bob: 'Good for you.  Wish I could do the same.'
Sandra: 'Join me.  I could use a partner.  :)'
Bob: 'Not up to it.  Slob like me disaster for reputation.  ;)'
Sandra: 'for i;0;10000 do lol'

   That was insider talk, meaning ten thousand times lol. Bob: 'recourse
function lol' Sandra: 'return.  Don't believe you slob' Bob: 'Why not find
out.  Coffee?' Pause, no answer for half a minute.  I was growing
desperate. Had she turned away? Sandra: 'All right.  Warm outside.  Get
coffee.  No milk, no sugar.  Meet outside.' Sandra: 'I'm the big fat one'
Bob: 'Not fat!  Just grown up.  :)'
Sandra: 'Thx, but you'll see.'
Bob: 'Let's go'

   I ran for the coffee maker, fetched two cups, almost burnt my hands and
miraculously managed to get outside with most of the coffee still in the
cups, all in less then a minute.  She was there.  On seeing me, she looked
utterly surprised.  Obviously she hadn't connected me with her chat pal,
even thou Bob and Robert aren't that far apart.  'Hey, so it's you!  Why
didn't you say so, you scoundrel!' she said with a laughter. 'I was shy
about it, I guess.' true enough.  'Tell you what, why don't we go to those
picnic tables?  We can have a seat there and relax.' it occurred to me that
it would be best if I could hide behind a table.  If, as I hoped, she would
smoke the bulge in my pants could give me away. 'Good idea.'

   We sat down at the table.  The spot had been set up for smokers and on a
regular day without rain it would always be crowded.  But it was Saturday
so we were probably the only people in the company and had the place for
ourselves.  After fretting around a bit, she made up her mind and reached
for a hidden pocket in her skirt.  I wasn't sure what to expect and she
sure surprised me.  What she held in hands and now started to light was a
medium sized cigar with a plastic tip as a mouthpiece.  Wow, I had never
seen a woman smoke one of those!  I was electrified.  She puffed on the
cigar, till it had a nice glow and then took a huge cheek hollowing drag.
She inhaled deeply, making her chest rise and then slowly exhaled a thin
but long lasting stream of dense white smoke.  It smelled spicy and mellow.
Instantly I had a hard one.

   'Shocked?' she asked. 'Shocked?  No, why should I be?  Fascinated, yes,
but if anything I'm curious.  Why should I be shocked?' 'Well, first of all
it's not feminine to smoke cigars.  A woman should smoke all white slim
cigarettes and not these!' she said sulking. 'Well, allow me to have
slightly different opinion.  First of all, whatever those are you smoke,
they smell delicious, not at all like cigars.' she blushed 'Thanks, nice of
you.' 'Then I must correct you on the topic of women and cigars.  At least
from the optical point of view, quite a lot of men get turned on by the
sight of a woman sucking on a big stogy for quite the obvious reasons. 
That's not unnatural, if you come to think of it.  Besides, expensive
cigars never stink.' she look at me puzzled.  Then slowly she realized what
men connected with the sight of a cigar in the mouth of a woman.  She
started into a laughter that ended in a smokers cough.  My excitement grew.
She turned me on like hell.  Yet I had to keep the lid on my feelings.  I
didn't want to show how much I was attracted to her.  I had in the past
ruined more then one promising approach to a smoker by getting too
obviously excited.

   'Oh man, I have never thought of it that way.  I had always thought men
would be disgusted if they saw me sucking on a big one.  I must admit I am
an aficionada.  Every once in a while I love to get a big kick out of one
of those pleasure sticks.  I smoke these flavored ones because they're so
mild, but sometimes it has to be a big one.' she took another heavy drag
and talked on, puffing smoke.  Looking at her how she oozed smoke from both
mouse and nose while talking raised the strain on me.  I started to sweat.
I could only hope she wouldn't notice it.  Certainly she had no idea what
she did to me.

