Just looking at the raw numbers from my 2017 fairgrounds sightings haul, it would seem as though I had a very disappointing year. After all, the 652 sightings I scored during this year’s fair season represents a 13% decline from what I got in 2016. But I’m happy to report that I got some major bang for my buck in 2017, with a few really great days of sightings to balance out a few really bad days that drug the overall numbers down. The numbers may have been better in 2016, but this year’s haul was more comprehensive with better storylines and more multiple-cigarette encounters. In fact, there are a couple of sightings in 2017 that would have easily gotten into the top-20 in 2016 that missed the top-25 in 2017. Even the decline in overall sightings is a bit deceptive since my disastrous gamble on the Indiana State Fair compared to last year’s same-day results from the Missouri State Fair represented most of the overall decline. Anyway, here’s my 2017 favorite list, so sit back and enjoy some great teen sightings, mother-daughter sightings, and multiple-cigarette encounters, among others. The 2017 fair season was much better than I’d have ever expected it to be…
#25. Indiana State Fair, Sighting #13
At one level, my first and last visit to the Indiana State Fair in mid-August 2017 was an unmitigated disaster, yielding only as many sightings during an all-day state fair event as a good evening at my local county fair would with a fraction of the attendance. On the other hand, I hit well above my weight with the three dozen or so sightings I did score and pulled off a few worthy of this year’s greatest hits list. One sighting that managed to represent the best and the worst of the environment came in the mid-afternoon and even though I didn’t realize it at the time, represented a tea leaf where I should have figured out what the problem was regarding the sightings slim pickings….
I saw from afar this adorable 22ish light brunette in a red tanktop and denim cutoffs standing at the policemen’s booth next to her boyfriend clutching a pack of Camel Light Menthols. Hers was the most wholesome face of the day and she was just walking away from the police booth as I approached, following her as she seemed to be searching for someplace specific, continuing to clutch that white and green pack in her hand. She and the boyfriend hid in the corner behind this tree…where she and only she lit up. It’s so spectacular to see a girl of this pedigree being the only smoking member of a relationship, with her boyfriend standing by while she filled her body with toxic carcinogens. As remote of a spot as they were standing, I was still able to sit down against this tree and snap some awesome pics…easily my best pics of the day. Looking at the photos again now as I write this, it’s still incredible that this girl is a smoker as she has this classically wholesome Midwestern summer girl profile. She sucked the cigarette down rather quickly with no real stylistic bells and whistles other than the general surprise that a girl this wholesome-looking was smoking in front of a nonsmoking boyfriend, snuffing the cigarette out and tossing it in a dumpster a few yards away.
Unfortunately, the context this sighting took on a little later in the day would take some of its power away for me, as I recognized hours later that she approached the police officers with cigarette pack in hand requesting directions to a designated smoking area…and I didn’t even realize there were designated smoking areas on the grounds until hours later. She took directions wrong as the place where she lit up wasn’t one…and the designated smoking areas that did exist were almost all hidden in obscure locations. Still, the fact that she followed through on the wholesome vibe I picked up on by asking police officers directions to the smoking area and then accidentally going to the wrong spot was kind of sweet, particularly when taking account the additional optics of the sightings that gave me no choice but to put this girl on the 2017 top sightings list.
#24. Iowa State Fair Day 1, Sighting #48
I had a really great day on my first day at this year’s Iowa State Fair and it was the late afternoon hours when I really began to hit my stride, a burst of momentum that started at the edge of the midway with a stunner sighting. Striking an amazing pose leaning against the railing outside of the beer gardens fence all by herself, texting away on her phone and smoking a cigarette with nobody else around, was one of the more innocent-looking faces of the day, a curly-haired dark blond who could have passed for 17 but I figured she was at least 21 since she was hanging around this beer gardens. Making the scene even sweeter was that her clothes perfectly fit the wholesome presentation, with her white tanktop flowing into a pair of medium-blue jeans with holes in the knees. Hard to overstate just how girl-next-door she came across, corrupted only by the cork filter cigarette she was repeatedly dragging from. I got one semifrontal pic but given her isolation I had to stand to the side to get subsequent pics. None of them does full justice to her beauty, but I got a couple pics of her in mid-drag that nails her fantastic presentation.
