Post by TIFFANY BELLE on Jan 30, 2012 0:06:21 GMT
“Get that thing out of your mouth” Tiffany scolded her boyfriend and reached over to snatch the freshly-lit cigarette that was perched between his lips and smashed it into the near-by ashtray. Abraham chuckled once and leaned over in his cramped car to blow a puff of smoke right in front of Tiffany’s face.
Tiffany responded with a disgusted wince that quickly melted away as she tried to ignore the shot of pleasure that rippled down her spine as Abraham pulled her in for a hard kiss, pushing the taste of cigarette into her mouth.
“You love it.” He teased, lingering on her lips. He pressed two more kisses on her partially open mouth that was lightly panting. Tiffany stopped him from kissing her again when she saw the car almost swerve off the road.
“Watch the road.” She told him, pushing his shoulder back to the driver’s seat. Abraham grinned, obviously satisfied with himself.
“There’s nothing to watch, Tiff.” He said matter-of-factly before speeding down the road, picking up dust from the tire tracks. Tiffany’s eyes were fixed on the speedometer as it rose up to 75 in the 45 mph zone. Tiffany wiped a line of sweat that was itching from the wind that was whistling through all four open windows of Abraham’s car.
It was just so hot in the Vegas desert. The smell was always so dreary and the heat. Oh, dear. The heat made Tiffany want to pass out, but being in the driest heat possible with Abraham gave her a new feel to it.
Tiffany retracted her seat, leaning all the way back to kick her feet up on the dashboard and stretch her arms above her. She leaned her head to face Abraham and her eyes followed the drop of sweat from his side burn all the way down to his jaw line. His dark sunglasses were perched high on his nose and perspiration was gathering on his chin. He pulled the bottom of his shirt up to wipe it clean. His gray t-shirt was sticking wetly to his arms, and Tiffany found that her shirt was also clinging uncomfortably to her body.
She closed her eyes behind her sunglasses, the wetness of her sheen-covered face building behind the black plastic. Tiffany almost jumped from the hand that now rested on her knee, rubbing softly.
She watched Abraham pull out another cigarette, light it with the personalized lighter that Tiffany gave him for his birthday, and inhale it in record time. She glared at the glowing red tip against the white death stick that was shriveling up his lungs. Tiffany said nothing about the cigarette this time, only requesting that he slow down a little before they hit an armadillo or something.
He took another drag from his cigarette, slowing down only to 65 and said, “Well, we’ll just have to have a memorial service for him right then and there on the side of the road.” with a smirk that opened up, letting gray smoke emerge from his mouth making Tiffany go insane.
A road trip to Long Beach seemed like a fun idea at the point of suggestion, but now, it was just a 4 hour drag filled with cigarettes and a dying heat. Tiffany immediately turned down the offer the moment Abraham started talking about it. With several persuading words, Tiffany gave in with the, “Come on, Tiffy-poo. It’ll be fun. You’ll get to see me shirtless.” He said with a cocky eyebrows. Tiffany scoffed at his comment before, wishing she had stuck with “no.” They’d be sleeping in his car and the only bathing they would get would be the Pacific Ocean and any bathroom sink they could find on the way there.
Tiffany dozed off for a while, completely relaxed under Abraham’s busy hand on her heated thigh. She woke up with a startle when the car had stopped in front of a building.
“I’m gonna buy some water from the vending machine.” He informed Tiffany before stepping out of the car. Tiffany got up and got out of the car as well.
“Have to pee.” She told Abraham, passing him to the Women’s restroom. Tiffany quickly relieved herself and washed her hands to find Abraham leaning against his car, two chilled water bottles on the hood and a cigarette in his hand, half-way burned off One half-empty, the other un-opened. Tiffany walked over and drank half of her bottle enthusiastically.
Abraham motioned for her to come to his arms and she compiled quickly, leaving her water bottle on the hood. He ran his hands down Tiffany’s arms longingly, making sure his cigarette didn’t touch her. They both were sweaty and heat-consumed, but they didn't mind it one bit as Abraham pulled on Tiffany’s hips, bringing their bodies together. Tiffany rested her forehead against his sticky neck.
“This is so gross.” She mumbled. She could sense Abraham inhaling another time from his cigarette. Tiffany raised her head to find Abraham’s smoke right in her face. Her head startled back and she coughed, glaring at Abraham’s laughter.
“That is.. not funny!” She said with a smile. “You’re right. It’s hilarious, actually. I’m not sorry for that.” He replied, taking a drag from the cigarette and thumbed at Tiffany’s cheek. He leaned his face down to kiss her with his mouth open, pouring out the smoke into Tiffany’s. He laughed softly once into the kiss as it deepened quickly. Tiffany drank in the cigarette smoke, smiling eagerly as he did it once more.
“We should get going.” Abraham told her, their foreheads leaning against each other. Tiffany pouted lightly, “Can’t we just stay here and I can kiss you some more?” She said before standing on her tiptoes to bring their lips together again.