   'Oh I'm a very bad girl.  I just need huge amounts of nicotine.  I
always felt ridiculous with a tiny cigarette between my fingers.  I have
started quite early.  My mom used to let me drag from her cigarette when I
was still a little girl.  She gave me my first pack of cigarettes when I
was ten and taught me how to inhale.  In college I was already on three
packs a day.  Then, when I started to work I found it unpractical to have
to reach for a fresh cigarette every other minute.  It was too distracting
so I sought for a better way to get my dose and finally I stumbled upon
these.  They're not very expensive, taste good and smell better than
cigarettes.  I can smoke on one for almost half an hour and the best thing
is they're perfect for dangling.  I can bite on the plastic tip and have my
hands free for the keyboard.'

   I was shivering, still hoping she wouldn't notice.  She was distracted
by the strain of her confession, so my hopes were not in vain.  'I see. 
Well, nobody's perfect and I can think of worst things.  Besides, I have
never smoked, but I like the smell of cigarettes.  Your cigars smell even
better.  It's a smell I really could get used to.' 'You're nice to me.  Yet
I know from experience only a man who smokes a lot himself would tolerate
the amount of smoke I produce.  Oddly enough I don't care for smokers
myself.  I just love to smoke.  But that's it.  No man deserves I give up
smoking for him.  I tried, but it didn't end well either.  So I took an
oath not to give up smoking for any man, even if that means to stay an old
spinster.' 'Oh, I'm sure you will find a man who will love you so much, he
will accept you the way you are.' 'Maybe, if I'd have a hundred years.'
There wasn't much to add.  The last thing I wanted was to tip her off how
to find a smoke fetishist.  I wanted her for myself.  Yet it was hard to
think of a way.  Our conversation, however exciting to me, hadn't taken a
turn that helped.

   'Oh, c'mon, a sexy woman like you?  How can you say something like
that?' 'You think I'm sexy?' 'Oh, by all means.  You are very good looking,
and witty too.' 'If you say so.  I always thought of myself as a fat and
plump old cow.' I couldn't let that stand.  After all, even if big, she was
sexy like hell. 'How can you say that?  Most men are disgusted by those
skinny flat scare crows that pose for women in magazines and movies.  It's
women like you that get the most heads turned.  I know I feel like that and
I know of a lot of others feel that way too.' she gave me a pensive look.
'Maybe you have a point there.  Still I smell like an old sea bear after a
day's work.  I doubt any man would like to kiss me.' 'I must admit I don't
have any first hand experience, but I can't believe it's that bad.'

   She didn't say anything and it was way too early in whatever was going
on between us, to make a move.  With luck I may get her there one day and
if not, bad luck.  She had now finished half of her cigar and she simply
tossed it into her paper cup, extinguishing it in the rest of her coffee.
We both disposed of our cups in the bin near the table and started for the
door.  An idea passed my head and I felt the need to know: 'Tell me one
more thing, please.  Our boss has warned us you should be left alone and
nobody was supposed to disturb you.  Is that really how you feel?' She
laughed. 'Oh yes, it has some truth in it, but not because I am peculiar in
any way.  It's just that most of the time I feel I need to dress more than
casual.  Often I take on an old tracksuit and as I really don't look good
in it, I hate to be seen.  Also I don't want people to see me smoke.  As I
smoke constantly while working, it's not a sight I would recommend others.
Luckily my work is so highly appreciated, I can afford to impose my
conditions.  Tell you what.  You know my secrets now.  You're welcome to
visit me any time, except maybe when I'm hunting up a thread, so you better
ask me first.' 'I'd love to do that if I may.' 'Sure, as long as you don't
choke on my smoke.' and off she was.