I got to watch almost her entire cigarette, and while there was nothing distinctive about her style, seeing cigarette smoke casually flow from the mouth and nose from this sweet face as she texted made for one of my best images of the day. After about five minutes, she finished the cigarette and tossed it to the pavement, absolutely obliterating it with her shoe before heading back into the beer gardens. The sighting got some yummy additional context as she took a seat right behind the railing where she’d been standing in the company of her family, the only smoker in her group reeking of fresh tobacco and conversing with them, all with her pack of Marlboro Light Special Blends sitting in front of her on the table. I’d sure have loved to have seen more from this girl that day with some additional context for the family setting where she’s the only smoker, but that’s all I would get.
#23. Minnesota State Fair Day 2, Sighting #61
I had an impressive second day visit to the Minnesota State Fair over Labor Day weekend and one of the sightings that made the day so special occurred in the designated smoking area just south of the bathroom area. A group of five young cuties who looked about 21 (and must have been because they had beers) were lurking on the edge of the smoking area and huddling together while a stranger took a photo of them together upon request. As their huddle broke apart, I realized they were lurking near this smoking area for a reason as one of the girls had a see-through backpack with a pack of Marlboro Reds in it. She was the only brunette amidst a group of blonds, and interestingly she spent the next several minutes vaping as she also had a vaporizer. As for the other girls, another pack of Marlboro Reds popped up from out of nowhere and two of them helped themselves. One was the chubbiest girl of the bunch, a decently attractive blond who was the first to light up but she quickly became elevator music when another of the blonds extracted a cigarette from the pack. This blond had her share of junk in the trunk and some modestly thick thighs, but not disqualifyingly so, particularly since her face was so pretty and wholesome. I’d rate her as the prettiest girl in the group of the five, and the orange top she wore with dark jean shorts that contrasted nicely with her tan legs helped her stand out amongst them in addition to the pretty face.
And I’m almost glad none of the other three more conventionally shapely blond hotties smoked because it allowed me to focus on this girl’s smoking show, which was amazing, and noticeably amazing the second the flame hit the end of her cigarette and she took a huge inhale off the light-up quickly filling up the airspace in front of her with eruptions of cancerous fumes exiting her facial orifices with the power of an erupting volcano while she was still dangling. I knew I was in for something special here and went crazy with the camera, attempting many photos and scoring with about three or four of them, capturing her in mid-drag where it’s obvious how intensely she’s dragging, a great holding pic where she’s taking a pic of two of the friends in the group, and my favorite, one where she’s belching out one of her monstrous exhales…in mid-drag! Those drags were some of the most intense of the day, to the point where I began sympathizing with the cigarette. What did that poor, defenseless cigarette ever do to her that she felt the need to mutilate it with such graphic violence? It made for a short show as she wiped the thing out in about 10 drags, each well-paced and each super intense. She’ll probably struggle to keep the weight down as she gets older but at least in her early 20s this girl was capable of the most glamorous and visually rewarding individual smoking show I’d get that day, at least during the daytime hours.
#22. Local County Fair, Tuesday Night
The opening night to this year’s local county fair was poised to be perhaps the biggest night, as up-and-coming bro-country singer Kane Brown was performing in the grandstand to a show with sold-out reserved seating and who seemed likely to draw a favorable demographic. Unfortunately, the summery afternoon conditions quickly morphed into dark clouds that began hovering over the fairgrounds around 6:30 but wouldn’t cut loose until around 7:15, forcing most people to take cover. I’m too impatient for that in all but the heaviest downpours though, and it’s a good thing I didn’t mind getting a little wet as it came with a big reward….
