She coughed like that for another 20 seconds, I think. From her face expression, I could see that she felt more and more uncomfortable. As it was over, she kept her hand over her mouth for I while while she continued to massage her chest. Suddenly, without any sign of "forewarning", she moved her hand further down and stretched out the dress so the upper part of her left breast was visible. The skin was a bit paler down there than the usually visible parts, I noticed. She massaged that upper part of her breast for a while, then she changed to let her right hand do the same on the right side, but I couldn't see much of it from my angle. The light was turned off and she was gone. Everything felt so empty, and I felt so alone. I stared at her dark window for hours, it thought. It was probably not more than a minute, of course.

Guess what I did the next evening after coming home? Well, since my window is directly in the focus of their smoker's room, I didn't feel like standing in the middle of my window staring neither at those smoking ladies, neither at her down there, so I sat down and studied. Well, sometimes by reading my book and, mostly to be honest, glancing at any woman who appeared in that smoker's room. Soon, SHE was there, together with the young blonde one. Since I knew the blonde, younger woman sometimes used to notice me, I was really careful and made sure not to look directly on them. They smoked and chatted, and after a while, just as I carefully looked up a bit, I saw my new favourite (which immediately had moved the youngest one down to number two on my list) start to cough. She coughed for a short while in her hand. I read another section of my book before looking up again, and when I then looked up, she was in the middle of a coughing fit. She coughed for about 15 seconds in her hand, and I had no idea when she had started. I assume the blonde commented her coughing, because she smiled and answered while making a gesture towards her chest. The blonde asked something and "my" girl nodded with a smile. Again, she started to hack and the blonde laughed, said something, got up and... massaged the coughing woman's chest with a hand for a few seconds before leaving the room. "My" favourite, who took longer time to finish her cigarette, probably due to a lot of coughing, finished it in a double drag and exhaled three times through her mouth before leaving the room. She turned off the lights.

A quarter of an hour later, the house was dark except for in one room, where the warmest light came from a certain window. My light was turned off, my desk was moved and I was sitting in the front stalls... She looked like she was writing, using her PC, because she was typing, typing and typing. Nothing especially happened, but I kept watching because she was so attractive in herself. After ten minutes, she coughed twice, right out and swallowed. Nothing special with it, really, but after another about ten seconds, she started to hack. This time she coughed for about seven seconds. Another break for about ten seconds, and a new hacking time. Suddenly, she turned her head to the right, away from the window, and tried to keep her mouth shut while coughing. I understood there was someone else coming into her room. She looked back at her computer screen, still coughing, when I saw the blonde again massaging her chest a little. The blonde made a troubled, but not really serious, expression in her face and massaged a little bit more intensively, and she also cupped her other hand over the coughing woman's mouth, smiling. The coughing woman threw her body forward a bit; I understood it was the end of her coughing fit. The blonde removed her hands and my favourite cougher smiled at her and pattered her on her back. I saw the blonde sitting down at the other one's desk; I could see her legs from her knees and downwards. I couldn't see what she was doing, but the other one laughed a little. The laughter probably caused a new urge for coughing, so she turned her head towards the window and cleared her throat twice by coughing deliberately.

