The Experiment - Week 2

The second week of the experiment was in full swing, and Julie found herself embracing her new passion with an intensity that both thrilled and unnerved her. Her delicate fingers wrapped around the slender cigarette as she drew it to her full, sultry lips, inhaling deeply and savoring the taste that once repulsed her. She exhaled a cloud of smoke, watching as it danced through the air before dissipating.

"Only 20 days left," she whispered to herself, a mixture of excitement and uncertainty churning within her. She ran her hand through her platinum blonde hair, those striking blue eyes fixated on the glowing laptop screen before her throughout most of the days.

As Julie immersed herself deeper into her newfound addiction, she couldn't help but feel a spark ignite within her. The sensation of smoke filling her lungs, the way her body seemed to crave each new hit, it all sent a shiver down her spine. She felt so fulfilled, satisfied, and even pleased with herself – a new level of confidence and calm she had been longing for throughout most of her old life.

She clicked on yet another video of some hottie smoking. Her heart raced as she observed the woman in the video seductively draw from her cigarette, using it as a tool of enticement. Julie couldn't believe that she was getting so excited over... smoking? But then she realized that it wasn't really the smoking itself that aroused her, but rather the woman featured - a bleached blonde with dark makeup, probably some enhanced features, but not to the point of crossing into bimbo territory. It was her seductive gaze and deliberate way of holding the cigarette, opening her mouth after taking a deep drag and allowing the smoke to dance a bit before inhaling it with visible satisfaction and releasing an indulgent exhale, accompanied by soft moans. Yes, it was her brazen, provocative behaviour that captivated Julie so much. And all she needed was just a cigarette to communicate it...

"What the hell - why am I watching this?" Julie closed the laptop abruptly, the sudden darkness in the room reflecting her internal conflict - part of her wanted to be like the girl in the video, but her old self was disgusted by the idea. She took another drag from her cigarette, allowing the warmth to fill her chest as she pondered her transformation. As if in response to her turmoil, the cigarette seemed to whisper sweet nothings to her, urging her to embrace this new side of herself without fear or judgment.

"Alright," Julie said, steeling herself with determination. "Hell, I'll give it a try. Huh. Participating in this experiment was either the best or the worst decision of my life."

Julie reclined in the chair on a hotel terrace, a glass of expensive champagne in hand. She was never a drinker but lately she enjoyed a nice drink very much. Whenever she felt like it, she finished with her workout 20 minutes earlier in order to have some time left for a drink on a terrace.

She took a drag from her cigarette, savoring the smooth smoke as it caressed her throat and lungs, filling her with warmth and satisfaction in combination with the champagne. Her thoughts, once consumed by the demands of her family and career, now drifted lazily like the tendrils of smoke around her. The luxurious lifestyle afforded to her by the experiment was intoxicating, each day more hedonistic than the last, and she found herself thinking less and less about the world she had left behind.

"Evening, Julie," Mark greeted, stepping onto the terrace with his usual mix of confidence and casual charm. He leaned against the railing, his gaze lingering on her lips as she exhaled a plume of smoke.

"Hi, Mark," she replied, her voice sultry and low as she held his gaze, challenging him to look away. "Another beautiful sunset, isn't it?"

"Absolutely," he agreed, though his eyes never left hers. He pulled out a cigarette of his own and lit it, the flame casting flickering shadows across his face. "Mind if I join you?"

"Of course not." Julie smiled, taking another sip of her champagne. She watched as Mark settled into the chair next to her, their knees briefly brushing together. A thrill shot through her at the contact, making her heart race. She found herself wanting to touch his knee again, but resisted the urge. It would've been too obvious.

"Have you been enjoying your time here?" Mark asked, blowing a stream of smoke into the evening air.

"Very much so," Julie admitted, her gaze drifting down to his torso where his shirt strained against his muscular pecs. "It's been... an experience."

"Good experiences, I hope." Mark playfully raised his brow, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Definitely," she said, feeling her cheeks flush. She took another drag from her cigarette, the smoke curling around them like a seductive embrace. "I never thought I'd enjoy these so much, but they'd become so soothing and pleasurable... maybe even a passion."

