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The Perfect Breakfast
I wake with a start. Looking up and blinking hard, I panic, as it slowly comes into focus, I don’t recognise the ceiling high above in front of me. My heart rate and breathing rate instantly increases. I’m confused, I am not in my own bed, nor my own bedroom. Fear is my first thought. I sniff. It’s at least a comforting known smell. The overpowering odour of cigarette smoke and wine. There is another perfume and aroma too. It’s not mine. It’s surrounding me as an aura, as usual. It’s clearly in my hair, and I can taste it on my tongue. I must have not washed my teeth. This morning it’s like I went to bed stubbed out in an ashtray and then was dropped in a vat of cheap plonk.
I then have to smile; the jigsaw puzzle clicks into place. I relax, taking a few deep breaths. There is also the underlying smell of sweaty sex. I know exactly where I am.
Groaning, my fingers stretched and reached for my phone. First moment of relief I was sensible enough to plug it in to charge before passing out. But to my disappointment my cigarette pack is not there. My heart rate increases again. The screen shows that it’s seven in the morning, my body clock has kicked in. I could still be asleep. I know I went to bed far too late. I should be still asleep. But unfortunately, I’m not. My alarm is normally going off at six thirty every day. What’s made it worse is the time change messing with me. It’s only an hour, but it’s definitely screwed me over. I have a requirement; I need more sleep. What doesn’t help me is that it must be twenty-five degrees Celsius already. I’m sweating just under the flimsy bed sheet, that’s before even leaving the bed.
To my other side is what I think is what actually woke me from my alcohol fuelled slumber. It is the mop of ginger hair above the white sheet that belongs to the mostly hidden Sarah. She was wiggling around clearly still dreaming of something exciting, her nose loudly snorting like a red pig looking for truffles buried deep within her pillow. I promise not to tell her she snores.
This may be the only downside of the fun and excitement of a drunken girly weekend away with Sarah. Sun, Sea and Sangria. That was the plan, to get a bit of natural colour to our wintered pasty skin. It was all her idea, and she even booked it without telling me. Then one Tuesday evening she rang me all excited. Just quietly dropping into the conversation in a surreptitious way asking me to come with her to Majorca. I couldn’t say no, I’m a good friend, her bestie and of course chief bridesmaid. If I hadn’t agreed, she later let on she would have lost a fortune. Apparently, the names were not transferable. As we are both getting married next year. It has to be said again not to each other. It’s an easy mistake to make. When out and about together we keep excitedly talking about our weddings. People instantly assume that we are getting together. We have to correct them; the pinks we have chosen are very different.
Even though I’m a few years older than her, she got engaged a month before me. I was definitely not copying. No. Dan had done everything properly. Asked my dad and got down on one knee. I wasn’t going to say no cos Sarah had done it a week or two before.
I love Dan as much as I love Sarah. He was happy for me to come out here. He was going to have some manly time with his mates. Sarah would say the same about me and her man Jeff. I know that much.
Sarah had confidently said that she had definitely booked a twin room. When we were faced with staff at the counter, it was a mistake the hotel made and not Sarah ticking the wrong box late at night after most of a bottle of wine. The problem of hurriedly looking at her phone without her glasses on. She was convinced she had done it right. I was okay with it, I was not going to build a pillow wall between us. I knew her well enough.
When in Spain and all that. We definitely did plan on drinking vast quantities of sangria and wine last night. A mini hen. Just the two of us, the main one is a few months’ time. It will be in sunny Margate.
We were very successful in this task. A trip away just the two of us. That was all planned. We had talked of nothing else since having the first glass of wine in the airport.
Just being away for two nights. Going to make the most of it. There was a great deal of begging and swapping done for it to happen. It was a hassle to get a Friday off work especially with the wedding, proper hen doo and the honeymoon all coming up. But there we go. Back to normality on Monday. Grovelling in a tan for forgiveness.
