Blue Smoke curled from a cigarette balanced in the ashtray. Her lipstick formed a deep red curve over the filter tip, a curve he longed to touch, to draw to his mouth as he breathed the heat from her mouth. She sipped her hot tea, while he reveled in the image, her face, filtered through the light fog of smoke, her dark eyes peeking through the haze.He leaned forward as she blew the smoke into his face, his eyes watering at the burn. She immediately took another drag and blew the smoke into his face a second time before returning it to the ashtray.
Reaching down to his lap,he adjusted his erection a trembling hand. This was sheer torture, the building emotions inside him as he watched her smoke the cigarette. Looking back at her, he let his eyes drift over her dark brown hair as it fell right at her shoulders. He longed to reach out and touch it, but that would disturb the rising tendrils of smoke from her cigarette.She raised the cigarette to her lips and stared intently into his eyes as she took a deep drag and then, teasingly, held the smoke in her lungs, letting but a wisp curl out of her mouth and twirl up along her nose. Sensing his anticipation she smiled and then blew the warm air into his face, watching him tremble in response.