I was walking northward on the grounds with a continued light rain coming down when I saw at the back of a mixed-gender friends cluster this blond bombshell with long blond hair flowing down to her waist, decked out in a maroon top and dark cutoffs, walking unashamedly with cigarette in hand, the only smoker of her group of five. Hers was the instantly familiar face who I’ve seen smoking in two previous county fairs (2014 and 2016), and now she’s formally graced me with her smoking presence for a third year of the last four. I figured this girl was 18 when I first saw her smoking in 2014, and I was lucky enough to get a photo of this stunning blond bombshell that year. Last year, she was smoking with a middle-aged woman I presumed to be her mother and was my #16 fairground sighting of 2016. In both instances, she made absolutely no concessions about smoking publicly and that dynamic was certainly continuing here tonight as she walked with her friends directly into the busiest block on the fairgrounds with cigarette in hand, dragging regularly and clearly not giving a second thought to anyone who didn’t like her smoking, friend or stranger alike. I was following her at this point, and noticed that her cigarette was slightly wet from the continued rain. She was gonna get her nicotine fix no matter if was wet or dry though, continually dragging and producing some pretty nice exhales.
The group cut in between two vendor trucks, apparently en route to the bathroom. As drop-dead gorgeous as this girl was, her outfit was sexy but utilitarian, and she didn’t seem to have an air of conceit about her at all, enjoying her cigarette publicly in a way increasingly few have been doing at recent fairs. I was hoping to ID her butt but as she and her group approached the entrance to the bathroom I could see her pinching the cherry on the cigarette to crush it out. I waited outside the bathroom just in case she came out and light up again, but she didn’t. But I had a feeling I’d see more of this girl and I would…
In fact, the context of when I’d see her again would carbon date her as about 10 minutes after that first encounter I watched her and the rest of her group enter the beer gardens. As I said, back in 2014 when I first saw her, I figured she was 18. She wasn’t going into the beer gardens when I saw her last summer but now on the very first night of the 2017 county fair, here she was taking the opportunity to go inside the beer gardens. It seemed pretty obvious that she was 21. And the good news was that if she stayed in the beer gardens, she would be on the other side of the chain-link fence from the designated smoking area outside the grandstand, so I just might be able to keep taps on her the entire show. And while the show was gonna start late because of residual lightning well after 8:00, when I made my way into the soggy grandstand, there she was right outside the fence holding a beer and chatting with friends. Oh this could be golden! Unfortunately, she and the friends wandered to a distant tent on the east side of the beer gardens furthest from my vantage point…and moments later wandered to the northwest side out of my view. But as they wandered, blondie had a freshly lit cigarette in hand. I was able to watch her take one lovely drag with a tight cone-shaped follow-up exhale straight in front of her face as she progressed. This girl was definitely ready to rock the beer garden’s world, but why oh why couldn’t she be standing closer to me?!??!! Eventually she would, but it would take at least another half hour before she made her way back to the south side.
Just before Kane Brown took the stage, a familiar face I prayed I’d see more of emerged on the south side fence inside the beer gardens, not in an ideal location but at least in my line of vision. It was my return offender in the maroon tanktop and jean cutoffs with her friends, the prettiest girl at the fair. I kept tabs on her and it didn’t take long for her to deliver, inserting a cigarette between her lips and firing up within about five minutes of arrival. She was too far away to fully appreciate, but I was able to witness all of her drags and some of those nice exhales I got a sample of earlier. Again, amazingly, she was the only smoker in her group of five, which added to the storyline some but was a bit disappointing as the two other girls would also have looked great smoking. The rest of them must have long ago accepted that befriending this girl meant a steady diet of secondhand smoke in their presence in just about any setting.
She polished off that cigarette in a few minutes and from there I figured the sky would be the limit for additional sightings. Strangely, not the case. She was pretty restless, heading back and forth to the building and to the port-a-potties over the course of the concert, but always came back to that bench with her friends in my line of vision….only she never lit up again for the next hour. She was holding cell phone in hand, presumably recording the concert, and holding her beer in the other, leaving no free hands for cigarettes. It was a little disappointed that I didn’t get the chainsmoking extravaganza I expected I would from her but having seen her smoke three cigarettes in a couple of hours, I couldn’t complain too loudly. After the concert, I saw her on the grounds walking through the food vendors with her friends, still without a cigarette but looking amazingly hot and already taking on the telltale “smoker girl” features that most of us seasoned fetishers can often recognize. In all honesty, she looked very much like a smoker already when she was 18 but really does at 21. I’d hoped to see more of her on subsequent nights of the fair but that would be the only evening she’d show up.