Both of us are going bursa merkez escort to be having fun on a small Spanish island. Apart from the double bed and the monster hangover, everything is going spectacularly well. We will head down to the beach later and get a suntan.
The thing I’m looking forward to at this very moment is my cigarette and coffee. It’s the highlight of the start of the day. I know it’s a bad habit. Dan is not particularly happy with me smoking. He doesn’t say anything, but I can occasionally see the disdain on his face when I light up. It’s nice to get away with Sarah. She smokes as much as I do, if not more. Some might say she is my bad influence.
Talking of her influence, as well as us buying drinks, Sarah kept offering her pack to me. She had bought a carton at the airport. I kept accepting. As such I know we both smoked far too much last night. We would probably do the same tonight.
The aparthotel was only an hour’s drive from the airport. Sarah had booked a room right next to the sea. The hotel bar was practically on the beach. Sitting there with the drinks our toes could touch the sand. Which meant no sooner had we arrived and dumped our bags had we sat there drinking and smoking all night long. As such for the most part I can’t really remember going to bed. It’s all a bit of a hazy blur.
It was no good, I had to get up. My bladder was uncomfortable and importantly I needed my morning cigarette. At home the pack is there beside me. Ready and waiting. The moment of delight that fills me when I flick the lighter and pull in the smoke. It couldn’t happen, it was a non-smoking hotel. I was annoyed with myself; my pack wasn’t beside the phone. I wish I could have stayed in bed a bit longer. I have to get up and look for it. Surprisingly, I was naked, I normally always sleep in at least my panties. My clothes were in a mess dumped on the floor by the uncomfortable looking sofa. The hazy memory of dancing around whilst getting undressed bed surfaces as I visit the bathroom.
The next memory arrives like a delayed second-class letter posted at two in the morning as Sarah’s clothes are just dumped on the floor. She must have gotten undressed in there. I kick her discarded panties, bra, top and skirt away from the toilet and sink as I sit down. I’m not cleaning up after her. Sitting on the toilet there is a moment of peace. I then wash my hands and face in the sink. I can still smell wine and cigarettes on my skin and hair. They are seeping out of every pore on me. I know I really need a shower. But at this time of morning a cigarette comes first. I take a cautious look in the mirror. I didn’t remove my makeup. That is again unfortunate. I hear a louder groaning, followed by a spluttering repetitive cough. My equally hungover truffle hunter was then waking up.
As I leave the bathroom Sarah groggily appears. A much-needed cigarette already lit between her fingers. I breathe in and get a pang of jealousy; I need a cigarette too. Her bright red hair, a mop of sweaty bed head, framing her bloodshot blue eyes and freckled pretty face. Granted she was looking particularly tired. That was just as I felt. She still grins happily at me. Both of us ignored our naked situation. We say morning to each other. I then had a memory of the night before of coming through the front door and standing outside the bathroom and her passionately kissing me. Our fingers explored all over each other. We could have done as we were very drunk and had been comparing notes on sex all night. The hazy thought of also kissing outside in the hallway by the front door tingled me. We had delayed using the key just for one more kiss. We then did a little dance as we passed. Avoiding what I actually wanted at that moment, the electric charge of contact with our naked skin.
“Oh, that’s where they are.” She sighs with relief through the open door, I look back and watch her kicking her clothes in frustration as they skid further across the white tiles and bunch up in front of the shower. I nod in agreement.
“Coffee?”
“Oh, I would murder for one.” Sarah smiles but practically growls at me.
“On it.” I turn and leave her, the door wide open with her sitting on the toilet as she dragged again on her cigarette. I have a small worry about the fire alarm but soon dismiss it. It should be fine.
In the tiny kitchenette of the small bright white painted apartment type room, I wash out the equally tiny white kettle and use bottled water to fill it up. You can never be sure. I don’t want a dodgy stomach from being away.
