Fooled by the Wrapping

One recent afternoon, I had stopped at a coffee shop, drinking coffee and after finishing a muffin, I lit up a cigarette and was sitting back to enjoy my smoke. I was debating what to do this evening as the nights had been cool , and I was tired of being cooped up and was debating in my mind what I wanted to do. As I was smoking and gazing, Clair walked up behind me asked if she could join me. I said yes, to be polite, but I figured my smoking would be a major problem as she seemed so health conscience.

I have never dreamed of having a lesbian relationship, as I love men and cocks. Often when fucking or sucking a nice dick, I think of how neat it would be if I had three clits and pussies. I have tried group sex a couple of times, but when I get into it, I like to have some control, and get very greedy. I want it all, and sharing is not for me. A woman has never been involved, although lately I have been wondering...

So Claire goes in, orders a coffee, come back out, sat down opposite me, reached into her purse, pulled out a Salem 100, and asked me for a light. I was floored. Like me she spends hours each week, eats a very healthy diet, yet still loves her nicotine. After she inhaled, I noticed the bright red lipstick on the filter. I love the look of lipstick on a cigarette, or on my man's dick and balls. There is just something about red lipstick that makes my hearts beat.

Clair started to talk some more about her husband, what a perfect mate he was and how happy she was. She told me of their plans for the evening, as she had made reservations and a local swanky bistro, as she loved getting glammed up and then going dancing and a nice night on the town. Being as I had only seen her in gym wear, and now jeans and a tshirt, my mind wondered what she would look like all dolled up. We st there for another 20 minutes or so, both enjoying another cigarette. We parted and said we would meet at the gym tomorrow and compare notes on our respective evenings.

I ran a couple or errands and was on my home, still debating what to do with my evening.