#21. Local County Fair, Thursday and Friday Nights
Thursday night at my local county fair was the coldest and most miserable night I’d ever spent at any fairgrounds, 54 degrees at 7 p.m. with 20 mph winds. Theoretically making things even worse, the grandstand concert that night would be delayed because 90s country group Diamond Rio who was scheduled to perform had an hourslong bus breakdown in Iowa. In the end, Diamond Rio’s bus broke down for a reason as it kept me out and about on the fairgrounds after 8:30 in time to see something great in the midway…
I was at the back of the midway overlooking the thrill rides when I spotted a cluster of four teen girls lurking behind the rides. I scanned them closely and didn’t see a cigarette on first inspection, but stuck around a few seconds as I watched them become mobile and filter back into the main part of the midway. At this point, I noticed a cigarette between the fingers of this 17ish blond a split second before she took a drag. The group was walking past the line for the Zipper when blondie exhaled a snootful of smoke that nailed some poor kid in the back of the line. It didn’t make sense that they were hiding behind the rides smoking but now this girl was re-entering the midway with cigarette in hand, no longer feeling the need to hide it. I certainly wasn’t complaining though! The blond continued walking my direction with a partially smoked cigarette in her hand and with each step closer it was clear that she and her group were still high school girls and that her cigarette was almost certainly an illegally smoked one. It was a bit of a bummer though as I could tell she had an insanely sexy body, but she was frumped out in a red sweatshirt with pretty boring jeans on the bottom. There was nothing wrong with the outfit but as she walked within a few feet of me it struck me that she could have really knocked ’em dead had I seen her either of the previous warmer nights when she’d likely have been in a tanktop and shorts. She did her best to make up for it though as she came to a stop a few yards past me and beckoned her friend over. The 17ish brunette friend who intrigued me at least as much as the blond pulled out a lighter from her purse and cupped her hands around the blond’s cigarette to re-light it. I was surprised her cigarette had gone out since I had just seen her take a drag 30 seconds earlier. It was also intriguing that the brunette possessed a lighter. I hadn’t seen her smoking but was excited knowing she likely did since the blond needed her for a light…
Anyway, the blond was the only one of the four currently smoking, so I followed to watch her show. She took a pretty steady diet of drags right in the heart of the midway, her long golden hair still managing to glisten a little even without any sunlight to illuminate it. Her body type in those jeans was very much giving away that she was a teenage girl and it was a nice treat to watch her publicly smoking. One of the friends stopped at a ticket booth and picked up more rides tickets for the midway, at which point they turned around and headed back towards the Zipper. I got to see three more drags as she finished off the cigarette and stepped in front of a series of occupied benches and tossed it to the ground right in front of a group of people, crushing it out in the mud and heading towards the line with her friends. I walked up to her discarded butt and immediately IDed it as a Newport. Much as I hoped I’d see this group again after the concert, I never would. I was hoping that in the next couple of nights I could get an encore, ideally including the brunette friend who lit her up, and you know…..
The following night after 11:00 I was trying to get one final walk through the midway before they started to turn the lights out but I only managed to get halfway through. My options were gonna be very limited moving forward that night, confined to the main two blocks of the grounds and setting myself up to where I’d have to leave in the next 15 minutes. Luckily, those last 15 minutes produced some nice follow-ups to previous sightings and would-be sightings. I saw a burst of smoke emerging from a huddle of teens and quickly identified a familiar face. Remember on Thursday night when I saw that hot teen blond walking around with a cigarette that went out and a brunette friend had to relight it for her? Well the second I laid eyes on the brunette who I wished I’d seen smoking the prior night, she was in the midst of an exhale. Unfortunately that’s all I’d get from her because she was in the middle of a tight huddle and my vantage point was terrible to nonexistent.
However, also in the huddle was the same blond from the night before, and she was holding an unlit cork filter in her hand. The blond was taller and at the edge of the huddle so when I took my bench my prospects were better at getting to see another show from her. Tonight, the golden-haired blond was wearing a red flower-print top and leggings. I’d still have preferred to see this girl rocking a pair of white shorts or jean shorts but her presentation was still nicer than the night before. Unfortunately, it took forever for her to manage to find a light for her cigarette. A good five minutes passed before some guy lit her up. She came through when it was lit though, producing some beautifully cloudy exhales, much more voluminous than what I saw on the midway the previous night, presumably because of Thursday night’s wind. I’d catch a handful of drags and they were all cloudy. Seeing them come from this pretty teenage face was an outstanding supplement to a girl who had already secured a place on my year-end countdown from her show the previous night.
