Smoking Fetish, Katrina’s Office Job, and Smoke Breaks Part 2
The office manager never joined me on any of my other smoke breaks. He only joined me on those nights that I stayed late. After a few late nights, he loosened up a bit. This particular night, he started asking me about my smoking. The questions were innocent enough, but I got the vibe that he was flirting with me. I did not say anything sexually enticing, but I did get a little flirty with my cigarette. It was the way that I flicked the ash after taking a deep drag and the way that I held the cigarette. It was a bit of a turn-on for me. Come to find, it was a huge turn-on for him.
I did not immediately notice his erection. It wasn’t until I tossed my butt down and stepped on it to put it out that I noticed it. Until that moment, I had been looking at his face. I did not let on that I had seen it and we went back inside. He went into his office and shut the door. I returned to my cubicle. As I finished, I wondered if he was working in there or if he was stroking a big boner. I knocked on his door to let him know that I was leaving. I heard him say, “Okay, see you tomorrow.”
He did not sound weird, but I still wondered.
The next day, I was curious. So, I stayed in the office when the rest went out for lunch. I went into the office and checked the manager’s computer. It was easy to find the security file and inside that file, I found a sub-file labeled ‘Katrina’. I contained only clips of me outside smoking. Then it all hit me. I was not the only smoker in the office, but I was the only female smoker. Also, I realized that my office manager had a smoking fetish. It was a total turn-on. I decided to test my theory the next day.
Fate was on my side that next evening. It started storming late in the afternoon right before quitting time. I had dressed special that day. It felt sexy to put on a short, tight skirt with stockings and heels. I had on a low-cut blouse with sexy, red lingerie underneath. Also, I made a point to wear my sexiest red lipstick. At first, I thought the storm would cancel my plans, but my office manager actually made it much easier. Once the office cleared out, I was at my cubicle and I thought that I would test my theory another night. Then, my manager walked out of his office, came up to my cubicle, and said, “It’s raining heavy tonight. If you want to stay late, you could have a cigarette in my office so you don’t get all wet.”
Surprised, but delighted, I agreed.
He sat down in his office chair and offered me a chair next to him. I sat down and pulled my lighter out of my bra. It had become a habit for him to light my cigarette. I offered him the lighter and leaned closer for him to light the cigarette. Then, I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. I stayed that way until I exhaled. Then I looked at his groin and blew my smoked there too. He had an erection. I looked up at his face and directly into his eyes. I took the plunge and said, “You have a smoking fetish, right?” and he blushed. I smiled and took another drag of my cigarette. I kept my eyes on his eyes as I exhaled the smoke towards his groin again. He trembled a bit and I knew the answer.
“I … ah … yes, I have a smoking fetish,” he said in an excited stutter, “but … I don’t want to cheat on my wife.” He was obviously excited but clearly disappointed. It made me smile even wider as I said, “I don’t want you to cheat on your wife. I only want to watch you do what you do when you watch me. Is that cheating?” Then I blew more smoke on his groin before sitting back in my chair. He considered my proposal and I said, “It’s not like I’ll be touching you at all. Let’s face it, you’re going to either stroke your cock while I watch or after I leave while you watch those security clips of me smoking.”
Then he looked alarmed, so I said, “Don’t worry. It will be our little secret.”
I continued to smoke as he unzipped his pants and pulled out a big, hard dick. I smoked leisurely. We were close together, but we never touched. I blew smoke rings at the tip of his dick. My mouth was very close to the tip, but I never touched him. Once I saw his balls tighten, I blew one last drag all over his dick and then pulled back. A few seconds later, he blew his load, but not on me. Later that night as I lay in bed naked, I lit a cigarette, closed my eyes, and played it all back as I rubbed my wet pussy. In my mind, every drag on my cigarette, I imagined it was my red lips blowing smoke on the tip of his dick and sucking it. I came as he came in my mouth.
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