Smoking Fetish: His Smoking Fetish had Me Buying Pack after Pack
Oh my, a Smoking Fetish Fantasy can be fun, especially if you enjoy smoking as much as I do. Ironically a sexy guy at my gym had a huge smoking fetish. I didn’t even know that a smoking fetish was thing. Then one day, I was sitting outside after my workout enjoying a smoke. I know, smoking after working out is not the healthiest thing to do. But, as I said, I LOVE to smoke.
After enjoying a few drags, this buff and a sexy guy came out the door. He caught me by surprise. Being in the middle of taking a long drag, getting ready to feel that smoke flow, I tried hiding the smoke. I’d been admiring him for a while, and did not want to ruin my chances if he didn’t like smokers. Since he was a gym rat I was pretty sure he would hate the fact that I smoked.
Then, we made eye contact and I smiled my most seductive and “I would love to fuck you if you are interested” smile.
After a moment, I saw his eyes go down toward my hand to look at my cigarette. Moving my hand behind my back, I quickly said I was trying to quit. It wasn’t a lie, I had already cut down quite a bit. However, his reaction left me surprised and a bit confused. He told me that I shouldn’t do that. It was my turn to look a little baffled. However, when he said that I looked sexy as hell when I smoked it finally clicked. He had a smoking fetish.
So much for being a healthy work out gym rat, a woman that smoked won the day.
Over the next week, every time he came out of the Gym, I would make sure to be standing there smoking a cigarette. He would give me a sexy smile and move on to his car. It began to feel like he was never going to make a move. But, one day that all changed.
That day, he walked right up to me and then watched my lips as I drew in a long drag. Looking him straight in the eye, I blew out smoke rings right at him. He lifted his index finger and slid it right through the ring, in a fucking motion. I swear my pussy clenched as I imagined him sliding that finger in and out of me. After what seemed an eternity, with a sexy grin, he said, “Are you trying to turn me on or are you just a cock tease?”
“Me, a cock tease?” I asked. Then, I looked up at him and in my sexy, seductive voice told him that I never tease. Picking up my yoga mate I started to walk to a grassy area behind the building. When I realized he was still standing there, I used the two fingers, holding my cigarette, to make a “come over here baby, gesture.” At that moment, I could swear I saw something growing in his work out shorts as he followed me.
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