I notice bursa escort kızlar that I am making myself delay lighting up, I am actively procrastinating for the first cigarette of the day. The pack is annoyingly also not on the kitchen counter, I would have lit up there and then. I know waiting will just increase the amount of pleasure from that first drag. I am aware that I am beginning to get that building anxious tremble of need. The desire to light up is growing quicker in me by the minute.
The toilet flushes just as the steaming bouncing kettle clicks.
“Milk, sugar?” I call out loudly, then croakily cough myself. My throat and lungs are in growing need of a cigarette. I hope she heard me over hissing taps in the bathroom.
“Yes please, two spoons this morning.”
I make the coffee; I am sure I fell asleep spooning Sarah. We were that drunk. She was lovely and warm to hug. Dare I say softer, cuddlier than Dan.
With the coffee made, I am excited I am getting ever closer to the delightful sensation of my first cigarette of the day.
I take the two mugs out onto the balcony. The view is genuinely breathtakingly stunning. Something that I had not noticed yesterday. The beach is literally on our doorstep. Sarah could not have chosen a more beautiful location. There in front of me was an instant wave of relief, that’s where my pack and lighter went. The evidence was clear with several butts and my half-smoked cigarette from the night before sitting in a tiny metallic ashtray.
The sight of the half-smoked cigarette led to a memory of leaning against the balcony wall and looking down at the orange streetlights glistening on the dark water as people slowly and loudly made their way home. I was there having one last smoke of the night. It was then that I felt Sarah’s cool arms wrapping around me. Squeezing in against my waist as her fingers slid inside my linen trousers. Her index finger firmly and rhythmically rubbed against my lacey white panties. Standing there I was willing the probing tip to slide in. She stopped, I whimpered as she briefly removed her hands and undid the button and dropped the fly. Then with more space for her wrist as she carried on teasing me, driving me wild, making me want more, until she began stroking her fingers inside me.
I was gripping on to the wall, looking out across the resort’s night sky trying to calmly smoke my last cigarette of the night, looking over the peaceful sea, and at the same time being furiously fingered by Sarah. It was delicious, delightful, naughty bliss. With the smoke continuously billowing from my lips I then squealed and moaned far too loudly. The whole town may have heard me. It dawned on me what we were doing. I reached over and dropped my half-finished cigarette on the table and spun around. My loose trousers were now happily sliding down my thighs, my panties still stretched and wedged uncomfortably to the side. I was surprised to find that Sarah was already naked, giggling with excitement. I then took control and with a little yelp from Sarah pushed her back into the privacy of our room. After I kissed her, she continued her task as she hurriedly undressed me. My panties easily landed around my ankles. I helped her with my bra.
That’s why her clothes were in the bathroom and mine discarded by the sofa.
Standing naked on the balcony with the sun beating down on me, I didn’t even think about the fact I had no clothes on. It had gotten noticeably hotter in the past twenty minutes. I was convinced that no one could see me
I sit down on the partially cooler shady side of the balcony. The plastic seat is warm to my skin. I slurp my hot coffee. A delightful scorching acrid taste washes as it flows down my throat contrasting against the remaining hint of wine and nicotine from last night. Bliss. I spin around my pack and put a fresh cigarette between my lips and grab my lighter. I focus all my attention on getting the much-needed smoke flowing into my lungs.
As I straighten up and exhale. Through the cloud Sarah arrived. I smile warmly at her as the smoke dissipates, I could tell she had brushed her hair in the bathroom. She was now presentable. She was hiding her grin from me with a mug, almost in exactly the same way she had done with her hand the night before as she climbed on top and straddled me before she started caressing my breasts. This morning, she looked gorgeous with a cigarette between her fingers and a mug of coffee to her lips, as the bright morning sunlight shone down on her beautiful bare skin. She put her mug back down and cheekily smiled, almost sticking her tongue out at me. Before putting the filter back between her lips. The relief of smoke in her body is evident on her pretty face.