"Ah, well," Mark leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper as he shared a secret with her. "Passions can be dangerous, or they can set you free. It all depends on how far you're willing to let them take you."

Julie felt her breath catch in her throat as she considered his words, the implication behind them sending shivers down her spine. She could feel the tension building between them, electric and charged, drawing them ever closer.

"Maybe," she whispered, her eyes locked on his, "it's time to find out just how far I'm willing to go."

As the days went by, Julie's anticipation for her photoshoot with Mark grew stronger. She was aware that she should maintain some distance from him and cancel their session. However, she justified her decision by reminding herself that she had already made a promise to him and it would be impolite to back out now without a valid reason.

She frequently stood in front of the mirror, experimenting with different poses. Each one was more enticing and daring than the last, as she played with her reflection and reveled in the seductive power of her own body. She loved this side of herself, and what started as just a few playful remarks now often turned into full-blown conversations with her reflection. It was her way of coping with the constant feelings of isolation. Interestingly, her reflection always portrayed her naughty and confident side, encouraging and motivating her to push forward.

"Only a few more days," she whispered to herself, anticipation building in her. "I can't wait to see the look on his face when we start shooting. I hope he likes what he sees."

"Of course he will," her reflection seemed to reassure her, a wicked smile playing on its lips. "He won't be able to resist."

"Knock, knock!" Mark's voice rang out from behind the door, snapping Julie back to reality. "Ready for our daily check-in?"

"Come in!" she called, quickly scrambling to her feet, her heart pounding within her chest.

As Mark entered the room, Julie couldn't help but notice the way his eyes lingered on her exposed skin just a moment too long, a hunger sparking within their depths. She resisted the urge to smile triumphantly, instead opting to feign innocence as she greeted him.

"Hi, Mark," she said sweetly, meeting his gaze with her own striking blue eyes as she put on the bath robe. "I was just... uhm, practicing."

"Practicing?" he raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "For what?"

"Oh, you know," she replied coyly as she moved closer to him. "Our photoshoot. I've never done anything like it and I want to make sure I look perfect."

"Julie, you don't need to practice to look perfect," Mark assured her, his voice warm and sincere. "But I have to admit, I'm looking forward to seeing what you've come up with."

"Me too," she agreed, her excitement bubbling over into a mischievous grin. "I can't wait to see the pictures we're going to make. I hope they're going to be good."

"I have no doubt," Mark's eyes twinkled with intrigue as he took a step closer, the electricity between them crackling like a live wire.

"Well, we'll have to wait and see," Julie whispered, feeling her resolve begin to crumble under the weight of his intense gaze.

They sat down and chatted casually for a short time before Mark excused himself for his short visit that day.

As the door closed behind Mark, leaving Julie alone with her thoughts once more, she couldn't help but wonder how much longer she could keep up this delicate dance of desire. There were only a few days left until their photoshoot, and she feared things might head into dangerous territory once the camera started clicking.

Julie felt the sweat trickling down her spine as she powered through another set of crunches, but her mind was far from her workout as her body moved mechanically through the familiar routine. Her once-beloved workouts now seemed like an irritating chore, a cruel distraction from the world of sensuality she'd stumbled upon.

As she stepped off the treadmill, Julie made a decision. Tomorrow, she would skip her workout and go into town, allowing herself to clear her mind with a stroll and maybe a coffee nearby. In truth, she wanted to experience smoking in public for the first time. The mere thought sent shivers of anticipation down her spine, and she could hardly contain her excitement as she hurried to the locker room.

Upon arriving in town on the following day, Julie settled into a seat on the terrace of a fancy coffeehouse. Surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the city, she felt both exhilarated and terrified. She ordered a strong espresso with a dash of cream and lit up her already fourth cigarette of the day, taking a deep drag and relishing in the rush of nicotine that flooded her system.

Julie looked around for possible reactions from people nearby. Some didn't mind her at all, some - mostly other women - averted their gazes in disapproval. But she also noticed some guys intently glancing in her direction as she exhaled a thick stream in the air. She felt a thrill at the attention, guessing that it was her smoking that was capturing the interest of strangers around her.

