A very soft rooftop smoking blowjob

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A very soft rooftop smoking blowjob

Lawyers Rikke and Henrik meet on a Copenhagen rooftop

I arrive early for the summer party at the leading Copenhagen law firm where I’ve been toiling away for the past three years. It is my return from three weeks of absense — a time during which a lot of changes have occurred to me personally.

I scan my card at the turnstile in the lobby, take the elevator to the top floor and continue via the staircase to the roof terrace where I can smoke my cigarettes. I don’t want to go directly to the canteen where the buffet dinner is to be served, as I am more than a little nervous about the comments I will receive from my colleagues about the changes in my appearance. I walk slowly, carefully putting each foot in front of the other in my new stiletto sandals. I’m clearly more comfortable in flats. But I look nice and sexy in these.

Outside in the warm breeze on the empty terrace I fish a King’s Blue cigarette from a hard pack in my handback and light up, protecting the lighter’s flame with both hands. I inhale deeply and slowly walk toward the railing, enjoying the breathtaking view of the Copenhagen North Harbour just below the firm’s high-rise building and the Swedish coastline in the distance some 20 kilometers away.

I ponder the many things that have changed lately, sucking the smoke from my cigarette. I only started smoking about a year ago, mainly to get rid of the unpleasant taste and smell of my bad teeth. The cigarettes have served me well in that respect. And now I’m severely addicted to them.

I arrive early for the summer party, scan my card and go straight to the elevators to get to the roof terrace. I want to enjoy the view and, more importantly, hope to get a chance to watch beautiful female smokers — the main reason for my frequent visits to the roof during working hours.

Bingo! There is this amazing blonde in a tight, red halterneck dress, displaying a large tattoo on her back. She is in high heel sandals, blowing smoke from her cigarette into the wind without looking in my direction.

Slowly I cross the wooden deck, wondering how to start a conversation. As I arrive next to her, she turns her beautiful face slightly toward me, removing her long hair from her eyes and acknowledging my presense with a nod and her red lips around the filter of her cigarette.

“Hi,” I say, noticing the deep cleavage between her considerable boobs under the tight dress. Just diving into the cleavage she has what looks like a large human molar hanging in a thin gold necklace around her neck.

“Hi.”

“Fascinating, isn’t it?” I continue, referring to the view of the harbour and the sound.

“Yes, very.”

“You must be new here… I’m Henrik,” I say, extending my right hand.

“I know who you are. I’ve worked here for three years. I’m Rikke,” she says with a beautiful smile, exposing two rows of immaculate white teeth and shifting her cigarette from her right to her left to take my hand.

“Oh… sorry. I knew I’d seen you somewhere,” I reply, thinking of how to get out of the embarrassment.

There is something familiar about her. But I can’t place her.

“We also went to university together, Henrik. We started at Copenhagen University, Faculty of Law… nine years ago.”

“Oh… I’m so sorry, Rikke. I…”

Our conversation just got the worst start possible.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure this will happen a lot to me tonight. I’ve made some significant changes to ny appearance lately.”

“Really? Like what?”

“Well… My hair for starters. I used to have this boring mousy hair that I would tie into a knot at the back. Now I’ve had it dyed and let it loose.”

“It looks real nice.”

“Thanks…”

“You know what, Rikke? I think they have cold Prosecco downstairs. Would you like a drink?”

“Yes, please!” she smiles, taking a step away from the railing to extinguish her cigarette.

Everybody at the firm knows Henrik Skou Andersen as one of our must successful young lawyers in the Litigation department. Somehow it shocks me that he doesn’t seem to recognize me at all after having known me and been around me since we started at university the same year. Either it shows how unremarkable I’ve been until now or how huge the changes to my appearance have been.

Henrik is extremely attractive. And I know from firm gossip that he has been around many a bed without making a commitment to any of the young female lawyers at the firm who tried their luck with him.

A group of my female colleagues from Corporate enter the deck. I raise my hand to wave. But they don’t seem to notice. Even they fail to recognize me.

I’m in the process of finding another cigarette as Henrik returns with a bottle of cold Prosecco and two tall glasses. I put the cigarette between my lips and extend the pack toward him.

“You want one?”

“No thanks. I don’t smoke. But I like to watch!”

So you like to watch, do you? With a smile I light up while Henrik is waiting to hand me the glasses so he can pop the güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri bottle. I throw the lighter back into my handbag and take a glass in each hand, dangling the cigarette from my lips. The cork makes a loud bang as it leaves the bottleneck and flies to land somewhere in the gentrified harbour area with its fancy restaurants and expensive condos.

