Over the Thanksgiving holiday weekend, Tricia (the woman who persuaded me to try warmups) and I visited some friends in Florida. It was Friday afternoon, and a warm day, so we decided to head for the beach. The friends who own the condo are very fortunate, being located right across the street from the Gulf of Mexico. For whatever reason, the beach was practically deserted- there was not another person in view for at least a quarter mile. We decided to lay out in the sun for a while before swimming. The temperature was warm (uuper 70's), but it was fairly breezy. After about 15 minutes or so laying on our backs in the warm sun, Tricia decided she was going to have a cigarette and pulled out a Capri 120 and book of matches from her beach bag. The wind was giving her some difficulty lighting up, and blew out 3 matches in a row.
She suddenly had an idea to improve the situation, and asked me to raise my knees and spread my legs slightly to make a windbreak for her.
She bent down low between my raised knees and tried again. This blocked enough of the wind so that she managed to get her cigarete lit. She was still in the same position as she exhaled smoke from her first puff, which blew straight at my cock. She smiled as she noticed the immediate bulge in my bathing suit, and feigned surprise. "Did that really turn you on?" she asked. "I guess I'd better do something about it..."
She slipped my bathing suit down just enough to free my straining cock and tugged gently at it, making it bulge even more. She took another small puff of her Capri and blew a tight stream of smoke directly on the tip of my cock. "I think I know just what you need", she said as she massaged a handful of suntan lotion onto it. She then began a slow rythmic stroking and paused after about a dozen strokes. "I'm glad this turns you on", she said. "I know something else you'll like, too..."
With her Capri 120 dangling from her lips, she gripped my cock firmly with both hands and moved her head and my cock toward each other slowly, until the ash from her Capri gently touched the tip of my cock. She backed it off after maybe a second, and then repeated 3 more times.
Like she had done previously, she waited until the ash was about 1/8" to 1/4" long before touching my cock with it. So even though I definitely felt the heat from her cigarette there, it didn't really burn, but actually felt good. She began a pattern of alternatively stroking, warming, and blowing smoke on the tip of my cock. Sometimes she held the cigarette in her fingers while touching my cock with it, and sometimes in her lips. As she was doing this she kept telling me how much she wanted to see me squirt, and to "Cum on my Capri." I finally did cum on her Capri, drowning it, and spraying her neck and chest in the process as well. She eagerly pumped the last few drops out of my now deflating cock and buried the remains of her Capri 120 in the sand.
She grinned and pulled me by the hand, toward the Gulf saying, "Come on, let's go in the water so I can clean up the mess I made."Having a girlfriend who is skilled at this, and eager to demonstrate her skills with as many variations as possible, has certainly left me with a lot to be thankful for.