I followed suit and again dragged on my cigarette. It was what I had been wanting, the enjoyment of the feeling of the smoke in my lungs as the sun began to shine on my own skin. It was then I opened my eyes and looked at Sarah. A shiver of pleasure ran through my body. I felt the tingle between my legs again as I could remember as the night before with her beaming smile as she slid down between my thighs and then her tongue and fingers had worked in harmony on my breasts and clit. Sarah was like a cat with a bowl of cream, her tongue had lapped and probed me to an amazing orgasm.
Sitting there in the morning sun. Smoking away, neither of us saying anything, calmly listening to the waves gently rolling up the sandy beach below. I know ultimately sitting naked with Sarah is the best type of breakfast company. Cigarette, coffee and Sarah. It’s delightful and delicious. She again grins at me, the smoke twisting and turning from her cigarette flows over her shoulder, as she rubs her lips together. Like she is asking me for a kiss. I gently nod. I’m not going to say no. I stretch out my leg, it touches hers. She leans some weight against me. We smile again in delight of contact. The connection is made again. I feel the electrical charge flowing through us. No words are needed. Yes, we can kiss, but in a minute. I bring the mug to my lips for a gulp of coffee. I am enjoying the peace. We are both winning in this situation. First, I need to keep dragging on the cigarette. It’s what I have been truly waiting for since I first opened my eyes.
I just need to wait a few short minutes, just for myself, as there is plenty of time as we have all day. We were very hurried last night. Everything we did was as if time was against us. I can now clearly remember the whole night from the kissing as we left the bar, to hugging and kissing in the lift, to the getting into the hotel room and undressing and then the sex. Every single exciting moment of pleasure in glorious HD vision.
In the sober sunlight of the morning, I hope in the future we can make more time to enjoy it. But what if this magic only exists here, in this place? We need to make time now before we fly home, all we have is now.
First, I need to get the maximum pleasure out of my caffeine and nicotine. I feel like a winner. I just need to hurry up. I gulped down my coffee and then again dragged hard on my cigarette, enjoying the sensations twisting within me. She pushed her chair back, the sun on her freckled chest, she then bent over slightly and smiled.
“Lizzy, do you wanna?” She grins at me, cocking her head towards the doors, her twinkly blue eyes matching the colour of the sea disappearing out the horizon and beyond.
“Of course, just one second,” I replied, bringing the filter back to my lips.
Sitting there in this pleasurable moment, I am determined to get as much pleasure out of my breakfast of caffeine and nicotine as possible. They march through my head with the determination of a freight train barrelling towards a tunnel. Each sip followed by a delicious heady drag, pulling ripples of chemical ecstasy that move in tune with the electric touch of her toes tapping their way up my leg past my knees. With every sip and drag, more hits of pleasure are achieved. I watch her with momentarily sadness on her face as she stubs out her spent cigarette into the nearly overflowing ashtray at the centre of the table. Her face emerges from my last cloud of exhaled smoke. My cigarette was now also burnt down to the filter, my mug unfortunately empty, but her eyes were demanding a kiss. Part of me wishes for a second cup and another smoke to go with it just to draw out and live in this moment for as long as I am allowed. She was smiling at me and her leg was still intently gliding up and down stroking mine. I find myself easily responding, the growing wetness between my legs gives me a greater demand. I casually scratch my inner thigh. The next cigarette and coffee will definitely have to wait.
Finally taking her hand and with us both standing up our smoky lips quickly connect. She whimpers as shuffling forwards our bare breasts and bellies touch. The electricity flows between us again, we both moan. She nibbles at my bottom lip and my hands work their way down her curves to clench her soft buttocks. It will be her turn now, the added taste of her on my tongue will complete this perfect breakfast.
The End
Would like to thank Jeff of SF Pinup’s for letting me use his smoking fetish art as the inspiration for this piece of work. Also need to thank him as he also assisted in beta reading the story.
Feedback to the story is always appreciated!
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