A Night in a Year: 20. Smoke

[jacquelineb]

Sighing, she starts to leave, wondering where to next. She’s not far up the lane when she hears movement behind her, and a voice calling out.

“Guess your friend left you.”

She looks over her shoulder. Curly hair, fingers at his mouth, holding a cigarette and a lighter.
She goes with a reasonably honest response. “Some men are such teases.”

He puts the cigarette between his lips, and lights it. He inhales, and lets the smoke trail out.

“I’m not.”

She cocks her head, pretending to not believe him, provoking, just a little.

“Show me then.”

He grins around the cigarette. “Where?”

She glances around, and just over her shoulder is a narrow alley. Enough for two people to fit, if grabbing at each other. She looks back at him, indicates with her head.

He nods. “Let me finish this.”

She will. As he draws smoke into his mouth, she walks back to him. He exhales, curious, other hand in his pocket. She stands next to him, her tits angled at his arm, and she reaches down, and cups her hand over his crotch. It takes a moment to find his cock and balls through the denim, but the softness of one and stiffness of the other soon sit in her palm. She caresses, massages, enjoys thinking about the tissue, the sponge-like quality, how the denim might be rubbing against it, the kind of dry friction, for she suspects he is not wearing underwear.

“Mmm… that’s nice… very nice…”

He just stands and lets her touch. He exhales smoke away from her, looks in her eyes, flicks ash away, doesn’t touch her at all. Just lets her do this. Only when she gives it a quick tug does he growl, and his cigarette, almost at the butt, is tossed away.

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Next: 21. Wall

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