But I Don't Smoke - Simon's Story

After we had finished our wine, and D had yet another cigarette, I suggested we went for a walk to get some fresh air for me as her smoking inside had slowly filled the cabin up with smoke, and a nice stroll around the marina before went to bed, so we loosely got dressed. As in both of our underwear stayed in the cabin and got off the boat and sauntered hand in hand around the marina, it was so quiet and peaceful hearing the water lapping against the pontoons, it was bliss. After a few minutes, D got her pack of cigarettes and lighter from somewhere and lit one. We sat down on the edge of pontoon and dangled our feet in the water and hugged each other as the sun set over the water. Apart from the smoke from her cigarette blowing across us, it was amazing- I MUST remember to sit up wind of her!!!

After a while D's legs got cold from being in the sea, so she flicked her current cigarette out across the water we both watched as it the fizzing butt bobbed on the water and once bored of that we headed back to boat, it didn't take long after trying to do our teeth and get ready for sleep in such a small boat to get ourselves comfortable and soon we were rocked off to sleep by the boat- but only after D had one very last final cigarette of the night!

August 8 ^th

We woke early, it wasn't surprizing, it was quite cramped in the forepeak bed, and D is evidently territorial and definitely likes to have the largest area of the bed all for herself. I had even banged my head on the side of the boat plenty of times as I rolled over in the middle of night.

D and I hugged, and soon with my morning glory working well, I had to just climb on top, it was a lovely way to start the day.  I was ready to go back to sleep, but it dawned on me that we needed to get on and reach the island.

I then heroically, as D rolled over and sat up and prioritised getting her morning cigarette alight, I got up and after going via the toilet - or as she kept asking for the technical term "head" - using the little stove I then fried up the sausages, bacon, and eggs.

After getting partially dressed we sat there in our underwear, well D was in her bikini bottoms and her sports bra? Guess sailing is like crossing the beach with the gym? We sat outside on the cockpit of the boat and had our breakfast, it was lovely, except that I had to keep shooing the sea gulls away from my bacon!

As we finished our breakfast and coffee, I got the chart out and explained exactly where we were going. D nodded along between deep inhales of yet another cigarette. She was trying to focus on what I was saying, I am sure?!? She did say "Yay, I am so looking forward to it." Before she went back to focusing on the white stick between her fingers. She then stubbed the cigarette out in the glass she was carrying around as an ashtray, and announced that before we headed out on to the open sea, she needed another coffee, which I think we can take as a not to subtle code for requiring yet another cigarette that goes with it...anyway whilst she sat there smoking and drinking I got the boat ready to go, I did suggest that she helped by tidying up the breakfast things, which once she had finished her cigarette- thankfully she did .

With a bit of work I got the engine going, it took a couple of turns, I could be cheeky here and say to get it going it coughed and spluttered like D does after sex. Actually, it was because the parental units hadn't used it for a week or so, luckily, it's on mains charge when in the marina, so the battery was nicely charged! D then helped me with the mooring ropes and we motored out of the marina.

I wasn't hard to notice though that the sailing "thing" clearly distracted her from her smoking "thing". Once we were beyond the breakwater; I steered into the wind and ask D to take the helm and hold the boat steady whilst I raised the main sail. She had a slight panic on her face, and maybe an unconscious brief glance down through the hatch towards the cigarette pack on the chart table below, but it was calm, and we were still sheltered, I explained that she just needed to keep the boat going in a straight line. She managed it!

I eventually got the sail up, and then came back to the helm and corrected the course; she had drifted slightly, but hey ho. I then got her to aim for a rock that was miles away in the distance, absolutely no chance of her hitting it as I needed to get the headsail up. You should have seen her amazing smile as she successfully concentrated on getting the boat to go in the right direction.

Once the headsail was up, the boat was moving nicely to windward, I was on the helm and D was sitting beside me in the cockpit. It was such I nice feeling having us both together, even the statement of having the wind in our hair, it was lovely. However, I could see her looking towards the hatch almost asking me if she could have a cigarette, but I had a small problem- according to the GPS, we were actually sailing away from the island!

