The Black Cigarette

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The Black Cigarette
by Madeline
1 June 1996

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I checked my watch. It was 12:15, just after midnight. I switched on
the interior light of the car for a moment to refresh my lipstick
before I stepped out of the car. I turned around, locked the car door,
and smoothed out my tight black shirt and jeans shorts. I felt like I
was going to explode from the combination of uncertainty and lust.
"Madeline, you've got to calm down," I told myself. I took a slow,
deep breath and headed down the sidewalk.

My attention was divided between the feel of my body walking down the
sidewalk and the sign above a blues bar less than a block away. My
body felt light, powerful, as if I had complete control over every
nerve and muscle. The sign above the bar was just a symbol for my
actual purpose, Jim, who happened to be tending bar inside.

I tore my eyes from the sign for a moment to check my appearance in a
glass storefront. Months of working out had turned my naturally
slender body into a small work of art; I felt like I could conquer the
world, just by baring my naked body. Not that my body was all that
covered. The black shirt, as tight as it was, showed off my round
breasts and thin waistline, and you couldn't possibly miss my long,
tan legs in the Jean shorts. As one well-built bartender had noted a
month or so before, vanity was the inevitable consequence of working
out. But it was more than simple vanity. My own body, the clean lines
of my muscles, the curve of my breasts, the touch of my fingers, the
softness of my skin, was undoubtedly one of my most erotic symbols, a
source of my sense of sexual power. Lost in my thoughts, I suddenly
found myself grasping the door handle and inside the bar. A fog of
smoke, a blues band, and Paul the bouncer, greeted me at the door.

"Hey Paul, what's up?" I asked. I had hung out at Paul's apartment
last time I was in town, when some old friends of mine had all gone
out.

"Oh hey Madeline, how're you doing? What brings you here?"

I pulled a black clove cigarette out of the box that I was carrying.
"I'm doing very well. And I'm just lookin' for Jim. You got a light?"
Just as Paul was lighting my clove, I spotted Jim. He was behind the
bar, obviously unaware of my presence.

"Jim didn't say anything about you stopping by... Is he expecting
you?" Paul asked me.

"Oh no. I don't even think that he knows that I'm back in town yet. I
called over to the bar earlier to make sure that he was working. The
expression on his face when he sees me will be worth the trouble, I
suspect." I flashed a devilish smile.

I hopped up on one of the stools that faced the bar area next to Paul
and took a drag of my clove, savoring sensuality of the rich smoke. I
have never been much of a smoker, but I tend to light up when I'm
drinking or even just thinking too hard about sex. There's something
about the sensuality of a cigarette, particularly of a clove, that I
can't help but associate with sex. Paul and I chatted for a while, but
my mind was completely absorbed by the figure behind the bar, the
thought of his beautiful body underneath me, of the feel of his touch
on my skin, the taste of his cock. I nearly lost my will and went over
to the bar to order a drink, to force Jim to notice my presence. I
don't know how I managed to restrain myself, but I did.

Jim finally noticed me just as I was taking the black clove from my
lips. He stared for a moment, in shock, and then smiled. As I exhaled
the smoke, I smiled slowly, with an expression that must have told
everyone in the bar that I wanted to fuck him. I slid off the stool
and over to an empty space at the bar.

"Hi Jim. How're you doing?" I asked casually.

"Madeline! What the hell are you doing here?" Jim laughed. "I mean,
it's great to see you. I just didn't think that you'd be back home so
soon."

"Well here I am. Can you hang out tonight after you get off work?" On
the exterior, it was an innocent enough question. But really, I may as
well have asked him whether he was interested in sex or a blowjob.

"Sure," he said, laughing his slow laugh. "Sure," he repeated. "Great.
Now can I get some vodka and fruit juice?"

I threw four dollars on the bar when Jim brought me my drink and
headed back to my stool next to Paul. I was glad, very glad, that Jim
was free for the evening, both in the sense that he wasn't doing
anything and that he wasn't seeing anyone. It is always a good bet
that Jim is unattached, but one can never be completely sure.

