Her first unknown
Indrani had arrived early. Her safari jeep was to pick her up three-quarters of an hour later, if they were sharp on time. But in India, the concept of "Indian Standard Time" prevails everywhere - which means anything from a five-minute to a thirty-minute delay is considered quite on time. She sighed, and switched off her car's engine and rolled down the windows. The temperature was in the low thirties (Celsius), which is high for anyone who isn't used to tropical climes.
Indrani was a marketing professional with the corporation she worked for - she was twenty-six years old, and fit, unlike some of her own classmates, who had lost their fitness after marriage. Though recruited in India right after her MBA, she had worked outside India too on medium stints for up to a year in America, Europe and the Middle East. She chose to remain single, to chase her career dreams instead.
After five minutes of waiting and a further forty minutes to kill, she shook out a cigarette from her pack - she preferred Marlboro reds, they were strong and burned her lungs just the right amount. She lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply into her lungs, the action lifting her bra-less breasts under her olive-green tee. Her dark blue denim jeans fit her well, not too tight, not too loose, just right. She held the smoke in her lungs for a few seconds before exhaling a perfect cone through her sensuous lips. She felt the tension leave her body as the nicotine did its evil job on it. The pick-up point was just outside the gates to the National Park, one of the largest in India and one of the richest in terms of natural wealth.
She had been a wildlife conservation enthusiast since she was 14, and had gone on her first tiger census, conducted by the Government every four years at the age of 18. She had also lost her virginity on that activity to an older former test pilot for the Indian Air Force, who flew India's best fighter planes. He was extremely fit and handsome, she loved his thick moustache and his deep baritone voice. He was divorced at the time, and they were still in touch as friends, with benefits though, for both of them. She had a couple more relationships on her travels with men ( and sometimes girls) of different nationalities, and you could say she was quite experienced sexually.
Her reminiscences continued - the test pilot had introduced her to smoking, and though she didn't like it at first, she quickly grew to like the sensations the activity gave her. Unlike most people, she always got a sexual thrill through smoking. Her nipples were always erect when she smoked, and her neatly trimmed pussy always started to lubricate as she inhaled her third puff. It reminded her of his hairy chest, and his manly muscles. Her first time was a total delight and she always treasured the memory of the sex and the relationship. It had hurt her when he broke her maidenhead, but it soon turned to pleasure as he excited and raised her to heights she never achieved through masturbation. She took another deep inhale, and held it in her lungs longer. She looked around to see if there was anyone around, but she was alone. She gave in to her impulse and pinched her left nipple from above the tee. Sadly, it only made her hunger for more contact, and she slowly slipped her hand through the hem of the tee until it was caressing her slightly-larger-than-A cup breasts. She wished she had rubbed an orgasm this morning, but an online client meeting had kept her busy until she had to leave for this safari. She had arrived early for her pickup because the traffic was unusually light along the 150 kilometers she had to drive to reach here from her current residence in Mysore, the ancient capital of Southern India.
She smoked in silence, caressing her breast, until she felt emboldened to slip her free hand into the waistband of her jeans to play with her pussy. She had chosen to go commando today, she didn't expect her period until the next week and she preferred the feel of the rugged denim on her privates. Her crotch was soaked, and the inside of her jeans was sticky with her cream. She brought up images of her fighter pilot in her mind, of them sharing the smoke from his cigarette - he would inhale and hold it in his lungs for a couple of seconds before exhaling it into her mouth. She would inhale that second-hand smoke into her lungs for her hit before she exhaled it into the air after holding it for some time in her lungs. She remembered the way he had sucked, licked and eaten her pussy to orgasm before entering her to take her virginity. Her fingers moved down her slit to her arsehole, and then she cupped her wet sex for a couple of seconds before bringing her fingers back to the top of her slit. She caressed the side of her clit lovingly, the action bringing her strong feelings. She kept up this teasing of her pussy till she finished her cigarette, putting it out carefully on the road to ensure it didn't pose any danger to anyone or anything. She resumed her stroking through her waistband, concentrating on her memories and the feelings they evoked until she shuddered in an strong orgasm. Her cigarettes and her fighter pilot never failed her.