#20. Iowa State Fair Day 1, Sighting #73
The hits were coming at a fast pace in the early evening hours of my full Saturday at the Iowa State Fair, and around 7:30, that momentum would carry me to my next great find. At the edge of the midway and the beer gardens, I came across this odd dynamic of two middle-aged, blue collar guys standing smoking cigarettes with a cute 21ish blond. She was undoubtedly the daughter of one of these guys, or else a girlfriend young enough to be their daughter, but if she was a daughter the apple fell far from the tree as she was a very wholesome-looking sweetheart. Looking at this trio hovering near the water fountains smoking their cigarettes, it sure wasn’t hard to discern which was the odd person out. Her long blond hair flowed all the way down her back and onto her waist, with a white blouse that left several inches of exposed midriff and tight-fitting pale blue jeans underneath. The tightness of her jeans made it all the more obvious to observe that pack of Marlboro Smooths stuffed into the back pocket of her jeans, ready for business for a night of partying with the old guys. And sure enough, a few drags into their cigarettes, they couldn’t wait any longer and one of the older guys announced, “Let’s go drink some beer!” and they wandered in the direction of the beer gardens across the street….
The blond still had cigarette in hand, intermittently dragging from it as she maneuvered through the dense crowd lingering near the beer gardens entrance and exhaling her smoke clouds with reckless abandon. I got a flurry of pics of her, but none were perfect as it was approaching sunset which adds to the blur factor and smudged the image of her pretty face more than once. I got a couple nice ones though and even though she was partially cut off in it, I got one pic of her in mid-drag. It was a great sighting through and through with the odd demographic dynamic, the hot smoker girl and her thin exhales, and the sexy outfit complete with cigarette pack squeezed into her ass pocket. Whatever direction you happened to be looking at this girl from, there was something to get excited about! She finished the cigarette and dropped it to the pavement seconds before going inside. She had smoked the cigarette almost to the filter and there was barely enough evidence on the butt to discern that it was a Marlboro Smooth. This night continued to deliver!
#19. Minnesota State Fair Day 1, Sighting #124
I’d had an exhilarating afternoon on Day 1 at this year’s Minnesota State Fair, and the thrill ride would carry on into the early evening as I continued to hover close to the grandstand to see the final throes of nicotine-addicted concertgoers getting their final fix before the Toby Keith concert that was starting before long. As I ventured east of the grandstand, I could see from afar a cigarette in the right hand of this attractive mid-20s dark brunette in leggings and black boots that went almost all the way up to her knee. I was smitten the second I laid eyes on her and saw she had a cigarette, but she was in the company of another couple and was hugging the guy when I walked upon her so I didn’t get a full immediate view. When she pulled away from the hug, the sighting took on an entirely new dimension when it was clear this girl was about 8 3/4 months pregnant! And I’m not exaggerating either. It would surprise nobody if this girl’s belly burst right in the middle of Toby Keith singing “Who’s Your Daddy”….yet here she was publicly and unashamedly smoking a cigarette.
A bench was open only a few feet in front of this insanity and I took it, eager for a full show from the most jaw-dropping pregnant smoker sighting I can ever recall getting. The intensity of her drags made it clear she was delivering nicotine for two as on three different occasions she put the cigarette in her mouth and carried out a dangling drag that lasted a good 10 seconds…..for everyone looking her direction to see….with her huge belly sticking out in a way that nobody could possibly miss. It was astonishing to witness, both the chutzpah of her performance and the fact that nobody else seemed to be noticing. I sat through the whole show and while I got a pic of her in mid-dangle, it’s blurry. I made a special point of framing a more solid pic, however, and did pretty well capturing her holding on the second half of the cigarette, giving me photographic evidence of the wildest pregnant smoker sighting I ever recall getting. She was accelerating her pace towards the end of the cigarette and wrapped it up while heading towards the grandstand gate. Could there possibly be a more appropriate place for a final trimester pregnant smoker hottie to go than a Toby Keith concert?!?! She walked briefly with the cigarette before crushing it out and tossing it into the trash can. Whoa! This may well have been the most unlikely sighting of the day and one of the most unlikely of the whole fair season. I never figured I’d be this grateful to Toby Keith!