She then laughed again, and something, big and red was handed over to her by the blonde girl. It was a balloon! She held it between her hands, carefully with her finger tips, and soon she rubbed it on to the skin of her chest. To my enormous surprise (well I hadn't really expected to see what I'd seen so far either), she stopped the rubbing, opened her low-cut dress a bit more and pointed at a place right between the very top parts of her breasts, and the blonde girl's hand was there. She massaged up and down, up and down. "My" girl then said something (all the time smiling happily) and the blonde girl started to massage with the balloon. Soon, she started to cough, and I understood she coughed fairly deeply this time, from the way her body almost like shaked. She coughed right out all the time; then she grabbed her pack of cigarettes and said something. I got the feeling she wanted to go up one floor to the smoker's room but the blonde wanted to wait a moment. The blonde's hands were there again, and I saw her massage the other one between the breast tops again, this time with a cigarette that she let slide up and down. Finally, she put her hand down under the dress and I understood she was caressing her breasts with the cigarette. She then got her cigarette sucked on by the one in the black dress before she, I assumed, put it between her own lips - I couldn't really see the blonde girl, as I mentioned, only her legs and her hands when she was doing something with the other one.
After a while, they appeared in the smoker's room. Since I knew they were going there, I had moved away from my window, and I had sat down on my knees on the floor just so I could see what was going on over there, but with the risk that they would notice me minimized. The dark blonde came in there first and switched on the lights. She was coughing right out already when she came and I saw her cough deeper and deeper. She tried to lit her cigarette, but she couldn't stop coughing. She handed it over to the blonde, who lit it for her. Finally, she coughed so she almost whooped, it looked like. The blonde smiled at her and made a gesture with a hand over her mouth, like if she was commenting on that she had been coughing right out. The other one mouth exhaled, put the cigarette in the tray and started talking. I assumed she was telling the other one how she used to use her hands; while talking, she first cupped a hand over her mouth, then cupped both hands up over her long, long, curved nose and let the hands slide down along it before taking her cigarette again. The blonde asked something and the other one nodded and made a gesture towards her chest. While speaking, she then pattered herself high up on her chest, then pointed with all the fingers of her right hand a bit below. They then smoked for a while without talking much. Suddenly, the dark blonde, the one with the cough, smiled up and picked up a balloon from her pocket. She took a fantastic triple drag on her cigarette before starting to fill the balloon with air and cigarette smoke. When she was out of smoke, she filled the balloon with air only and held it between two fingers so that no air would escape. She again rubbed it on to her chest for a while, and the other one looked like she was begging her to hand it over. After a while she did, and the blonde let the air and smoke from the balloon slowly flow into her mouth for a while. She then put it over her left nostril and inhaled that way until the balloon was empty. The dark blonde had started to laugh, which after a while turned into a coughing fit. They got up and my favourite left the room as she had entered it; coughing. Soon, they had left the building.

I came home earlier than usual the day after, and happened to pass the entrance to that office building, when SHE got out of a car. I had never been close to her before! She was locking her car when a man came from the entrance and said "hello" to her. "Hello", she answered with a smile. Her voice was light but noticeably "smoky". She was about to get inside, when she dropped her car keys. There was a kind of metal grid on the ground just outside the door, and she had managed to get those keys under it. She tried to get the grid up and I quickly went to her assistance, of course.
- Oh, thank you, she said and smiled. I could feel that she smelled cigarette smoke, and... she started to cough while I was lifting up the grid. She coughed without interruption while picking up the key and just as I put the grid back, I heard her cough some mucus up and swallow.
- Any problem, Samantha?
The blonde was on her way too, and I was sure that she recognised me. She was really beautiful and her eyes were dark blue.
- No, no, this gentleman just helped me finding my car keys under that grid, she laughed and they went in together. The blonde gave me a certain, long glance first, and I wasn't sure how to interpret it. I thought I felt some suspicion in it, but I didn't know for sure.

The early evening went on as usual; lots of smoking ladies over there, they were fantastic to watch while trying to read. At one time, the young blonde and a couple of other women that I by now recognised were there, but not my favourite. I had seen her only five minutes later, she had been smoking, but no coughing as far as I had seen. Suddenly, she appeared again in the smoker's room. She said something and laughed, made a gesture of hopelessness or something, she looked almost a bit upset, I thought. The others laughed, so it couldn't be anything really serious, I guessed. She put a cigarette between her lips and lit it. A few of the other women left, but the blonde stayed. From her face expression, I think the blonde said something like, "oh, well, I can have another one together with you" and lit herself a second cigarette. My tall beauty with that long, dark blonde hair talked and gesticulated intensively and the blonde sometimes laughed a little. After a while, the talking turned into a coughing fit and I saw her try to talk instead of coughing but she soon had to surrender. She coughed three times, probably deeper and deeper right out towards the wall. They both went on smoking without talking after her coughing fit, and the blonde looked out through the window, right at me. I tried to look like I was reading; I had the elbow on my desk with my hand on my forehead and tried to glance between two fingers. If they noticed what I was doing, I must have looked ridiculous. Suddenly, I saw them both looking at me, and the taller one got up from her chair.