I explained to her that we needed to tack and keep tacking back in the direction of the island, which was getting smaller as we sailed away from it.

After a couple of clumsy tacks with the sheets and sails rattling, we eventually got it right by the third tack, she was great with the sheets, you could tell she worked out hard in the gym, letting the old one go and pulling the new sheet in with great vigour. The wind backed around as time progressed and so we could get the wind on our beam and reach across.

It took about an hour and half, but soon as things calmed down and I acknowledged that she wouldn't need to tack for bit she almost gracefully swallow dived into the cabin to get her cigarette pack. She hadn't really gone more than a couple of hours since the last smoke and since her focus wasn't on the winch, she was now clearly extremely desperate to smoke a cigarette.

That was evident by the fact she got it lit whilst still in the cabin and must have had a good three hard drags before she came back up to join me in the cockpit carrying her pack and lighter, as it was practically half smoked by the time she sat down, you could tell she was anxious for nicotine as she used the end of the one she was smoking to start the next one!- Mental note readers, she cannot do more than an hour without a cigarette, as if she does last longer she will smoke more than necessary when she can, to catch up!

With her lungs now happy and the second cigarette flicked overboard she was back to herself again, it got to lunchtime and I suggested that she took the helm and kept the boat heading towards the island as I went down and threw together some lunch, she frowned and then smiled, I guess she assumed she could make lunch and have another cigarette, I am not sure, but either way we wolfed down the hastily thrown together sandwich, and D then had her required post lunch cigarette. She had to shelter in the hatchway to get it lit poor girl tried two or three times whilst sitting in the cockpit, as the wind was getting up, I tried not laugh as she struggled to get it going. I should have suggested using the cockpit earlier, she clearly wasn't going to be defeated by the wind.

As the wind was building and backing again, we had to put our coats on, it had got noticeably colder, and sadly we then had to do quite a bit more tacking to get towards the island. But D is a great trouper and helped me as we made our way towards the sheltered cove near the island.

After a couple of hours of hard sailing, poor girl, I think she envisaged when I invited her on the boat that she was going to be sitting on the foredeck in her bikini (or less ;) or was that me dreaming?) with a glass of wine and a cigarette or two sunbathing...sadly for her she was clambering around the cockpit, getting covered in spray and winching in the sails. The cigarettes and wine would have to wait. But boy she is good!

We came around the islands headland it was far more sheltered, and the wind noticeably dropped. I started the engine and I let her helm again as I dropped the sails on to the deck, as we needed more control to drop the anchor for the evening.

With the sails tied securely to the deck and the anchor securely down, I came back to the cockpit to see her with a cigarette in the corner of her mouth taking photos of the island on her phone.

As she dragged hard on the cigarette, I suggested that we should really visit the island and enjoy the view before it got dark. She nodded and made a point of smoking her cigarette. I wasn't going to rush her, she had been "good" and worked hard getting the boat to island with me!

As she sat there and smoked, I dug out the waterproof rucksack and put my waterproofs down below, I stripped down to my boxers putting my clothes, shoes, and a couple of bottles of water and a towel into the bag. With very little coercion, she then pulled down her shorts and pulled off her top and put them in the bag too. She looked gorgeous in her knickers and sports bra even with the windswept spray-soaked hair. I suggested she put her mobile in too, so she could take some photos, I had to convince her that the bag wouldn't leak! I was surprized she didn't ask to put her cigarettes in there as well. I guess maybe she can now cope with getting her phone wet, but not her beloved cigarettes!

I will say it again readers my girlfriend looks absolutely stunning in just her underwear, it must be said. With a dive into the water, we swam across to island. Again, you can tell there has been time spent in a pool. She is such a fast swimmer. With us near the beach we kissed, cuddled, and maybe groped each other before we walked up the beach. I was very much hoping for the James Bond look as I confidently strode out of the waves... 😊

With great fanfare we opened the dry bag. Then dried off and got dressed, I am not sure why readers, there was not a soul around, we could have happily walked up the hill stark naked and not offended anyone! I certainly wouldn't have complained at looking at D naked as she walked up the hill. Hell, if I could watch her backside all day long. I would do...But anyway I am rambling, we got dressed and then slowly I led D up the hill. She was certainly grateful for the water, but I think she certainly regretted not putting her pack of cigarettes in the bag. You could tell she looked a little lost when we stopped for a rest and water break. She was definitely missing them.