Henrik pours for both of us. At first mostly bubbles, but after a little while we both end up with a decent glass of Prosecco. Henrik puts down the bottle at his feet and takes his glass. We raise them.

“Skål, Rikke!”

“Skål, Henrik!”

We drink.

“So… apart from the hair. What other changes did you make to your appearance?” he asks.

I use the opportunity to introduce my tooth necklace:

“Well… this necklace is new. It’s my lucky tooth.”

Henrik leans forward, picking up the tooth that is resting on top of my unusually large bosom, which he touches for a second, making my braless nipples harden remarkably.

“Where is it from?”

“From my mouth. I had it pulled.”

“What was wrong with it? It looks perfect.”

“Oh, it is. That’s why it’s my lucky tooth,” I finish the subject and switch to another:

“I also got these earrings. I just had holes in my ears this week.”

I remove the hair from my left ear to show off my large silver earring, then turn to show him its right twin.

“Good choice!” he comments.

“What? The holes or the rings?”

“Well… both… I really like beautiful women with large earrings.”

He’s really flirty now, isn’t he. I’ve never experienced anything like this.

“And you think I’m beautiful…,” I inquire with a smile.

“Yes. Very much. Even more so in this light. And with the smoke from your cigarette in the wind.”

“So you’re sure the smoke doesn’t bother you?”

I inhale and look at him, waiting for the answer.

“On the contrary. I must admit I have a weakness for women who smoke.”

“You do?” I laugh and blow my smoke into his face, teasingly. He just smiles and continues talking.

“Any other changes to your appearance?”

“Yes… well… if you really don’t remember me, you wouldn’t know… But I used to hide behind a pair of ugly glasses that made me look like a really boring lawyer. For the past couple of weeks I’ve been getting used to wearing contacts instead. I think it’s a big change.”

“It must be. And you have such beautiful eyes.”

“Thank you.”

“Anything else?”

“Absolutely. Have a guess!”

“Well… that tattoo on your back maybe?”

“It’s quite recent, yes,” I agree and turn my back toward him to demonstrate the large tattoo of Justitia, goddess of justice, that is fully visible as my dress shows most of my back. “Actually it was finished two months ago. But I’ll let it count as a recent change as I haven’t shown it at work until today.”

“I like it,” Henrik says as he nods to colleagues who are slowly filling the roof terrace in small groups around us.

“Thank you. Would you like to continue guessing?” I ask.

“Yeah…”

Henrik looks me up and down.

“Those stilettos maybe?”

“Yes. They’re new too,” I agree. “Anything else?”

I smile and inhale deeply from my cigarette.

“That hot dress you’re wearing?”

“Definitely,” I nod and exhale smoke as I speak. “I really didn’t have anything I could wear tonight. So I went out and bought this yesterday. And it wasn’t cheap. But it had become necessary. After another change that I had made. Guess what.”

Henrik smiles as he speculates about my appearance.

“Come on. Don’t be shy.”

“No… I’m not shy. But…”

Henrik’s eyes are fixated on my boobs now.

“Okay! You’ve guessed it!” I laugh.

I let the cigarette rest in my mouth and grab around my ample tits, pressing them together to emphazise their size and my impressive cleavage.

“So you had surgery?” he suggests, looking a bit embarassed by my directness.

“Yes! And I went big. As big as my surgeon would accept from a medical viewpoint.”

“He did a good job, your surgeon.”

“Thank you. Yes, he’s very skillful. Do you think there is anything left in that bottle?”

Henrik grabs the Prosecco to refill our glasses.

“I figured I’ve always had these ridiculously small tits. So when I decided to get surgery, I though I might as well go big.”

“Another good choice of yours.”

“You like them?”

I suck the last smoke from my cigarette and take a step toward the ashtray to butt it out.

“Yes. Very much. They’re good with your hair, your dress, your earrings, your sweet smile, your eyes and your beautiful face.”

“You’re really good at compliments, you know that?”

“They come to me so easy when I’m with you… I guess I’ve covered all the important changes now, haven’t I?”

“Nope. There is one major change that you haven’t touched upon yet.”

Henrik studies my face.

“Did you have a nose job… or lip surgery?”

“No. My amazing nose and lips güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri are nature’s gift to me. Incredible, but true.”

“Apart from the lipstick,” Henrik remarks.

“Granted.”

