The Smoking Friend

While at University, Jemma became good friends with a girl named Michelle. One weekend, the eighteen-year-old students visited Michelle’s hometown, where Jemma met her friend’s dad, Pete. He was forty and tall with short, black hair and a moustache.

Dressed in a pair of shorts and a vest, Jemma observed how attractive he was for an older man, and quickly suspected he had similar thoughts about her. She was a young, bubbly brunette, generously curved in all the right places.

Her long, brown hair was in a high, severe ponytail and she was wearing a black Guns and Roses t-shirt, paired with denim shorts and boots. Pete gave her a strong impression that he liked what he saw.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Jemma,” he beamed, shaking her hand.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” The busty brunette blushed as his gaze moved down onto her breasts.

“Jemma is a smoker, dad. You don’t mind, do you?” Michelle announced.

“Of course not,” her dad replied, smiling at Jemma. He silently lusted after female smokers. Particularly young women with big tits.

Jemma was flattered by the looks he was giving her, but she was also suddenly embarrassed to be a smoker. Guys were often turned off when they found out she was a smoker, but then she’d never met a man like Pete before.

“It’s ok,” she blushed. “I can smoke when I’m out tonight.”

“Nonsense!” Pete exclaimed. “You’re our guest this weekend. I used to be a smoker myself. It’s perfectly fine.”

“Are you sure?” Jemma squirmed, not wanting to impose.

“I’m sure,” he smiled, wondering if the gorgeous brunette could get any hotter.

While Michelle took their bags up to her bedroom and used the toilet, Pete grabbed an old, clean ashtray from under the kitchen sink, encouraging Jemma to smoke inside the house. She produced a packet of Newport menthol and thanked him for the ashtray.

Jemma could see her friend’s dad was watching her closely. She flipped the packet open, slid out a long Newport cigarette and placed the cork filter between her lips. Once she lit it with a soft pull of the lips, Pete grinned and asked her about university and where she was from.

Jemma removed the cigarette from her mouth and inhaled a thick rolling ball of smoke into her lungs, unintentionally arousing him. When she exhaled a steady stream of smoke from her pretty, pursed lips, Pete thought she looked even sexier with a cigarette.

Jemma sensed his arousal but didn’t link it to her smoking. She was used to older guys staring at her, believing they were just lusting after a young woman’s body. Most of the time she enjoyed the attention, but Pete was her friend’s dad.

“I like your t-shirt. Are you a fan of the band?” Pete grinned at her full chest again as she inhaled another drag.

“Yeah,” Jemma replied, nodding as she released more smoke into the kitchen.

She felt like she was being examined while they talked throughout her cigarette. Jemma always smoked slowly and seductively. It wasn’t deliberate, it was just how she smoked, but Pete’s wandering gaze had her tingling all over.

Thank God I’m wearing a bra, she thought. Her nipples were erect and sensitive while her panties dampened with excitement. As she finished the cigarette, Michelle finally joined them, and Pete’s gaze no longer lingered so obviously.

The girls then made something to eat before going upstairs to get ready for a proper night out. Pete was respectful and remained downstairs while they took turns to shower. Then Jemma returned a couple of hours later, looking unbelievably ravishing.

The look on Pete’s face, when he saw the young, gorgeous brunette wearing a black, twist front, bodycon dress, was one of the most penetrating looks a guy had ever given her. The burning lust in his eyes had Jemma turning to mush inside.

“Bloody hell, Jemma!” he gasped, when she entered the kitchen for another cigarette. Michelle was still in her bedroom, finishing off getting ready.

“What?” Jemma laughed out loud, flattered and embarrassed by his outburst. She knew damn well what!

“Sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that, but you look amazing,” he said, slightly embarrassed for losing his composure.

“Thanks. I won’t share your reaction with Michelle,” Jemma teased him. She sat at the kitchen table and opened her packet of Newport menthol.

“Please don’t,” Pete chuckled. “She’ll kill me.” They laughed in unison at the knowledge they both knew they were flirting. “Your hair looks really nice too,” he added. “Would you like a drink?”

Jemma had straightened out her long, brown locks with curls at the end for her night out. Her hair cascaded down the front of her shoulders, looking very beautiful and sexy.

“Thank you,” she smiled, securing one of the long, cork-filtered cigarettes between her glossy red lips. “I’ll have whatever you’re having,” she answered, then lit up with her cheeks hollowed and blushing.

“Where is Michelle taking you tonight?” Pete wondered, unable to take his eyes off his daughter’s escort bursa friend as he took two beers out of the fridge. “I’m sorry, Jemma, but you look ravishing in that dress.”