   I went home early and all the rest of the weekend my apprehension grew.
I felt an insurmountable urge to go declare myself and hope she will fall
into my arms.  I longed to crush those marvelous tits on my chest, to
fondle her, to caress those big buttocks, to kiss her all over, but most of
all I yearned for a long crushing smoky kiss from her.  I had to jerk off a
couple of times, but each time left me more frustrated.  Somehow Monday
morning came.  This time I was early enough at my desk and saw her get out
of her Beetle, exhaling from the last drag.  She was dressed up even better
now.  A black skirt that ended right above her knees, tight on her hips,
exposing more than covering them in all their rich beauty, a flashy blouse
with the upper button left open, so the cleft between her big breasts was
in plain sight.  With high heels on her feet, she looked absolutely
smashing.  My God, it turned out she was looking absolutely fantastic. 
Just looking at her gave me a hard one.

   My messenger blinked the moment she was in her office. Sandra: ' Hi, up
early again?' Bob: 'Didn't want to miss the sight of that gorgeous sex
goddess walking across the parking lot.  :)' Chancy, but I couldn't resist.
Sandra: 'Did Julia Roberts pay us a visit?'

   Thank God, she took it lightly. Bob: 'That beanpole?  No way.  The one I
saw this morning beats the pants off Julia.' Sandra: 'Blush' Bob: 'No need
to.  Deserve it.  What's the occasion?' Sandra: 'Felt like looking good. 
Someone planted some crazy ideas in my head last Saturday.  *giggle*' Bob:
'Do I know him?  Gotta thank him.  Saved my day.' Sandra: 'Welcome.  Glad
to help.' Bob: 'Pleasure's all mine.  You beat my imagination.' Sandra:
'Naughty boy!  Wanna come over?' Think...  with my hard one, no way.  Try
to jerk off in the restroom, maybe I can calm down.  Yeah, give it a try.
Bob (half a minute later): 'Gimme half an hour' Sandra: 'Can't wait. 
Smouuuch' Bob: ':drool'
Sandra: '*blush*.  For me?'
Bob: ' n/c.  Smouuuch back.'

   Where did this lead us?  I was eager to go over and afraid to make an
ass of me.  Finally I took my balls into my hands and went to the restroom.
I jerked off, went back to my desk, then felt I needed to do it again.  The
second one did it.  I cooled down enough to dare meet eyes with her. I
knocked at the door of her office.  She answered and I opened the door. 
The room was filled with the haze of her smoke.  It smelt strong but sweet
and very spicy, of vanilla and something like cinnamon.  She sat on her
chair, hands on the keyboard, typing.  In the corner of her mouth she had
on of her cigars. 'Gimme a minute.' she mumbled around the cigar.  I took
the spare chair and watched her.  She had a marvelous profile and the cigar
added immensely to her beauty.  I watched her type and smoke.  She had a
very funny way of smoking hands-free.  She would puff almost a continuously
like on a pipe, letting out tiny puffs between her clenched lips.  Then
suddenly she would inhale deeply, then a few more puffs and finally two
endless streams out of her nostrils.  My dick twitched again.  Luckily I
had drained him, else it would have gotten terribly embarrassing.  With a
click of the mouse, she finished whatever she had been doing and turned to
me.

   'You really know how to tease a woman!' 'Oh, I hope you didn't mind.'
shy and scared 'Oh no, good heavens, no.  I just don't get that many
compliments these days.' 'You should dress up like that more often.' 'Maybe
you're right.  Maybe I should use part of the money I spend on expensive
cigars on clothing instead.' 'So bad?' 'You mean my cigars?' I nodded 'Oh
well, first of all I can afford it, then I do love them and last but not
least, I have all but given up the idea to find a mate.  Not with my
smoking lust.  But I guess there's no harm in dressing up either.' 'No, why
should it be?  At least you give men something to look at.  Your good deed
of the day.' 'If you go on flattering me like that, one day I'm gonna end
up believing you.' ' You'd better.  Tell you the truth, I hardly believed
my eyes this morning when I saw you float over the parking lot.  I had to
look twice to recognize you.' 'Oh, cut it out.  I mean, admittedly I've got
the looks, I still smell like a burnt down tobacco field.  Don't tell me
any man would enjoy kissing me.' 'There may come a day I will prove you
wrong.' she sized me up, like she was beginning to realize I wasn't just
teasing.  Yet she didn't say anything.  'Hey, how about some coffee,
outside?' I ventured to break the spell. 'Yeah, good idea.  This room can
use some airing and a bit of fresh spring air won't hurt me either. 
Besides, the compiler won't finish for the next half an hour, so we can as
well go outside.  How about you, can you leave for a break?' 'No problem, I
don't get paid by the hour and there's nothing right now to take care of.'
'Then why don't I invite you to some real coffee?  Do you like cappuccino
or espresso?' 'I could kill for a good Italian coffee.' 'Hey, great, goes
for me too.  Let's fly!'