#18. Iowa State Fair Day 1, Sightings #59 and #60
Right around the epicenter of my late afternoon and early evening “sightings surge” on Day 1 of the Iowa State Fair, I scored a double-bang shot playing out simultaneously between two groups in the general vicinity of this semicircle of benches behind the grandstand. Capturing my attention first was this slightly chubby but adorable blond who looked about 19 or 20 and had two long braids flowing over her shoulders onto her white “Grandstand Staff” T-shirt and jean shorts on the bottom. She was sitting on this big rock with her bare legs crossed, smoking a cigarette while a friend waited and a middle-aged couple who I would quickly figure out were her parents sat across from her on a bench. The oddest but most delicious context of the sighting was that, like me, her mom was pointing a camera phone at her and seemed to be requesting that she pose holding her cigarette by her face. WTF! “Mom!”, she said in an understandably embarrassed tone. I’d love to have been able to overhear even more context from this but wouldn’t, instead just enjoying watching her smoke, taking a couple of pics of her and catching her just before her cigarette went into her mouth in one of them. After finishing the cigarette, she pulled her T-shirt off and revealed a skimpier tanktop underneath, which implied to me that her shift working for the grandstand had ended. Unfortunately, the removal of the T-shirt revealed a couple less-than-flattering tattoos on her arm, but it was still a nice show. However……
…..to my left an even better show was going on. The girl in question was an absolutely gorgeous dark brunette in a skimpy pale pink tanktop and equally perfect jean shorts, her smooth legs exposed from the upper thigh on down. Seeing this girl in isolation I’d have figured she was about 16 as she just exuded innocence and wholesomeness…and didn’t look AT ALL like a smoker. But she was in the company of a couple of older guys who looked about 21, so I figured she was likely closer to their age. It’s crazy how more and more women in their 20s still have the look of teenagers. I saw several instances of it yesterday, with this girl being the pinnacle of it. She was smoking to my left at the same time as the previous girl was smoking to my right, so it was a constant carcinogenic cloud show in both directions. The second girl put on the better show though, mostly just because of her soft look but her timely drags and dense, cloudy exhales didn’t hurt either. I had a hard time nailing a “perfect” photo but got what I figured were a few good ones. One of the guys in her group finished his cigarette first and the girl made a special point of insisting he toss the butt in the garbage can, so I figured that probably meant I’d be denied a butt ID when she finished hers. The three of them walked off, the cigarette still on the final couple drags, and I thankfully followed to get a couple ass shots before she squeezed the cigarette out between her fingers and tossed it in the next garbage can. I say “thankfully” because when I looked later, I discovered all of my frontal photos of her were dark, just like most of the pics of one of my best girls was last year. Apparently the culprit is taking pics to the west at whatever the sun angle is at the 6 p.m. hour in August. It was highly unfortunate because, once again, pics were disgustingly dark of one of my hottest girls of the fair and it’s hard to make her out, let alone her cigarette. She was still one of my top-five sightings of the day though and combined with the blond fair worker the other direction, I was pleased with the show. On top of all that, there were two hot 19ish girls in between them who were vaping. Vaping does nothing for me, but that was still a lot of girls in a very narrow area doing naughty stuff.
#17. Local County Fair, Tuesday Night
A few entries ago, I cited the Kane Brown concert on the opening night of my local county fair and how I expected it to deliver the preferred demographic for a night with a lot of sightings. And even though the concert started late because of a storm, Mr. Brown did deliver that demographic I hoped he would!