As I reach into my handbag for another cigarette, I notice that the terrace is starting to empty. With the unlit cigarette between my fingers I look at Henrik and ask:

“Should we go downstairs? I think dinner is starting.”

“No worries. We haven’t finished our Prosecco. And there’ll be plenty of food.”

I light up and hold my glass for Henrik to fill it once again.

“It’s so nice talking to you, Henrik!” I say and look into his eyes while letting my glass touch his.

“It’s so nice talking to you, Rikke!” he counters with a seducing smile and continues: “I can’t believe that I haven’t noticed you before.”

“Like I said, I’ve changed a lot lately. And you haven’t guessed the last major change.”

“It’s a major thing?”

“I would say so. Yes.”

We’re alone on the roof now.

“Would you like a hint?” I continue.

“Yes please.”

“I have developed a slight lisp lately.”

“A lisp? Is that your major change?”

“No. That’s my hint.”

“Oh. But I hardly notice it when you speak.”

“Well… I’m practising… And I hope it goes away through practise and adjustment… But I have a strange pronounciation of some s sounds. Haven’t you noticed?”

“Maybe… But it’s nothing to worry about.”

“Maybe it’s just me being self-conscious. Anyway, that was my hint.”

Our bottle is completely empty now and Rikke has finished smoking her fourth consecutive cigarette which seemed equally stimulating for her to smoke and for me to watch. We decide to go downstairs to the buffet. I’m still wondering about the last major change to her appearance — an appearance which I very much enjoy in its present form.

Walking down the stairs she wraps her arm around me and I smell her smoke and her perfume.

“Are you that drunk?” I suggest with a smile.

“Not exactly. I’ll admit the Prosecco is part of it. Another part is that I’m not used to these heels. And a third factor is the changed weight distribution in my body. I went big, remember?”

“Oh yeah. Good choice,” I smile and pull her close for support and intimacy.

Downstairs the long lines at the buffet have disappeared. The seating is free so we find neighbouring chairs at an almost empty table in a corner at the far end wall and fill our plates at the buffet. There’s lots of delicious meat and I dig in from all parts of the buffet.

When we return to the table, I notice that Rikke just took a sausage, a few boiled potatoes and some salad.

“Aren’t you going to have some of this delicious lamb?” I ask.

“No thanks. I’m good. I’m not that hungry.”

“You’re not on a diet, are you?”

“No.”

“Because… if there is one woman here tonight who doesn’t have to worry about her weight, that’s you. Apart from that weight distribution problem we discussed.”

“I’m not worried about my weight. My weight hasn’t concerned me since I started smoking last summer. Smoking is great to keep your weight down. Much more efficient than working out in my experience.”

“You started smoking last summer? That was late. Had you been smoking before that?”

“Nope. Never. I was 29 before I took up smoking. And I’ve loved it ever since.”

“So you started smoking to control your weight?”

“Maybe that factored in as well. But mainly it was because I had a bad breath.”

“You did?”

“Yeah. Very bad.”

“Can I smell your breath?”

“Now I have smoker’s breath. You’re not going to like it.”

“Try me!”

Rikke turns toward me and breathes into my face. I smell her delicious smoker’s breath.

“That’s nice,” I comment.

“I’m glad you like it. Anyway I like my smoker’s breath a lot better than the bad breath I had a year ago.”

I hold a piece of the freshly baked baguette from the buffet in front of her mouth.

“You should try this!”

“No thanks.”

“Come on! Take a bite! It’s delicious!”

“I’m sure it is. But no thanks. I’d have an issue with that crust.”

“What’s with it? It’s a normal bread crust. You just bite it off. Like this.”

I take a bite to demonstrate.

“Try it!”

“No. I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“You haven’t guessed it, have you? Put two and two together: my lisp, my lucky tooth, my choice of food, I can’t bite off that crust… I think I have given you a lot of hints.”

“You have bad teeth?”

“No, I don’t. Not anymore.”

“So… what’s the problem?”

“I need a cigarette. Would you like to come to the roof terrace with me?”

“I’d love to.”

I manage to grab a bottle of white wine and our glasses from the table as we get up to return to the roof. In front of the elevator Rikke bends down to take off her heels.

“I need to learn to walk in these,” she says, picking them up as she steps into the elevator barefoot.

Rikke leans into me and güvenilir bahis şirketleri as our faces come close together during the short elevator ride I kiss her on the mouth. But my tongue hits the barrier of her front teeth and for a second I wonder if I misinterpreted her signals and made a serious mistake.