“Heyy, no. Only one more hour!” Abraham replied after breaking about their kiss and getting in the car. Tiffany groaned loudly and trudged back over the passenger’s side. If there’s one guilty pleasure that Tiffany has, it would be Abraham’s smoking habit, because, oh gosh, it made her hotter than Vegas in August. And trust her when she says that Vegas in August is scorching.
Tiffany responded with a disgusted wince that quickly melted away as she tried to ignore the shot of pleasure that rippled down her spine as Abraham pulled her in for a hard kiss, pushing the taste of cigarette into her mouth.
“You love it.” He teased, lingering on her lips. He pressed two more kisses on her partially open mouth that was lightly panting. Tiffany stopped him from kissing her again when she saw the car almost swerve off the road.
“Watch the road.” She told him, pushing his shoulder back to the driver’s seat. Abraham grinned, obviously satisfied with himself.
“There’s nothing to watch, Tiff.” He said matter-of-factly before speeding down the road, picking up dust from the tire tracks. Tiffany’s eyes were fixed on the speedometer as it rose up to 75 in the 45 mph zone. Tiffany wiped a line of sweat that was itching from the wind that was whistling through all four open windows of Abraham’s car.
It was just so hot in the Vegas desert. The smell was always so dreary and the heat. Oh, dear. The heat made Tiffany want to pass out, but being in the driest heat possible with Abraham gave her a new feel to it.
Tiffany retracted her seat, leaning all the way back to kick her feet up on the dashboard and stretch her arms above her. She leaned her head to face Abraham and her eyes followed the drop of sweat from his side burn all the way down to his jaw line. His dark sunglasses were perched high on his nose and perspiration was gathering on his chin. He pulled the bottom of his shirt up to wipe it clean. His gray t-shirt was sticking wetly to his arms, and Tiffany found that her shirt was also clinging uncomfortably to her body.
She closed her eyes behind her sunglasses, the wetness of her sheen-covered face building behind the black plastic. Tiffany almost jumped from the hand that now rested on her knee, rubbing softly.
She watched Abraham pull out another cigarette, light it with the personalized lighter that Tiffany gave him for his birthday, and inhale it in record time. She glared at the glowing red tip against the white death stick that was shriveling up his lungs. Tiffany said nothing about the cigarette this time, only requesting that he slow down a little before they hit an armadillo or something.
He took another drag from his cigarette, slowing down only to 65 and said, “Well, we’ll just have to have a memorial service for him right then and there on the side of the road.” with a smirk that opened up, letting gray smoke emerge from his mouth making Tiffany go insane.
A road trip to Long Beach seemed like a fun idea at the point of suggestion, but now, it was just a 4 hour drag filled with cigarettes and a dying heat. Tiffany immediately turned down the offer the moment Abraham started talking about it. With several persuading words, Tiffany gave in with the, “Come on, Tiffy-poo. It’ll be fun. You’ll get to see me shirtless.” He said with a cocky eyebrows. Tiffany scoffed at his comment before, wishing she had stuck with “no.” They’d be sleeping in his car and the only bathing they would get would be the Pacific Ocean and any bathroom sink they could find on the way there.
Tiffany dozed off for a while, completely relaxed under Abraham’s busy hand on her heated thigh. She woke up with a startle when the car had stopped in front of a building.
“I’m gonna buy some water from the vending machine.” He informed Tiffany before stepping out of the car. Tiffany got up and got out of the car as well.
“Have to pee.” She told Abraham, passing him to the Women’s restroom. Tiffany quickly relieved herself and washed her hands to find Abraham leaning against his car, two chilled water bottles on the hood and a cigarette in his hand, half-way burned off One half-empty, the other un-opened. Tiffany walked over and drank half of her bottle enthusiastically.
Abraham motioned for her to come to his arms and she compiled quickly, leaving her water bottle on the hood. He ran his hands down Tiffany’s arms longingly, making sure his cigarette didn’t touch her. They both were sweaty and heat-consumed, but they didn't mind it one bit as Abraham pulled on Tiffany’s hips, bringing their bodies together. Tiffany rested her forehead against his sticky neck.
“This is so gross.” She mumbled. She could sense Abraham inhaling another time from his cigarette. Tiffany raised her head to find Abraham’s smoke right in her face. Her head startled back and she coughed, glaring at Abraham’s laughter.
“That is.. not funny!” She said with a smile. “You’re right. It’s hilarious, actually. I’m not sorry for that.” He replied, taking a drag from the cigarette and thumbed at Tiffany’s cheek. He leaned his face down to kiss her with his mouth open, pouring out the smoke into Tiffany’s. He laughed softly once into the kiss as it deepened quickly. Tiffany drank in the cigarette smoke, smiling eagerly as he did it once more.
“We should get going.” Abraham told her, their foreheads leaning against each other. Tiffany pouted lightly, “Can’t we just stay here and I can kiss you some more?” She said before standing on her tiptoes to bring their lips together again.
“Heyy, no. Only one more hour!” Abraham replied after breaking about their kiss and getting in the car. Tiffany groaned loudly and trudged back over the passenger’s side. If there’s one guilty pleasure that Tiffany has, it would be Abraham’s smoking habit, because, oh gosh, it made her hotter than Vegas in August. And trust her when she says that Vegas in August is scorching.
