Ten years ago she was a 27yr old hairstylist working at the neighborhood Supercuts shop. I found her because driving by or walking by there to go to the supermarket I could see her or a few others outside smoking their cigarettes in front of the ashcan. I decided to try goin in there to get my haircut and hopefully getting her as the stylist. The first approach, she was outside sucking one down and by the gold pack in her hand it was Marlboro 100's full flavor in the gold pack that they used to come in back then. She was cute, about 5ft 4in. and yet she was slightly chubby she was 160lbs. She was no beauty queen, she did have short dark hair and blue eyes though, but what was excellent was the fact that she seemed to be a heavy smoker of these Marlboro 100 cigarettes. I pretended to be reluctant to go in and she said to me that there was another stylist in there or she said if I wanted she'd be right in and then she began to hunch over that ashcan and take back to back inhalations into her lungs. I told her I wasn't in any hurry and to relax and finish her cigarette. She said it was no problem because she could come out and smoke almost whenever she wanted between customers. She finished the cigarette in a series of back to back drags, and I saw she was wearing a pair of shorts and a shirt and wore some white cross between sandals and flats. Looking at her shapely legs and ankles, I was aroused and watching her with the cigarette, and smoking a high tar brand 100 so intensely I was aroused even more. I wound up getting her to cut my hair, and made some small talk and flirted a bit with her. She seemed like she didn't get a whole lot of attention being she wasn't a beauty queen nor exactly thin, and being a smoker she later admitted in our short relationship that most men didn't like her smoking. She had a nice touch and I even liked her hands and she cut my hair well. I could also smell the faint trace of cigarettes on her and occasionally she let out that slight two second rumble, just enough to re-arrange the tar inside her chest from the countless drags and packs per day over the years. After she cut my hair I left her a good tip and she followed me outside and lit up another cigarette, I joined her for a cigarette and I remarked to her like wow! you must get to smoke alot. She said yes, and finally after some talking about smoking and cigarettes and her work she admitted that she was 2 packs a day. I was attracted!! 2 packs a day of Marlboro 100!! I had to have her. I wound up coming back in there 2 weeks later, but when I could I would pass by just to catch a glimpse of her smoking. The ashcan outside would be loaded at the end of the day from her butts if I passed by late. Finally, during the 2nd hairstyle I continued flirting, she flirting back with me and I asked her out. This time she was wearing a pair of low heeled black heeled shoes, dark hose, a black skirt and black top. She accepted my offer and we went out on a platonic firsrt date which ended up having tons of spark!! She was great because she really loved to smoke, and she even liked the fact that I loved seeing her smoke. She was pleasantly surprised, because most guys nagged her to quit or she had hard times getting dates she felt because she smoked. She was one woman that i didn't have to encourage to smoke heavier or change brands or styles.. she came already smoking the right cigarette, the right amount and the right style. Her nose exhales were a sight to watch. I loved it when she would double, triple and even quadruple pump. I loved seeing all her butts in an ashtray. Her morning cigarette cough was a pleasure to be awakened to in the morning immediately followed by her reaching for the pack and lighter. We were highly attracted to one another and by the end of the 1st date we were messing around and petting heavily. By the 2nd date we were in the sack. And it was enough just me to let her know it was ok and she would light up normally in the bedroom during our sessions together. Her feet literally stunk!! After being on them all day in her shoes, they really reeked, stinking to high heaven, but still were feminine enough. Her feet were a bit pudgy and had a couple of callouses on the soles but otherwise they had a good curve, good skin, some red polish on the toes and the smell was powerfully enticing. She loved to make love and we would literally have marathons, I could make her climax time after time, and I would tell her how sexy she was and keep telling her to light up or smoke. I encouraged her to smoke, which honestly she didn't need much encouragement and she delighted in the fact that I loved her smoking habit. Favorite was when she would put the cigarette in her mouth dangle and handsfree drag while riding me, or me on top with her legs on my shoulders, lit cigarette in her mouth handsfree dragging, smoke pouring from her nostrils and me arching my back so that I could bury my nose into her smelly soles while in the throes of bedroom passion. Her lungs must have black because not only was she a very strong inhaler, smoking a high tar brand, but the 2 packs a day, at 27yrs old she had a great hack. It wasn't a long one, but just deep and phlegmlike enough to rumble and vibrate not just her big breasts but her entire body as well. It was great while making love to her while she dangled a cigarette and all of a sudden she'd let out a rumbly hack, the vibrations through her body were divine!!!She loved to smoke and even admitted it. I admitted to her that I loved her smoking, she thought it was a bit weird, but was pleasantly surprised because it was way better than having a nag to quit boyfriend. She was no beauty queen and if it wasn't for her cigarette smoking my interest in her would have been nil. Even my interest in her feet stemmed mainly from her cigarette smoking, her black lungs with their smokers hack rumbled, but she had a luscious voice, full, still sweet, but not at all raspy, but with a breathy panting quality. She thought it was different and was pleased by the foot attention I was giving her while she would smoke, but she would remark that her feet were pudgy, ugly and how could I stand it when even she thought they stunk!! At closing times at Supercuts, picking her up after work while closing the shop, sometimes she'd sneak a cigarette while closing up inside the shop. It was enticing to watch. Once on a double shift day, her feet were killing her and she kicked off her shoes and I got to watch her while waiting for her to close up prancing about in just her nyloned soles and with lit Marlboro 100 in her mouth. I told her that was how I would love to see her all the time. But our relationship was a sexual firework, and it was mainly fueled by her heavy cigarette habit. I relished every deep puff she took, the fact that her lungs coughed and rumbled, that she was overweight, unhealthy lung wise, had stinky soles but could command the bedroom like a goddess. She had big breasts and I used to enjoy them and fantasize about how black her lungs were underneath. She wanted a serious relationship out of it. I stupidly couldn't commit and the thing was without her cigarette habit I wondered if i would stay attracted to her. But to be honest, stupid me, because this woman would have loved me for a lifetime probably, made love to my hearts desire, let me smell and kiss her feet every day and honestly I don't think she would have ever quit smoking cigarettes. She was way to hooked and smoked heavily, she seemed like she would have been a good candidate for lung cancer and emphysema. Already she had the smokers cough and a bit of the slight wheeze at times and the pant that women smokers can have. Big mistake not sticking with her and just keeping her at the shallow sex end of the spectrum. It was great for awhile, but she wanted more, and I was stupid, because she would have been a trophy in the smoky way. She was not pretty, at best she could be cute even with all the chubbiness, but her cigarette smoking, heavy and yet ladylike, nose exhales, dangles, the double and triple pumps, her lungs, her ashtrays, and her stinky feet could have kept me happy forever. So instead I am left with the memories of her only. I wonder where she is and if she's still smoking today...
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