Smoke

Lucy Lee sits by the window with a cigarette between her fingers, smoke curling past her lips. Blonde hair falls across one shoulder as she pulls in a slow drag and lets it slip out again. She closes her eyes, parts her lips, and imagines the kiss that waits for her. Heat rises in her chest, spreading lower. She slides a hand between her thighs and rubs herself over sheer lingerie, pressing until she feels the wetness gathering. Another drag. Another exhale. Her hips move in time with each pull of smoke, the thin fabric of her panties growing darker. She strokes harder, breathing faster, letting the smoke kiss her mouth while her own hand answers the craving building between her legs.