We eventually got to the top of the hill and stopped for kiss whilst the sun set down across the island, it was absolutely bliss, girlfriend, view, sunset. It was the most a wonderful situation, also it was cigarette free! I couldn't have planned it better. Maybe I should bring her back if I put a "ring on it"?

Woo there Readers, I am getting ahead of myself, way ahead of myself! But we sat there and hugged, she let me, and my fingers explore, it was an amazing moment just the two of us and the occasional bird squawk.

We got a little chilled and decided to head back to the boat. Walking back down the hill was a little scary as it got darker, but we got there. The gravel path in the almost moon light was a little fun. D held my hand the whole way down as not to fall over, I just about stayed on my feet.

We got back to the beach, put our shoes back in the bag, I was in the process of tugging my shorts down to swim back to the boat, but D handed me her phone and then strode straight into the water and shrieked and started to swim back to the boat!

When we got back on board, I learnt the reason for her charging straight back into the water, it wasn't to cool off or anything practical, she was yet again desperate for a cigarette. It was pitch dark when we clambered back on to the boat. However, the stars and moon were shining brightly. D climbed up the stern ladder, her soaking wet arse, it looked lovely as it glistened in the moonlight.

We got up into the cockpit and D's body was shivering as if she was frozen. I got a towel out of the cabin and wrapped her in it to dry her off, she smiled climbed down and picked up her pack of cigarettes and lighter and fired it up before I could blink. She smiled and inhaled again then only remarked how much better she felt once she had her lungs full. Readers, I think she might have been having a "nicotine fit" if such a thing exists; she was shaking in the sheer anticipation of her smoking a cigarette.

I offered her a beer as I went to the fridge. She practically bit my hand off as she opened it and glugged down the beer, before smiling at me before dragging hard on her cigarette.

For the next half an hour or so we sat there and had a couple of beers, and she ploughed through three or I think more likely four cigarettes. I soon needed a wee, so suggested we went swimming again, to you know...well the heads pump straight out into the water anyway... she sighed at me and raised her eyebrow and made a point of showing me her hand, she had literally just lit a fresh cigarette and it was burning brightly between her fingers in the dark sky as she inhaled.

She then got up suggesting that she needed another beer, but before she headed down to the cabin, I had to ask if she was ok. I suggested that she could have a beer once we had gone swimming. I was desperate for piss! She shook her head and said that I could go if I wanted, and then went down into the cabin and picked up a couple of cans of beer from the fridge.

As D came back up with her cigarette perched between her lips with a beer in each hand, I explained I was going for another swim. She sighed again and put the beers down, had another long drag on the cigarette, the end of the cigarette burning bright red against the dark sky before exhaling and stubbing the cigarette out in her full glass. She almost reluctantly joined me in the water, for some strange reason she didn't join me for the naked swim.  She still wore her underwear. I was just grateful to release the pressure on my bladder!

We did a couple of laps of the boat, and lots of kissing and splashing each other, I was ready to go around again, but D mooted that she was getting out. It did mean I got to watch her amazing bikini covered arse again as she climbed out of the water. I swam another lap of the boat and then got out to find her sitting in her towel with a glass of wine and her ever present cigarette she practically necked the glass of wine before focusing and dragging hard on her cigarette.

I asked her if she was okay, and she smiled at me and said something along the lines that she will be! Before finishing the glass of wine in one! She was certainly on a mission of sorts, it was slightly concerning as were on a small boat in the middle of the bay, I had to keep an eye on her that she didn't fall overboard.

As the second glass of wine and umpteenth cigarette was smoked, I suggested that I cooked us some dinner, don't think D was in the right frame of mind to actually cook anything other than fry her brain.