With unexpected directness Rikke then grabs my right hand and places it around her left tit.

“Touch me!” she says. I obey and enjoy. Through the thin garment I sense her hard nipple. Very promising. But what’s with that kiss?

Then we are at the top of the elevator and with our arms wrapped around each other we walk upstairs toward the roof terrace. Rikke lights up just inside the door and we step outside to a now somewhat colder breeze.

“Let me show you something,” she says with a smile and leads me by the hand around the small hut at the top of the staircase to a slightly more private spot where we will not inevitably be the very first thing people see when they arrive at the roof terrace.

We deposit the bottle, the glasses, her stilettos and her handbag on the wooden deck and she kneels down in front of me, cigarette in mouth, untying the bow at the back of her neck. Her impressive, braless boobs now bounce freely in front of her as she unbuckles my belt and unzips my trousers. She looks at my face from below as she pulls my hard dick out from my underpants and wraps her tits around it. I move it up and down her roomy cleavage, making her lucky tooth dance on top of my dickhead.

“This is something I’ve been dreaming of doing for years,” she says with the cigarette dangling from her lips, using both hands to squeeze her tits around my dick.

“So have I,” I manage to moan. “Ever since I saw you in that dress about an hour ago. Oh! This is so nice, Rikke!”

I’m on the brink of ejaculation when Rikke stops her activity and sits down on the wooden deck in front of me, smoking her cigarette, while I’m standing with my hard-on erect in the cold evening breeze and my trousers around my ankles, noticing that noone has arrived from downstairs. Luckily.

“I’m glad you like it…,” she smiles at me from below.

“I do! Please don’t stop!” I moan in frustration.

“I was thinking…”

She pauses as she takes an extended drag from her cigarette.

“What were you thinking?”

“…would you like a blowjob?”

“Yes! Please!”

“And you are sure you don’t mind if I smoke while blowing you?” she says, exhaling smoke as she speaks.

“No! I’d love it!”

“Good to hear. I think I can give you a kind of blowjob you’ve never had before, Henrik.”

“You do? Try me!”

“I bet you’ve had your share of blowjobs.”

“I can’t complain.”

“But I think this one will be a first.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Will you let me show you?”

“Absolutely! Go ahead.”

“Okay. Here we go!”

Rikke shifts her cigarette from her right to her left hand and uses the right to reach into her mouth. She quickly removes an object that she throws into the open handbag standing next to her. Then she repeats that procedure and within a second she has her mouth all around my dick and starts slurping so loudly it makes me wonder if it can be heard downstairs at the buffet.

“Ahhhh! That’s so nice!” I pant with my hands around the back of Rikke’s head.

“Mnhhhhh,” Rikke responds from below.

This is a remarkable blowjob. I almost get carried away by the deep, pussy-like softness of Rikke’s mouth as I happen to cast a glance into her open handbag, wondering what she just tossed into it. The sight surprises me to an extend that makes me let go of Rikke’s head and ask:

“What the hell is that?”

Rikke extracts my dick from her mouth and takes a long drag from her cigarette. She pauses to inhale the smoke while she looks me in the eyes.

“What does it look like? It’s a set of dentures. It’s my fake teeth,” she says with a pronounced lisp as the smoke is leaving her nose and mouth. As she gets back on her feet, she opens her mouth wide and I look at her completely toothless, soft gums that tenderly caressed my dick just seconds earlier.

“You see. I don’t have bad teeth. I have no teeth. I had them extracted three weeks ago. All of them,” she lisps and goes on:

“So I’ve got fake boobs, fake hair…, fake height…”

She points to her stilettos next to our wine bottle.

“…so why wouldn’t I have fake teeth too?”

She takes another deep drag from her cigarette.

“Oh… I’m sorry, Rikke…”

“Don’t be! You liked the blowjob, didn’t you?”

“Yes. It was really special.”

“I told you, didn’t I?” she lisps, exhaling smoke through her toothless smile.

“So… the fake teeth were your last major change?”

“Yes, and you couldn’t guess it.”

“No. It was a hard one. Why did you have your teeth removed?”

“They were rotten, most of them. As I child I developed a fear of dentists. I didn’t brush my teeth properly and kept postponing going to the dentist when I was younger. When I finally did a couple of years ago, it all turned out to be extremely painful and expensive. My teeth were rotting, my breath was so bad I needed to start smoking just to camouflage it. I was too embarassed to open my mouth when I smiled. So I was perceived as a not very smiling person.”

“But you have a wonderful smile.”

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