Jim was able to take a break at one point and came out to say hello.
He wrapped his arms around me, enveloping me in his broad chest,
holding me too tightly and too long for a platonic friend. I felt like
melting.

I hung out with Paul until closing time, chatting idlely, smoking,
sipping my drink. I couldn't think of anything but Jim though. As I
watched Jim move behind the bar, I couldn't help but imagine pressing
him against the wall of his bedroom, stripping his clothes off,
running my hands over his body, kissing down his stomach, slowly
licking the head of his cock, and then engulfing it in my mouth. I
kept replaying that scene through my head, torturing myself with the
inevitable wait. At closing time, I headed over to the 24 hour food
place ("restaurant" would be too strong a word to use in this case)
and waited for Jim to finish closing out the bar. I was completely on
edge, waiting for Jim to arrive. I found my hands slowly caressing my
thighs, my sides, the underside of my breasts; even sipping my hot tea
became a sensuous activity. I tried to think of something other than
Jim, just to pass the time more quickly. But I failed; all that I
could do was wonder why Jim was such a sex object for me, even though
we had also been friends for a number of years. No other man was such
a longstanding object of desire as Jim.

When Jim finally walked in, I sat bolt upright in the booth, my fists
clenched beside me. My face slowly broke into a smile as I watched him
come over to the table and slide into the seat next to me. I slid one
hand over his thigh, letting it come to rest right above his inner
thigh, and slowly ran my fingers in small movements across the smooth
fabric of his jeans. I'm not sure who my touch affected more; it was
definitely driving me all the more insane with desire.

"So are you ready to go back to your apartment or do you want to grab
something to eat?" I asked, as I ran my fingers even further up his
thigh.

Jim took a deep breath, obviously feeling the sexual tension. "Oh, I
don't think that I'm hungry enough." He slid out of the booth, and I
followed behind. We walked to the car, drove the few blocks to his
apartment, and headed inside. We chatted about mutual friends and what
we were doing until we walked inside the apartment, when the
conversation turned to more relevant matters.

"I'd like to take a shower. That okay?" Jim asked.

"Perfectly fine." I lit up another clove, trying to stave off my
inclination to attack him right there.

"You interested in joining me?"

I laughed. "It almost seems too intimate for us. But sure, I could use
a shower."

I couldn't keep my eyes off of Jim as we stripped. The clean lines of
his muscles, his broad, bare chest, the glow of his skin, illuminated
only by the streetlamp outside, captivated my attention. This evening,
I thought to myself, was going to be very enjoyable.

The shower was warm and sensuous. We let the water fall across our
faces as we kissed, gently, teasingly, all the while letting the tips
of our fingers glide over the other's flesh. Jim slid his soapy hands
across my breasts and stomach, the slippery lather making his firm
touch on my skin seem more delicate, more controlled. When Jim's
fingers slid down my side, over my hip, across my thigh and toward my
sex, I was sure that I was going to collapse, The muscles in my thighs
were shaking, my breathing was labored, and the fire in my sex was
raging. But when he parted the lips of my pussy, his fingers gently
massaging my clit, circling my hole, I had to grab onto his free arm
and lean against the wall for support. My fingernails bit into his arm
as he slowly fingered me, every touch driving me wild with desire. I
wanted the feeling of lust, of my body completely overtaken with a
single emotion, to last. I wanted to savor it, to feel it over and
over again as his hands roamed my body.

Jim's touch on my clit finally drove my body, leaning precariously
against the wall, to explode into orgasm. Jim leaned over, his lips
brushing softly against my neck, as the heat swelled in my sex, slowly
radiating outward to my extremities. The hours of constant arousal
that evening, the tension, the doubts, the excitement, were finally
released. Even as the orgasm was fading, I still could not hold myself
upright. I sunk to my knees, barely noticing the hot water running
down my body and over my face. I do not know how much later I rose to
my feet; it could not have been longer than a few minutes, although it
felt like an eternity. Jim was slowly caressing my face with his palm.