   We took her car.  Of course the same smell of fine tobacco, vanilla and
cinnamon persisted in the car too.  She opened her window and before she
even started the engine she had a burning cigar between her teeth.  I sure
wanted to become her lover badly.  The more time I spent with her, the more
I wanted to get intimate with her.  She looked gorgeous, she smoked like a
goddess and I liked the way she talked.  I liked her wit and she certainly
was highly intelligent, yet modest.  But I dared not make a move.  I had no
idea how she would react.  So I just sat there in her car and watched her
smoke.  The ashtray was filled with the plastic tips holding an inch or so
of cigar.  'I clean that thing every other day, but somehow by miracle it's
always full.' She laughed.  'Truth is, I can't drive without smoking, I
can't work without smoking and I even can't...  oh no, I almost got
indecent.  Anyway that's me.  Smoked down to the bones, but till the day it
will kill me, I won't quit.  Better a short but happy life.  That's my
credo.' 'Well, if that's what makes you happy, suites me fine.  I don't
mind.  People do worse things to their body.' I tried to sound as sincere
as possible, but it was hard to convince a girl that as a non-smoker I
approved of her smoking.  Besides, even thou I adored the way she smoked,
it was extreme.  She didn't comment on my words.  Instead she puffed away
on her cigar till after a ride of maybe ten minutes we reached a small
Italian restaurant that had some tables in a yard at the backside of the
building.  We walked around the house and chose a table in the shadow of a
tree.  The tables were small, so I had to take care to avoid her legs.  We
both ordered a cappuccino.  She smoked away with obvious pleasure.  We sat
there chatting on trivia, till we finished our coffee and she was thru with
her cigar.  On occasions she blew the smoke my way.  Once in a while I
could feel her calves brush mine, yet nothing gave me the impression she
was after more than talk.  Then I ruined it all.  She had just taken the
last drag and blew it directly into my face.  I couldn't resist.  I inhaled
the smoke in noisily thru my nose.  It was like a lid fell over her face.
Her happy expression dissipated, leaving behind a stern sad look.  I didn't
dare say much and we drove back in silence.  She didn't even smoke on our
way back.

   Yet the next morning a message from her awaited me.  We kept on teasing
online for a while, like nothing had happened, but she declined any offer
to meet.  This went on for two more days.  My infatuation grew, the more so
as I couldn't meet her.  I lived under the strain of a passion I could not
give way.

   Then the day came she called me to her office as she had finished her
work and wanted to say good-bye.

   Like always her room was filled with smoke.  She wore a wonderful summer
dress that hid little of her silhouette.  This time she had a real big
cigar in her hand.  Judging by the length of it she had been smoking for
quite a while.  She double pumped on it and blew the smoke directly in my
face.  That did it.  I couldn't resist.  I took her in my arms and tried to
kiss her.

   'Go away!' she shouted at me, pushing me away. 'If you really want to
kiss me now, you're freakier then I thought.' I couldn't let that stand
between us.  The least I could do was telling her the truth.  'All right
I'll go, but you hear me out first.' 'Oh, well, go ahead, talk.' A dark
cloud had settled over her face. 'Look, I'm sorry if I misunderstood you.
Maybe I hoped you would feel the same for me I feel for you.  I love you.
That's it.  Well, not all of it.  I do have a crush on women smoking.  What
others may find yucky is delicious to me.  I can't help that.  I love how
you smell, I love to smell the smoke you exhale and it turns me on to see
you inhale or puff.  It's not that a woman has to be a smoker to make me
hot.  Heaven knows I would love you just the same if you never had smoked a
cigarette in your life.  But seeing you smoke drives me nuts.' I waited for
her to say something, but she simply turned away.  I took a long look at
her and tried to remember every inch of her gorgeous body.  She would fill
my erotic dreams for quite a while.  I went away in the darkest of moods.

