Dipped in Tastiness

"Do you
want to smell
something
really intriguing?"
she asked,
and she motioned
for me
to sit right next to her.


"Sure," I said,
a little unsure
of what
her example
might be.

She took out
a small plastic bag,
and retrieved a bud
from the center
of the well-packed parcel.

She proceeded to roll
a very large joint,
licked it into submission
and laid it down to dry
for a moment
while she continued
to prepare
for her demonstration.

She put her thumb
into the bottom
of her shirt,
lifted it over her head
and exposed her
breasts as cupped
in a surfside blue-green bikini top,
and then slipped out
of her pocket hanging
jean shorts,
revealing a matching thong
of the same blue-green.

She leaned back
in the lounge chair
she had been sitting on
so that her feet
were planted
in front of her
and she laid back
into the chair
as if to relax
as she looked
at the ceiling.

Her cork high heels
lifted her ass
at the length
of her legs
in such a way
that her knees
naturally
fell to either side,
and then
she took the joint,
lit it
and lifted it
to her lips,
and took a long slow drag
that filled her lungs
to such a capacity
that she was nearly compelled
to cough,
but not quite,
and she held it there
while she slid her finger
beneath the fold
of her thong
and inserted it
into her pussy,
dipping directing
into herself
and then swirling it
ever so gently,
took it out,
and sensually licked
and sucked her finger
as if going down
on a cock
and then tilted her head
at me
while expelling the smoke
so that I could not help
but breath
in the fumes
as they covered my face
and eyes
and nostrils.

"What do you think?"
she asked.
"Smells …
kind of exotic
I think….
I do that
every time I get high;
I think it smells nice.

What do you think?"

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