"Let's get out of here." I nodded in response.

Back downstairs, clean and dry, we stretched out on the bed, facing
each other, running our fingers slowly over each other's skin. Jim's
hand slowly explored my skin, sliding up my thigh, over my hip, across
my stomach, over my breasts, up to my face and back down again. I
still don't have words to properly describe how his touch, gentle and
firm all at the same time. It almost felt like I was bathing in lust,
swimming in the most luscious of waters, submerging myself in the
intensity of the sensations of the moment.

I began to move my hand, resting on Jim's thigh, in slow circles
towards the inside of his thigh, teasing him with the thought of my
hand around his cock. He sucked in a breath as I carefully brushed
against the edge of his pubic hair. I leaned over his body, kissing
his stomach, slowly working down to his now rock-hard cock. My hand
kneaded the muscle of his inner thigh. The thought of giving Jim head
only aroused me further, although I'm not sure how that was possible.
I had his cock in my mouth once before, only about a month before, and
I was nearly salivating to have it once more.

I grasped Jim's cock in one hand, and slowly brought my lips to the
head. I swirled my tongue over the head and down along the underside
of the shaft. I brought my lips around the head, slowly engulfing his
cock. With every stroke, I brought Jim's cock deeper into my mouth,
until my hand, now wet with saliva, and my mouth were completely
wrapped around it. As I sucked and licked Jim's cock, I focussed on
his reaction, the touch of his hand on my hair, the muscles in his
thighs, his breathing, to better control his pleasure. With every
slight moan, every sudden breath, I felt more powerful, more in
control. It was that control over his pleasure, over the the intensity
of his physical sensation that made me love giving him head, that made
what I was doing making love to his cock.

I slowed down my pace, not wanting him to come too soon, not wanting
my pleasure to be over so soon. I engulfed him in my mouth, swirling
my tongue around the underside of his shaft and over his head. I
cupped his balls in one hand, gently caressing them as I slowly
stroked his cock. As I quickened the pace of my strokes and the
intensity of the pressure, Jim's breathing became more audible with
every stroke. His hand, resting on my head, began to exert a slight
pressure, urging me to continue. I slid my hand down to Jim's balls
again, gently massaging them. I sucked and licked and swirled my
tongue over Jim's cock relishing feel of it inside of my mouth. Jim
exploded inside my mouth in short bursts, his cum slipping down my
throat. I swallowed every drop and slowly licked his cock clean,
savoring the feel of it inside my mouth.

I lay back on the bed beside Jim, who seemed to be in a state of
shock. I reached over to the nightstand, fumbling for the pack of
cloves. I finally got one out of the box, lit it, took a few drags,
and handed it over to Jim. He took a drag and handed it back to me. We
lay like that in the darkness, in silence, just passing the clove back
and forth between us until we finished it. I lay on my back, my hands
above my head, waiting lazily for Jim's head to stop reeling from the
orgasm I had given him.

After a few minutes, Jim turned over on his side, facing me, the soft
skin of his chest barely brushing up against my side. His hand slowly
began tracing the contours of my body, leaving a trail of burning
sensation that cried out for more attention. As his hand moved down my
stomach, I would forget to breathe, leaving me gasping for air as his
hand moved back upwards, across my stomach, over my breasts. Jim's
hand slowly moved downward, over my hip to my thigh, around to the
soft flesh on the inside of my leg, just inches from my burning sex. I
was barely able to breathe as he slowly massaged my inner thigh,
getting closer to my sex with each motion. I felt his fingers part my
sex, seeking out the wetness, and slowly, deliberately explore my sex,
circling my hole, massaging my clit. My whole body was shaking
uncontrollably from his touch, unable to feel anything but the
pleasure radiating from my sex.

