I work for a large research University and it is female smoking heaven.
The gloriously gorgeous female smokers abound in every variety and I enjoy them immensely. Most of course smoke Marlboro Lights, and while some are hungry for smoke, not that many tend to set themselves apart.

My penultimate experience, one that is probably as close to smoking Nirvana that I have ever experienced (I've never enjoyed the smokesex that I dream of)...was this.

First I must preface by saying that my fetish causes me to desire smoke more than food or water. When I see a gorgeous woman smoking I want to smoke what she smokes, the way she smoke, and ideally smoke with her. I quit smoking as it were some 15 years ago, but the cravings and intensity have never left. I have to choose not to smoke day by day, and beautiful women smoking make it worse.

I had seen her before...long blond hair, average size with maybe a little wider hips than the average. But she had the look friends. You guys know what I mean. She used a HOLDER. Yes a holder, on a college campus. I had seen her several times before at a distance and in passing. She seemed to have a little ritual that she would go through. She'd lovingly pull out a long brown-filtered cigarette, and load her beautiful holder with it. She'd light her cigarette and nurse that holder like there was no tomorrow.

It was always at a distance..until one day walking through the quad...I saw here sitting down, books in hand...as if going outside to take a smoke before class.

I slowed down and pretended to be waiting on someone myself...you guys know the routine. Acting non-chalant (yeah right!). I was trying so hard not to stare, but I saw her going through the ritual. I saw her begin to nurse the holder taking some of the deepest and longest drags I had ever seen. She would let the smoke trickle out of her nose and seemed to be making it dance on purpose. You could tell she enjoyed her cigarette immensely.

Well, it was time to do a fly by and a brand id. MAYBE just maybe I'd smile at her and get a warm smile back. I love it when I get a "dragging smile"...when a woman gives you a flash of a smile while pulling hard on a cigarette or in the middle of an inhale.

I did the fly by...and it just jumped out guys. I couldn't stop it...I met her gaze and she smiled warmly with smoke dancing from her nostrils and her holder held HIGH like a lady carries it. This girl was all of 23-24 but understood glamor like an old-time Hollywood actress. In that moment, I knew that SHE KNEW what she was doing to me.

I said "wow...I LOVE your holder!" I FELT LIKE AN IDIOT>>>WHY OH WHY DID I SAY THAT?

Taking another drag she said "Thank you" with an angelic smile that could launch ships.

I was abolutely enamored. I was weak at the knees...my heart was beating out of my chest. I'm sure I turned red and I thought my member would break trying to escape my shorts.

Then I said something else STUPID STUPID STUPID..."do you have an extra cigarette?" WHY OH WHY AM I SO DUMB?

and she said ...sure! She reached for a (then) gold pack of Marlboro 100's full flavor. She put the holder in her teeth and held it while she retrieved her almost empty pack, pulled a gorgeous brown filter 100 from it and handed it to me.

"are you sure you have enough? I don't want to take your last one." She said "no problem...I have another pack in my bag."

She handed me her lighter and I tried to light my gift-Marlboro. I know she had to see my hands trembling, and as fate would have it, the lighter would not light for me.

Suddenly I sensed something in my peripheral vision and saw smoke in my face..she was handing me her HOLDERED CIGARETTE to light from!

Oh man...I was so HIGH I hesitated...THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! She looked at me kinda funny and said "you can light with mine."

And my trembling hands took from her a smoldering, delicious full flavor filter cigarette in a beautiful cigarette holder. She had must taken a draw and smoke was still creeping out the end. I felt like just gazing at it and enjoying its beauty but I knew I had to keep my composure.

I have never wanted anything in my life as much as I wanted a drag on her holder..but I didn't want to push my luck! I can still see the tip end of the holder...it was an ivory color and I noticed TAR STAINS on its tip from where she had used it so much. SHE WAS TASTING TAR EVERY TIME SHE DREW ON IT! And it was satifying her.

I lit my beautiful treasure the goddess had given me, and tried to act cool! (YEAH RIGHT!)...I went away to enjoy it, where I could still watch her, yet give her "space". I said "THANKS...as I returned her holdered treasure and she eagerly placed it back in her lips for satisfaction.

I don't think I've ever enjoyed a cigarette more in my life. I inhaled deeper and stronger than I ever remember. It had been months since I'd had a drag and I got really light headed but it was no matter.

The next morning I stopped and picked up a couple of packs of Marlboro 100's one for me, and one for her. I timed it where I would be back in that area, just at that classtime, and sure enough I saw her. I delivered to her a full unopened pack of Marlboro 100's...she was amazed! She said "you didn't have to give me a whole pack!" I said..it's my pleasure..that way I have a friend and not someone who considers me a bum! I took extreme pleasure in providing cigarettes for her.

While there have been MANY over the years...I just don't believe I have ever been any closer to SF nirvana than at that moment. I smoked for about a week..enough to develop full blown cravings again...and quit again!

sorry so long, but what a trip down memory lane

Can anyone relate?

Jo (pronounced YO)