As we finished our food, she sat their smiling tipsily at me smoking her "post dinner" cigarette, however when she leaned over and picked up another one and lit using the last part of her post dinner cigarette, I suggested to her that she wasn't actually okay, and I was concerned that I had annoyed her. She exhaled a large cloud of smoke into the star lit sky and then basically "brain dumped" at me. Poor D had so many emotions bouncing around in her head. They call came out over the next thirty or so minutes with what it seemed a never endingly flurry of cigarettes and wine.

She declared how much she was very much having a mental battle, she had spent her life complaining about her mum and friends smoking, and now she was sitting there enjoying every single drag. D made a point of dragging hard on her cigarette after stating it. She also suggested how much she loved me. How much she was going to miss me at college and how sad she is that is has fallen in love with both me and her cigarettes.

She has promised everyone that she was going to quit as soon as she went to college, but when she leaves, she is going to lose me, her mom, and her cigarettes. D stated between pauses for long deep drags on the cigarettes and what seemed to be wall of exhaled smoke coming from her poor lungs and interspersed with equally large gulps of wine- how much she was struggling to cope with the fact she has very much had left her healthy gym-based life for, she didn't know what. But all she knew was she was going to lose it all. You could see the tears pouring down her face, in the few short weeks I have really got to know her, this was only the second time I have properly seen her cry.

She wasn't getting happy drunk this evening as with our nights out, she was getting emotionally drunk.

Readers I was a true gentleman and explained how much I loved her too. That I fancied her for ages before we started going out together. I explained that I would support her trying to quit, and that we could go running and walking together and enjoy ourselves, but ultimately have fun.

I also explained that I know cigarettes are now part of her, and they and her have become entwined together over the last few months, I accept them for being part of her, and that I would support and love her whatever she chooses.

We sat there in silence and then I shuffled over and gave her a hug and suggested that maybe we had an early night. She looked down at her pack of cigarettes and the five or six cigarettes still in the pack. She drew on her current cigarette, exhaled away from me yet another large, big cone of smoke up into the still black sky, shook her head and said she wanted to top up her glass of wine. Readers, I think she saw the rest of the pack of cigarettes as her mission, along with the wine.

I reluctantly went down below and got the half empty bottle from the fridge and topped up our glasses. We sat there with her snuggled into my arms as she continued to consume the glass of wine and the majority of the cigarettes in the pack. By the time I helped her down the ladder, via the toilet and into bed, she was drunk, but a lot calmer.

She sat on the "head" doing her thing whilst having one last cigarette before bed as I did my teeth before we swapped over, climbed into forepeak bed, D was drunk and restless, but we eventually snuggled up next to each other. Her damp hair had a salty cigarette aroma to it. Maybe readers I can get used to this?

August 9th

I woke up to her hear her gently coughing and groaning; it's understandable Readers, as she drank a lot of wine and smoked a LOT of cigarettes rather quickly last night! She then began to rummage around the cabin, eventually I think she found her pack of cigarettes and headed outside to smoke them. She must have been naked, as she left quickly. I must admit readers, it was a crap night's sleep, D was tossing and turning all night which in the confines of the small forepeak isn't pleasant, so I enjoyed the few minutes whilst she was outside to fall back to sleep again.

All I know is a now rather cold to touch D smelling of freshly smoked cigarettes climbed back in to bed and tried to snuggle her ice cold backside in to me. After a few minutes of gyrating her freezing but nice arse against my cock, a) her buttocks had warmed up and b) soon my cock was hard for her!

She then rolled me over and climbed on top, kissing me passionately, she couldn't complain about my morning breath, her fresh bitter cigarette aftertaste in her mouth as she kissed and loved me as she wiggled herself down on to my shaft. She grunted as I reached full penetration, and I grabbed her buttocks with my hands and squeezed them as she started her rhythmic action as she started to slowly bounce up and down. She was focused and intense as she kissed and loved me, it was amazing, as she got closer to coming, she sat up and gyrated harder and harder against me until she screamed so loud you could hear the seagulls squawking on the water.