But even as she basked in the warm glow of appreciation from those around her, her thoughts couldn't help but return to Mark. She wondered what he would think if he saw her now, sitting here on this sunny terrace, indulging her desires without a care in the world. Would he be proud? Excited? Or perhaps... envious?

"Excuse me, but I couldn't help noticing you were sitting here all alone. Care for some company?" Asked a tall, light-haired man as he approached Julie's table. Her expressive eyes locked onto his, sizing him up quickly.

"Sure," a bit surprised at his direct approach, she responded with a coy smile, taking another long drag and blowing out a languid stream of smoke. "I hope you don't mind if I smoke?"

The man smirked and took a seat across from her. "Not at all. In fact, it suits you quite well. My name's Alex, by the way."

"Julie," she replied, her voice sultry and confident. Their banter flowed effortlessly, filled with playful teasing and lingering looks. She was surprised by how natural their conversation was and how she found herself responding with ease.

"I wanted to check out a fine Italian restaurant nearby. Would you like to accompany me for a dinner sometime?" Alex asked, reaching out to touch her hand. His fingertips grazed her skin, sending an unexpected shiver down her spine.

As much as she felt tempted by his advances, she knew she couldn't accept. Julie hesitated before responding, "I'm flattered, Alex, but I can't. I have... other plans."

"Ah, well, maybe another time then," he said, trying to hide his disappointment. With a nod and a final admiring glance, Alex left Julie to her own devices.

Julie couldn't help but feel a twinge of longing as she watched him saunter away. She couldn't deny the sudden burst of desire that had been sparked within her. She was well aware that he found her alluring, despite knowing she was a smoker. But it was strange because he didn't smoke himself. Was he one of those guys with that strange smoking fetish? Regardless, it made her feel seductive and desired, knowing that she could captivate someone simply by smoking in a more sensual manner.

Upon returning to her hotel room, Julie lit another cigarette and let herself sink into the plush bed. She took a long drag and exhaled slowly, while her fingers trailed down her curves, each touch sending shivers of excitement through her body. In her mind, it was not her own hands exploring, but Mark's strong and skilled ones. She could feel his intense gaze on her as she continued to pleasure herself, her movements growing more frenzied with desire.

Julie's breath hitched, her mind consumed by lustful fantasies of Mark. The taste of smoke on her lips only intensified her arousal, driving her towards a powerful climax. As waves of pleasure washed over her, she clung to the tantalizing thought of what might happen between them in the days to come.

The anticipation of Mark's arrival for the evening ahead stirred within Julie like a simmering cauldron, and the memory of her previous encounter in town only added fuel to the fire. She dressed carefully, choosing a form-fitting black dress that accentuated her curves and hugged her body just right, but did not appear inappropriate or too revealing.

When Mark finally arrived with the camera gear, the atmosphere between them was electric. They shared a relaxed evening, smoking and drinking wine while discussing the details of the photoshoot. Julie could feel her inhibitions melting away with each sip of the wine, her previous reservations gradually being washed away by **** flowing through her.

"Here's to a successful first half of this experiment," Mark toasted, raising his glass.

"Cheers," Julie replied, her gaze locked on his as they clinked glasses.

As they sipped their wine, Julie realized she had yet to send George her daily check-in message. Reluctantly, she took her phone from the table and typed out a brief update, her attention still fixated on Mark. With a quick press of the 'send' button, her obligation was fulfilled, allowing her to fully immerse herself in the enticing moment before her - she was about to pose as a model for the first time.

"Ready to get started?" Mark asked, his voice low and inviting.

Julie nodded, feeling a knot of tension forming in her stomach despite her eagerness. As they set up the space for the photoshoot, she found herself second-guessing her poses and growing a bit self-conscious.

"Relax, Julie. You're doing great," Mark reassured her, sensing her discomfort. "I know what could make you a bit more relaxed. Why don't you try lighting up? As I said, I want to see you as natural as you can get."

Julie hesitated for a moment, her thoughts racing. Can she really be seductive enough with a cigarette? She was still a novice at all this, after all. But she decided to give it a shot, taking a long drag of her cigarette as she struck a pose.