His constant flattery and glances at her stunning cleavage had her nipples sensitive and tingling like a couple of hours ago, but this time she wasn’t wearing a bra. Pete smirked at the hard protruding bumps coming through. Jemma could feel them against the fabric of the dress.

“Some local club in town,” she replied, accepting the cold bottle before drawing a long, seductive drag.

“You’ll be fighting the guys off. You look incredible,” he grinned, knocking back beer from his own bottle.

Pete wished he could take a photo of her smoking in the dress at his kitchen table. He wanted to frame her on his wall for eternity. But he couldn’t. Instead, he stood watching her with complete admiration.

“Are you not going out tonight?” Jemma needed to focus his mind elsewhere, not realising every drag she took further hardened the cock inside his pants.

“Not this weekend.”

Jemma continued to divert the conversation away from her body, but she was more than happy for her friend’s dad to keep his eyes on it, while she smoked and enjoyed her cigarette, shortening its length with each drag.

Consuming alcohol and nicotine before a handsome, older man drooling over her, was setting Jemma up for an awesome night. And the sight of a beautiful student with big tits and a gorgeous body, drinking and smoking in a ‘come and get me dress’, was setting Pete up for a monumental jerk off session.

Then Michelle suddenly waltzed into the kitchen, flicking back her long, dark hair. She wore a short, glittery skirt and a halter top, showing off her slightly smaller breasts. Pete glanced over his daughter.

“Is that supposed to be a skirt?” he chuckled.

“Whatever, dad.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m not fifteen anymore. Are you ready, Jem? We need to get going.”

“I’ll give you a ride, if you want?” Pete offered.

“Thanks, but we’ll catch the bus. See you later, dad.” Michelle grabbed her friend’s arm and pulled her out of the kitchen, causing Jemma to leave a few drags of her cigarette resting inside the ashtray.

“Enjoy your night, girls!” Pete shouted after them, wishing he could fuck Jemma’s busty brains out while she smoked a long cigarette.

“Bye!” she shouted back, laughing at Michelle’s haste to get them out on the town.

Pete looked down at Jemma’s cigarette smouldering away. He saw the cork-filter had a sexy shade of red from her lips-gloss, then picked it up. He placed his lips where Jemma’s had been and pulled a long drag. Closing his eyes, he then inhaled the minty smoke and held it deep inside his lungs, visualising his daughters stunning friend as he exhaled.

Meanwhile, the girls caught a bus and met up with Michelle’s friends in a bar, before eventually going to a club. It was a dirty place. Jemma’s heels stuck to the floor when she walked, and it felt like a meat market for 18-25s. But that wasn’t the worst of it. Not long after entering the dive, Michelle was snogging some guy on the dance floor.

Jemma soon learnt it was her friend’s infamous on/off ex-boyfriend, Brad. Michelle was always verbally slaughtering him when they were in university. She would tell Jemma what an arsehole he was, only to go back home and end up having sex with him.

Michelle introduced them to each other, but Jemma wasn’t interested. He appeared too arrogant and cocksure of himself. Then Michelle pulled Jemma aside and delivered a fake apology. She wanted to go back to Brad’s house. Jemma was hurt and shocked at her friend’s keenness to ditch her for sex.

“Phone my dad. He’ll pick you up, so you get back to mine safely,” Michelle had the audacity to suggest.

“Michelle! You can’t do this to me!” Jemma shouted over the music.

“Come on, Jem,” Michelle begged, offering to leave her university friend with her local friends. They were nice, welcoming girls, but Jemma didn’t know them.

Michelle whipped out her phone and texted her home phone number to Jemma. Jemma couldn’t believe it. “Stay with the girls for a bit, and when you’re ready, call my dad,” Michelle said, unashamed by her lack of loyalty.

“Whatever!” Jemma stormed off to use the toilet, pissed off with her so-called friend.

When she returned, Michelle had her tongue down her ex-boyfriend’s throat again, while her local friends danced in their own little group, attracting attention from a group of nearby neanderthals. Jemma was so angry, she went outside for a cigarette and called Pete.

“Hello?” he answered the unknown number.

“Hi, Pete. It’s me, Jemma.”

“Jemma! Hi! Is everything ok?” he sounded worried.

“Yeah… well… not really. Michelle has pulled her ex-boyfriend. Can you come and pick me up, please?”

“Jesus! What a cow! Where are you? I’ll come and get you.”