My back arched involuntarily as two fingers slid into my cunt. Jim
began slowly sliding his fingers in and out of me, pressing upward on
my g-spot. My muscles quivered with every motion; my flesh was on fire
with the intensity of the the sensations. As Jim's thrusts became
faster, harder, my sex ached for release, ached for the feeling of
pleasure washing over my body.

"Faster," I whispered, trying to find my voice. "More, faster."

Jim complied, thrusting his fingers inside of me with even more speed
and intensity. I was right on the edge; my hands were tingling and
then going completely numb; I could feel the heat rising in my sex.
Suddenly my sex exploded in heat, wrapping my body in it's hot
pleasure. I was gasping for air, my hips writhing around Jim's
fingers, my hands pulling at the sheet underneath me. "Oh ggg.. oh oh
ggggoodd..." I struggled to breathe, completely overtaken by physical
sensation. Jim slowed down his thrusts for few seconds, letting me
breathe, and then picked up speed again, driving me to another
explosive orgasm. By the time that started to come down from that
orgasm, I could no longer feel my hands or my feet, apart from an
occasional tingle. I lay on the bed, completely motionless except my
heaving chest, unable to move. Jim slid his fingers out of my soaking
wet cunt, licked them clean, and lay on his side next to me, his hand
gently rubbing my stomach and circling my breasts.

I sat up, rolled Jim over on his back, and lay my body on top of his,
savoring the feel of his skin on mine. I gently kissed across his
shoulder, up his neck, across his face. I paused at his lips, gently
sucking on his bottom lip, before continuing across his face. His
hands gently rubbed my back, enveloping my body in his touch. I ran my
fingers through his curly hair, still slightly damp from the shower,
enjoying the softness sliding through my fingers. I could feel the
adrenaline of arousal building up in my system again, making me crave
Jim's touch all the more. The muscles in my stomach were quivering,
causing my breaths to come in short waves. Jim rolled me over onto my
back, his muscular frame hanging over me. Balancing himself on one
arm, he caressed my breast, my stomach, my thigh. His hand moved in
slow circles across my thigh towards my sex, teasing me with every
brush of his fingers against the heat of my sex.

Jim's hard cock, brushing lightly against my thighs, made me desperate
for him inside of me. I wanted him to plunge himself inside of me, to
bury himself to the hilt in my wet warmth. I grabbed a condom off of
the nightstand where I had thrown some earlier and handed it to Jim. I
stared him straight in the eye, and said softly, forcefully, "I want
you to fuck me... now." As Jim put on the condom, I slowly slid my
hands up his thighs, unable to think of anything but the pleasure of
being filled by Jim's cock. Hovering over me once more, Jim teased me
for a moment with his head against my entrance before plunging into
me. Every nerve in my sex was exploding with every thrust, crying out
for more. My hands hands gripped Jim's muscular forearms and my teeth
bit into his shoulder with every motion of Jim's cock inside of me. He
thrust into me relentlessly, nearly breaking me in two from the
intensity of the sensations.

It must have been the upward curve of Jim's cock, pressing up against
my g-spot, that drove me to the wild explosion of an orgasm. I could
barely breathe as heat radiated through my body and the walls of my
cunt spasmed around Jim's cock. In four more thrusts, my body exploded
around Jim's cock again, my hips grinding wildly into him. I was
gasping for air; my hands no longer had any feeling. My second
explosion drove Jim over the edge; he buried his face in my neck,
biting my shoulder, as he came inside of me.

Jim slowly lifted his head from my shoulder and lay down next to me. I
turned over on my side and caressed the smooth skin of his stomach. We
lay like that for a few minutes, only the sound of our breathing
disturbing the silence.

"So... are you interested in doing this again?" I asked Jim, with a
faint smile on my lips. "I'm going to be here all summer after all."

Jim laughed. "Yeah, sure. I could hardly refuse."

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