The instant the smoke filled her lungs, Julie felt a newfound sense of confidence surge through her. She exhaled slowly, the tender stream curling past her lips. Each drag intensified her sensuality, and she could see the admiration in Mark's eyes as he snapped photo after photo. The tension between them grew with each click of the camera shutter, leaving Julie breathless with excitement.

"Very good, Julie, see how relaxed you are now. Don't be afraid to express yourself, to show yourself freely," Mark encouraged her, his gaze never leaving her as he continued to capture her alluring transformation.

As the photoshoot progressed, Julie found herself growing bolder and more daring in her poses. The flickering candlelight cast a seductive glow across Julie's face, highlighting the contours of her cheekbones and the curve of her full lips as she exhaled another plume of smoke. Her body, clad in the black dress that clung to her figure like a second skin, radiated an aura of pure sex appeal. Mark couldn't take his eyes off of her.

"Julie, try leaning against the wall and letting your dress slip off your shoulder," Mark instructed, his voice thick with desire.

She followed his command, pressing her back against the cold surface, feeling the contrast of the cool wall against her warm skin. As she lowered the silk fabric, exposing her delicate collarbone, a thrill coursed through her. Julie had never felt so alive, so in control of her own sensuality.

"Fantastic, now tilt your head back and close your eyes while you take a drag," Mark suggested, his camera clicking away.

Julie complied, arching her neck and inhaling deeply. The taste of the smoke filled her mouth, only fueling her arousal further. As she exhaled, she opened her eyes and locked her gaze on Mark, her blue irises smoldering with intensity. She could sense his excitement, see the lustful glint in his eyes, and it only served to make her feel even more powerful.

"God, that was incredible," Mark breathed, momentarily lowering his camera to truly appreciate the sight before him.

"Thank you," Julie replied, her voice sultry and self-assured. "I'm really starting to enjoy this..."

Their eyes remained locked, the unspoken tension between them crackling like electricity. Julie took one final drag of her cigarette, then crushed it out in the nearby ashtray.

"Alright, I think we've got some amazing shots," Mark said out of sudden, tearing his gaze away from Julie and busying himself with the camera equipment. "Why don't you get dressed, and I'll start packing up."

Julie stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to calm her racing thoughts. It was finally over, yet she felt both weirdly nervous and disappointed. But why? She did a good job, it was her first time doing this after all, so where was her usual sense of accomplishment now? Was she expecting a different... outcome?

Hidden deep within her subconscious, a small but insistent part of her yearned for something more, something wild and thrilling to happen that night. She refused to let that voice surface and take over, using every bit of her inner strength to keep it suppressed. But even though she buried it deep down, it still lingered, gnawing at her core and slowly creeping into her thoughts. Finally, she reminded herself that she couldn't act on these desires; after all, she was a married woman with a family waiting for her back home. No matter how tempting the forbidden fruit may be, she couldn't betray the ones she loved.

Julie took a deep breath and willed herself to push away those thoughts. She needed to focus on getting dressed. Hastily, she changed into plain pajamas and threw on a bathrobe over top, determined to appear as uneventful as possible for the rest of the night.

As she emerged from the bathroom and made her way back to the main room where Mark was packing up his equipment, Julie noticed the change in atmosphere between them. The intense sexual tension from before had dissipated, replaced by a sense of professionalism and distance, much to her relief.

"Thank you again for doing this for me. I know it wasn't fitting from me to ask you but I hope you enjoyed yourself. I sure did," Mark said as he zipped up his camera bag. "And I think we got some really great shots."

"I'm glad I could help. It was first for me and I found it... interesting," Julie replied with a smile, trying to keep things light and cordial.

Mark nodded and picked up his bag, walking towards the door. But before he could leave, he turned back to Julie.

"I'm certain pictures will be great, but I was too late tonight and we missed the perfect time of natural light, the sunset. So, uhm... would it be alright if we did this again? Just a few more shots, sometime before the end of the experiment?" he asked hesitantly.

Julie felt a flutter of excitement in her stomach return at his request.

"Of course, I'd love to," she nodded her head quickly in response, almost too eagerly. It was as if she wanted to beat out the polite refusal that was already forming in her mind.

"Fantastic! You did it again, idiot!" Julie let out a frustrated sigh as Mark closed the door behind him.