Half an hour later, Jemma was in Pete’s car, driving bursa otele gelen escort back to his house without Michelle. He was a gentleman. He didn’t flirt or gawk. He was equally annoyed at his daughter’s behaviour, blaming her mother for her lack of loyalty. Jemma didn’t pry.

When they got back to the house, Pete offered Jemma a drink, but she just wanted to go to bed. She was tipsy and angry, wishing she was home in her own bedroom, and not in Michelle’s. She felt abandoned as she removed her heels, dress and panties before slipping into bed.

Jemma tossed and turned for about ten minutes, eventually deciding she needed an orgasm to de-stress. She wasn’t particularly aroused, but she closed her eyes and softly smoothed her hands over her chest anyway.

Breathing in deeply, she cupped her breasts and felt her nipples growing. She slowly rubbed her thumbs across the hardening teats as they began to tingle. Jemma always enjoyed fondling her breasts, but she needed to go lower.

While she continued to play with her nipples, she slid a hand down her body. A soft sigh escaped her sweet lips when her fingers reached her dark bush. She stroked her pubes, brushing her fingers through the curls and down to her waiting pussy. It was warm and wet, ready for her fingers.

“Ohhhhh…” she sighed, touching her clit, giving it a few rubs in a circular motion.

Needing some penetration, she slipped a finger inside her aching hole. Jemma was so wet it slipped in with ease, so she added a second finger, feeling tighter. As she continued playing with her nipples, she slowly fingered herself, softly moaning and gyrating in Michelle’s bed. It was so comforting.

Plunging deeper, feeling her vaginal walls throbbing around her fingers, it didn’t take long for Pete to pop into her thoughts. She imagined him in bed with her, causing her arousal to bubble. Jemma knew he liked her, fancied her, lusted after her.

The thought of letting him have his way with her was suddenly the centre of Jemma’s building orgasm. She could smell him, feel him. Ohhh, his cock would be so hard… about to enter me. Even harder when he did enter me, she thought.

“Mmm…” Jemma moaned out loud, imagining the look on Pete’s face if she did offer herself to him, knowing it was far more treacherous than what Michelle had done to her. But it wasn’t about revenge.

The longer Jemma thought about her friend’s dad, the age difference, the way he looked at her smoking, getting it on with a man old enough to be her dad, the more intense and mind controlling her lust and desire became.

Knowing what she needed to do, what she ought to do, she did the opposite and denied herself the orgasm she so desperately craved and slipped her naked body from under the duvet.

Jemma pulled a plain cotton nightie over her full curves and went downstairs. She was nervous but determined to go through with it. There was a huge risk of it spectacularly blowing up in her face, then she really would be depressed and embarrassed, but she was fired up to find out.

Pete was sat in front of the TV when she entered the living room. He looked at her, taken aback by her appearance. Jemma’s large breasts stretched the nightie with her nipples protruding. It hemmed mid-thigh, flirting with his imagination.

They stared silently at each other for a few moments. The tension built tremendously until Pete slowly rose from the chair. “Are you ok, Jemma?” he asked softly.

“Yes… are you?” she blushed, overcome with giddiness.

“I’m fine,” he grinned, looking her up and down. “Problem sleeping?”

She giggled. “Yeah, you could say that.”

“Are you frightened of the dark?” he joked, walking towards her.

Jemma’s heart started racing and she suddenly became weak at the knees. She looked down at the floor, quivering. Pete placed a finger under her chin and raised her head. Their eyes locked.

“Perhaps you’d like to sleep in my bed tonight?”

It was nerve wracking being so close to him. Closer than when they first met and shook hands. Even closer than being sat in the car together. His eyes were brown, full of anticipation and self-control.

“I’d like that,” she answered quietly.

Pete beamed. “Ok, then,” he said.

He turned off the TV and took Jemma’s hand, leading her straight upstairs. They stopped outside Michelle’s bedroom, so the brunette could pick up her Newport’s at Pete’s request. It was then on to his bedroom.

Jemma was part anxious and part excited. Pete closed the door and kissed her in the middle of his room. It was a much-needed icebreaker to ease the tension. As their tongues became entwined, Pete didn’t grope her or go crazy.

He rested his arms around her waist while she draped hers around his neck, with the packet of cigarettes in her hand. He had to stoop a bit because he was taller, but he was a great, sensual kisser, Jemma thought.

Oh my god, this is it. Pete took the hem bursa merkez escort of her nightie and slowly lifted it up her body. “Raise your arms,” he whispered. She complied, giving him permission to remove it.

