Message-ID: <15388eli$9809180544@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: mjc9554@my-dejanews.com Subject: Hot Smoke and Sassafras (part 4) mf - oral, mast., teasing, SMOKING FETISH, public sex... (Ah, let's face it folks... IT'S JUST PLAIN DIRTY!!) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6tsfjl$e0n$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> Internal joke; You will notice that the Sassafras tree has absolutely nothing to do with the theme of this story, however, "HOT SMOKE AND SASSAFRAS" was a song by a little known rock group of the 1960s called 'The Bubble Puppy.' It was a hit when my wife and I were dating, and still remains as one of my favorite songs by a commercial band. * This story is a modified re-post originally submitted to DEJANEWS as a reply to someone with common interests. WARNING: Sex and cigarette smoking GRAPHICALLY portrayed! If cigarette smoking offends you... TURN BACK NOW! If sex offends you... WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!? (Part 4) WE TAKE OUR 'ACT' ON THE ROAD. From that moment on, Becky, that sweet-witty-perceptive-intelligent girl with whom I exchanged vows only ten years before, became ONE HOT BITCH!! She KNEW her smoking turned me on so! It was my fault, really. I handed her the loaded gun! She would use it every chance she'd get, no matter where we were and at anytime. It was pleasurable torture... FOR THE BOTH OF US! She also understood, that at any moment she wanted, I could easily be teased and seduced with the slightest effort on her part! TALK ABOUT PAVLOV'S DOG!!! I'm sure the Russian physiologist had never dreamed of anything like this! Literally, just the sound of her lighter clicking into action was enough to send my cock pointing skyward in my pants and coat the inside with copious amounts of pre-cum. My wife LOVED the sight of that happening to me! She would light up and take quick glances below my belt at the tent and rapidly growing sticky spot. I never wore underwear, so my dick and balls were always well defined, to the point where you could tell what religion I was! This also would take it's toll on Becky! I mean, she REALLY got off on teasing me in public, watching my cum spurt and the wet spot grow larger WITHOUT EVEN TOUCHING ME! Then... she took the next dangerous step to satisfy her urge. She started to get into jerking me off, with my prod still confined in my trousers, in public places where she KNEW the chances of being caught were good! THIS was HER particular fetish and fast becoming one of my favorites. She enjoyed the sight and feel of my stiff prick throbbing and shooting off in my saturated slacks as a result of her expert manipulations and sensual smoking! When I'd spurt off, I'd watch her thighs rubbing together, listen to her breathing become rapid and her eyes roll up into her head. I'm not kidding! She absolutely LOVED to jack me off through my loose trousers!!!! Once, we went out to an exclusive restaurant in town (sound familiar?). I was in my best 'bib and tucker.' Becky looked especially hot that night dressed in a slinky black evening gown and wearing black strappy high heels. Her shoulder length hair was permed slightly back behind her ears. I remember, she wore long sexy dangling earrings. [I guess this is another fetish of mine. I'm a push over for slutty earrings!] Becky's face was absolutely radiant! Her lipstick and make-up, impeccably applied, gave her face that look of sexual prowess I SO enjoy. Distractive, to say the least. She had chosen the reddest and wettest looking lip gloss to wear that night. Her lips positively shimmered in various angles of light. I walked into the restaurant with extreme pride at having her by my side! The maitre d' escorted us to our table and we sat down to begin enjoying an exciting evening. My wife was about to show me just HOW exciting it could get!! The tables at this fine establishment were fairly private. A kind of large high-backed booth affair with leather seats. Surrounding the top of the booth there was potted foliage chiefly made up of orchids and other exotic flowering plants which added to the feeling of solitude. Becky and I could sit next to each other in the large booth and look out onto the floor of the restaurant at the other diners as they sat innocently eating their meals. The tables had another great feature I should mention. Long tablecloths spilling almost all the way to the floor, so no one could see what was about to transpire! The waiter took our wine order and left us to converse on the events of our day. My attention was intensely riveted on Becky's face and the raw sexual beauty she exuded as she talked on about what happened at work. I found my cock growing steadily as I watched her reach into her purse for her B&H's menthol 100s (this was not a plug) and place them on the table in front of her. I was not aware of it, but she had already begun to tease me by not lighting a cigarette right away. She merely removed one from the pack, and placed it between her slender fingers, using it teasingly as a prop in her conversation. THAT was sexy enough! She had painted her long fingernails in deep red polish. That, in stark contrast with her all white cigarette send my heads in a spin... BOTH of them, if you catch my drift! Forgive me, but I wanted to spurt all over her THEN. When she finally brought the filter to those lips of hers and sweetly asked for a light, my dick was SO stiff it hurt, and the thick flow of pre-cum already completely saturated my loose dress slacks. I was thinking of toddling off to the men's room to take care of this 'problem' if I could only figure out a way of getting there without anyone noticing. But I stayed. I lit her cigarette and never noticed her other hand being placed on my knee. I should had known she was well aware of my raging wet hard-on but I was so taken with her intoxicating beauty... I never saw what was about to happen. While talking casually, the little wench made certain no one noticed her hand creeping up my thigh to my aching cock. The cum-soaked tent in my pants and my stiffy encased within would be her reception committee! I gasped in surprise and pent up sexual tension when her hand closed around my swollen dick, and began to mold the wet sticky fabric all around it, while she took a long sexy drag from her lipstick-coated cigarette! She then leaned in close to my face and exhaled as she breathed; "Oooh my! You poor baby! Did my smoking get you ALL SWOLLEN and WET down there again? Auh... tisk tisk... Well, we can't just take you out here! NO! hmmmm... Well... I guess I'll just have to make it pop in your pants!! Auh... I know it hurts. I'll make it pop and you'll feel much better. I'll make the swelling go down by doing this!"..... And with that, she proceeded to squeeze the sticky material around my rock hard prick, which was sticking straight up in my slacks by then, and vigorously jack it up and down while taking sexy drags from her cigarette! My pants were so wet, the fabric molded around my cock as if it were tightly upholstered! Every detail there for her hand to feel during it's slick trips up and down! I was worried someone would hear the sexy chopping sounds of my cock being wetly jacked off through my trousers. When no one seemed to catch on, I gave in to the exquisite nastiness of it all, sat back and relaxed as much as possible! I bucked my hips, forcing my encased prick up into her pumping fist. "Make it pop honey! PLEASE! Make it pop! It hurts SO bad!!" I breathed, out of control. Her breathing became ragged as her hand raced up and down in a slick motion on the obscene sticky tent of my pants. I could tell at that point she was beginning to experience an orgasm of her own. She intended to take us both there! All around us, people were carrying on normal conversations and eating their meals while I was having my stiff dick violently jerked off THROUGH MY TROUSERS by the most beautiful woman in the room! THIS WAS TOO MUCH!!!! I quickly approached my orgasm and groaned softly while she took another drag and blew it in my sweaty face. I had to stop myself from screaming out loud when my dick throbbed uncontrollably in her hand and began to shoot off wad upon wad in my soaked pants! I spurted SO long and SO hard, it oozed through the fabric and dripped in sloppy strands off her pistoning fist! We were completely out of control. I had to stop her well after our mutual orgasms for fear of some one noticing our bodies jerking in our seats! We did our best to calm down and look around. The business of the restaurant went on as usual. No one noticed. After that, we ate dinner and talked about a way of getting me out of there without anyone taking notice to my fully cum-soaked slacks.................. (to be continued) part 5: "SLOW DOWN, I'LL TELL YOU WHEN!...I MAY NEVER WALK AGAIN!" Any comments? mjc9554@my-dejanews.com I'd be pleased to here from you! -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----