Yesterday i had my first date with a smoker.

About me: I am 23 and with exception of my smoking fetish pretty much an anti-smoker.

The kind of guy that holds the breath when he comes a long cigarette smoke. For me my Fetish is many the visual aesthetics and i would rather like to not have it.

So, now about the story i want to tell. I date quit a bit with tinder, trying to find love and such. I am not a really smart person...

A week ago i matched this girl Sarah (not her real name, i took it from the Story Sarah´s Winstons cause she also smoked Winstons). I can´t really say how or why, she wasn´t the kind of woman i would normally like.

Only one picture, kind of a chubby face, not into exercising and a smoker.

If She wouldn´t have textet me the story would end here, but she did and my fetish made her interesting enough to get to know her and settle a date.

We are both university students, yesterday was my last exam so we decided to meet before i have to start working in between Semesters. I was pretty done having slept only a few hours every day the last few weeks.

I got off the train where we wanted to meet and she was a few hundred meters away smoking a cigarette.

Sarah was a bit more chubby than i expected more like obese but the weight was distributed in her favor.

We talked over the phone before so i knew she has a deep kind of raspy voice and a lot of short dry cough and breathing pauses. But she said from herself her stamina would be ok and she didn´t smoke that much.

We walked 50 meters when she pulled on my arm coughed a bit of smoke from the cigarette out she was smoking and ask me to walk a bit slower.

Slowly we walked to a lake close by where i took out the picnic blanket and the piece of cake i bought to celebrate my shitty birthday on an exam date.

We ate, talked and she smoked her blue Winstons from a soft pack, she also had quite a few short dry cough while talking and smoked a lot more than i expected. She would light up every 20-30 minutes which was a lot more frequent than i expected when she told me "she doesn´t smoke that much" over the 5 h of our date the pack rapidly got smaller.

We first got a bit closer when i laid down to close my eyes a bit cause i was tired af and she laid down next to me our arms touching.

After a while of us laying there talking and her smoking from time to time my uncle called me and i had to answer my Phone. I think she didn´t really like it she tried to tickle me and got really really touchy. When i ended the phone call i had pretty much pressed her face against my chest to muffle her laughing and talking smelling the smoke in her hair and coming from a new light cigarette.

It was already pretty dark when we packed our stuff and went home again. When we went off she crapped my hand and pressed my arm against her chest.

Her hands were like the cutest thing ever. She is not really tall with 1,62 m ( 5'3") but her fingers had the diameter of her cigarettes and her hole hand had only a bit more length to it. The cigarette looked gigantic in her perfectly manicured fingers.

We did walked a bit when she got out of breath and asked if i wanted to sit down a bit.

Close to us was a horizontal tire swing and i asked if she would like to swing. The middle of the tire was closed so we could not sit face to face, at first we were back to back but talking was pretty hard so i went down, gave us a few big pushes and jumped back on sitting behind her. I got a bit more momentum than i thought and got a lot closer to her than i was comfortable with but she just laughed, laid back and cuddled against me, getting out a new cigarette and smoking it her head leaning against my chest. We talked a bit about her smoking she doesn't really know when she started her parents made their cigarettes themselves so their was always tobacco around and no real way for her parents to notice. In school she would smoke a few month and stop again but when she moved out and went to university she had the money to smoke regularly and would pretty much spent all the rest money at the end of the month for cigarettes. She is 20 now and smoked for two years regular but i don't really know how much.

Finishing her cigarette on the swing she asked me what to do with the butt, cause she didn't want to throw it in the Sand. I said she should just hold on to them until we go start going again and throw it into trashcan. She wasn't really into holding on to it and pressed it into my hand to hold it as a gift. I received 2 more gifts until we got up again. Throwed them away but kept on in my pocket a little reminder (even through i will still throw it away my dick thought more then my brain in this moment and i actually stinks a lot).

I brought her home and we did the hole awkward standing there not really knowing what to say.

So i gave her a long hug and wanted to say good bye but she kept holding my hands and went for a second hug. She closed her eyes and got on her toes to give me a little kiss on the lips, when i returned the kiss she got a lot more aggressiv putting her hand on my head and pulling me down, pressing her lib between mine until our teeth stopped her.

We kissed for a few seconds, when she pulled her head away coughed slightly took a deep breath and began to kiss me again. After a few minutes of kissing and her taking deep breath between them we said good night and i walked home.

I was a bit disappointed every one told kissing a smoker would be like kissing an ashtray but i didn't taste anything at all and i could barley smell the smoke in her hair.

At least i thought so, when i got home i went under the shower and changed clothes, i made a bite to eat and watched a series when i got back to the bathroom i could smell how strong my clothes smelled like old smoke and i could smell her smoke on my own breath.

The little souvenir:

https://imgur.com/a/3BxIzq6

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I hope you can read everything English isn't my first language and i normally don't write longer posts so the form could be a bit bad to read.