“Ohh… Jemma…” Pete sighed, taking a moment to keep himself together. He stood there admiring her nervous nakedness. Her big, beautiful tits. Everything about her was so perfect.

Jemma felt a little self-conscious being completely exposed in front of an older man. His eyes burned into every curve of her body, but she was deeply aroused, full of anticipation, waiting for the moment he would touch her intimately.

Jemma’s bottom lip began to quiver when Pete reached out and cupped her left breast. His gaze focussed intently on her hard nipple as he rubbed his thumb across the tip, causing his daughter’s friend to sigh and jolt.

“You’re perfect,” he said softly, raising his other hand to cup her right breast.

Jemma stepped towards him while he caressed her full, soft, fleshy mounds and initiated another kiss. Next thing she knew, they were falling onto the bed. She let go of her cigarettes as their tongues moved passionately. It became a bit of a blur when his hands started roaming her body.

Pete rolled her onto her back, kissing her pretty, young face, neck and throat. Jemma closed her eyes, moaning as she melted under his sensual touches. He moved his hands onto her chest again, caressing while he licked and sucked her hard, excited nipples.

He stayed there for a few minutes, driving them both wild with lust before he kissed down her tummy. Jemma felt excited and naughty having an older, experienced man, her friend’s dad, turning her on, kissing down her naked flesh.

She spread her legs as Pete pushed himself flat on his belly between her thighs. He was still dressed in the pair of shorts and vest while she lay naked, breathing heavily with anticipation. Jemma was ready to explode. She needed him to lick her pussy, taste her scent and make her cum.

“Mmm, you smell so hot and sticky,” he groaned, inches from her opening.

Pete’s forehead hovered just above her dark bush, with his nose breathing in her wet arousal. Jemma put her hands on his head. “Please… do it, Pete,” she sighed urgently.

He spread her slick labia and put his face to her mound, licking her clit with the tip of his tongue. She moaned and tilted her hips, encouraging him to eat her pussy. Pete was so different to the younger guys who’d gone before him. He took his time, enjoying it just as much as Jemma was.

His tongue explored her dripping sex, licking her slit, flicking and swirling around her throbbing clit, and probing inside her opening. She bucked on the bed and cupped her breasts, purring like a horny kitty. It wouldn’t be long before she was revving like a racing car.

While Jemma panted and gasped, Pete slipped two fingers inside her and concentrated his tongue on her clit. She cried out, close to an orgasm. Pete told her how beautiful and sexy she was, then firmly pressed his tongue against her clit again.

She squeezed her breasts together and arched her back as she closed her legs around him, trembling blissfully.

“Ohhh… yes, Pete! Ohhh… don’t stop!”

When her orgasm eventually began to lose its surging energy, he slowly went up her body, grinning. “Did you enjoy that?” He kissed her, slipping his tongue inside her panting mouth.

“I loved it,” Jemma breathed, tasting her own juices. “Get undressed. I need you inside me.”

Smirking, Pete pushed himself off the bed and removed his clothes. “Light a cigarette. I want you while you smoke,” he said, submitting to the needs of his smoking fetish.

Jemma reached down the bed for her cigarettes and lighter, giggling. As she placed one between her lips, she gasped at how hard and thick his cock was. It wasn’t huge, but it was above average. Certainly bigger and thicker than anything she’d seen before.

“Have you ever given a guy a smokey blowjob before?” Pete throbbed, looking at his daughter’s naked, busty friend with a long, unlit cigarette dangling from her red lips.

“No,” she giggled, lying on her front, resting on her elbows.

Jemma’s tits squashed into the bed as she took his cock in one hand and lit the cigarette with the other. Pete groaned, standing at the foot of the bed, watching her languidly stroking his cock while she took a long drag.

He gathered up her silky, smooth brown hair and gently placed it down her back, getting a good look at her inhaling the thick ball of smoke. Jemma looked up at him and exhaled. Pete groaned again, breathing in her secondhand smoke.

“Ohhhhh… you’re perfect,” he breathed, his face was full of desire.

He couldn’t wait to feel her smokey mouth around his cock. Neither could Jemma. But first she took a drag, licked his tip and swirled her tongue around his glossy, glistening dome while allowing the smoke to drift out of her mouth.

“Mmm, this isn’t your first-time sucking cock, is it?” Pete joked.

“Nope,” Jemma smirked as she took another long drag. It was her first smokey blowjob but far from her first-time sucking cock. “I’ve never been with an older guy before, though,” the cheeky student confessed, exhaling a thick cloud at his throbbing erection and then running her smokey tongue along the underside of his shaft.