   A week passed and while the lump I carried around inside never went
away, the pain of loosing her had grown softer.  I tried to drown my sorrow
in work, but after hours, alone at home it was hell.

   Then one day, I found a message waiting for me on my computer: Sandra:
'Hi' Bob: 'Hi back.  What's up?'
Sandra: 'Nothing much, except I love you, you fool.'
Bob: 'where are you?'
Sandra: Office.  What are you waiting for?'

   I ran to her.  She fell into my arms and we kissed till our lips hurt.
God, how good that was!  'Don't you think we gotta talk first?' she asked
'Anything you wish.' 'Good, but stay away from me.  I want to smoke now. 
The cravings are killing me.  I didn't smoke since yesterday, cause I
wanted our first kiss to be a clean one.' I didn't comment for fear I would
say something stupid. 'I have done a lot of thinking and some research on
the web.  You see you kinda scared me off wanting to kiss me while my mouth
was filled with drivel from a big cigar.  I simply couldn't believe it
would please you and it still sounds odd to me, but whatever you have done
to me, I just need to be with you.  You're not the only one who has fallen
in love.  It happened to me too.  So I've come to the conclusion I want to
have you in all your kinky splendor.  After all, what can I want more?  A
man who not only tolerates my smoking but is outright enchanted by it?  The
idea I only have to suck on a big stogy to turn you on isn't all that bad.'
She had smoked hastily while talking.  My hard one showed clearly thru my
pants, but what did I care.

   'May I kiss you now?' She took an extra large drag and we kissed.  She
puffed smoke into my face, into my mouth and nose.  I grew frantic and
crushed her wonderful breasts to my chest, moving my hands up and down her
back, kneading her buttocks and stroking the back of her head.  Finally we
separated our lips, gasping for air.  Her breath was incredibly alluring
now that I could get a sniff on it close up.

   'God, you do mean business.' She smiled.  Her face radiated.  She had
stepped over the line.  I hardly could believe my luck. 'Now that I gave
you a smoky kiss and you can smell my breath, are you still sure that's
what you want?  Tell me the truth, because I warn you, I could get addicted
to smoky kisses.  Then you'll have to have smoky kisses, whether you want
or not!' For an answer, I took the cigar from her hand and placed it
between her lips so she could take a drag.  She did and we kissed again. 
Then it happened.  I shot off.  She sensed it of course, but took it well.
She laughed a little and kissed me slightly. 'Poor darling.  I should have
known.  Tell you what.  I'll take you home to my place and we will take
care this won't happen again.

   Well, so we did.  It was the longest, hardest and best fuck I ever had.
I chased her round the house all day, shooting off like a machine gun, one
after the other.  Her orgasms shuddered the house and raised the
neighborhood.  We slept thru half of the next day, but started again as
soon as we were half awake.  She soon found that sex and smoking are a
perfect match and that drove me into performances I never thought I would
be able of.  After three days of extorting exercises, we had to stay
chastely in bed, as our organs were so sore we could neither dress nor sit.
Every minute of the day I sent up a prayer to thank whoever was in charge
up there for meeting this gorgeous woman.  Her body turned out to
absolutely fantastic.  Those incredible breasts!  Perfect pear shape, no
sag and as firm as they were big.  Then her skin, so incredibly smooth! 
Her buttocks were big and inviting and of course I took up the invitation
more than once.  And how passionate she turned out to be!  Even now, after
many years, we often spend whole weekends naked and fucking like rabbits.
   The End