About an hour earlier in the evening, I caught a mother-teen daughter duo that I got an immediate smoker vibe from. Mom was probably early 40s and an average-looking blond with a cowgirl hat, but the daughter was petite and a firecracker, with shoulder-length blond hair, a black bare-midriff tanktop and jean shorts. Like my blond bombshell from earlier (the #22 girl), she had the telling features of a smoker despite a presentation that made her look 15 from a distance. She had an unfortunate but small tattoo on her shoulder that led me to believe she was probably 18 or 19. I took a mental note of this girl when I saw her walking around outside the concert earlier in the evening, so when I saw mom, daughter, and two other 18-21 girls hovering outside the smoking area as the concert was dismissing, I was ready for them! I suppose the best-case scenario would have been the other two young female friends smoking as well, but they didn’t….it was only mom and daughter. A bench was open giving me a front-row seat to one hell of a sighting.
All of my attention was trained on that barely-legal daughter and I wanted so much to take a pic but the departing crowd was dense enough that my prospects for a good one, especially at night, were not good. Anyway, the daughter was a slow smoker with frustrating pacing on her drags, but when she did take a drag, sweet Jesus did she ever drag. The all-white cigarette approached her lips and spent all summer there, my eyes and mind getting lost in watching her respiratory system turn that cherry bright red. Her first drag that I witnessed lasted at least seven seconds, and the exhale didn’t really seem to do justice to expelling the full contents of what her black lungs consumed, suggesting much of the smoke was staying inside of her. Not every drag she took was THAT intense, but a couple more were, lasting at least seven seconds and completely putting to shame the mediocre smoking performance of her mother….
The group of four then became mobile and mom wanted to buy a bottle of water from a nearby stand before departing for the evening, and I just had to follow as that cute little stinky daughter was still smoking her cigarette. Adorably, she waited until she was in the middle of the biggest bottleneck on the busiest block of the grounds before placing that two-thirds-smoked cigarette in her mouth and taking a drag every bit as intense as the first I saw from her, lasting a good seven seconds, right in the middle of a huddle of humanity. Her reckless exhale made no effort to spare any of the dozens of innocent people in close proximity to her exhaled filth. Mom was done with her cigarette by now so the daughter was the only one smoking, and it was no easy task keeping pace with her in this heavy crowd, but I managed to and didn’t miss any of her last three drags which were all intense and all taken in the presence of multiple bystanders, undoubtedly some of whom were taken aback by this girl’s petiteness and cuteness and believing as I did on first look that she was probably a mid-teen. As we hit a bit of a clearing towards the end, I got to admire her ass in those jean shorts in between drags one last time before she took a final drag and dropped the all-white to the pavement and crushed it out while walking away with her group. I approached and discovered the butt was a Camel Light Menthol.
#16. Iowa State Fair Day 1, Sighting #16
The first sighting of the day on my successful Day 1 of the Iowa State Fair that was poised for end-of-year recognition came at around 2 p.m. I approached the seating area behind the Depot bar and grill and spotted this attractive young brunette mommy attending to a stroller next to a bench, and happened to lay eyes on her at the second she handed a freshly lit cigarette to a middle-aged lady I presume was her mother while she attended to the little one in the stroller for a minute or so. Checking out the body of this cute little thing, she definitely had that “still-sexy young mommy” vibe about her, dark brown hair pulled back in a ponytail with a flesh-revealing gray tanktop and short tannish jean shorts with some smooth stems flowing out. I’d guess she was about 23 and even the small tattoo on her shoulder wasn’t enough to make me lose interest. And just my luck there was an open bench very closeby where I could sit and watch. Seconds after I took my seat and prepared my camera, the girl would step away from the stroller and reclaim her cigarette from mom. At the time I thought she was the only smoker in the family (there were two or three other younger people with them) but I would later see mom and dad both smoking as well. She interacted in conversation with the whole group, but mostly with a younger girl across the table from her which was very convenient because it brought the girl and her cigarette closer to me, where I nailed a couple of pics, one of her standing and in mid-drag on her all-white that I was close enough to see was a Marlboro Light Special Blend. She was a solid smoker too with nicely paced drags and good-sized exhales. You could tell she was a regular at this whole smoking thing. In minutes, she’d finish the cigarette off and drop it to her feet, but unfortunately the family wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. With that in mind, I returned to the same spot about 15 minutes later….and the cute brunette was smoking again! I stopped and sat at another nearby bench and checked out that show too….
This gal was already poised to be one of my top sightings of the day, but her body of work in the ensuing hours before dark would solidify her stature as I would see her smoking twice more before 6 p.m. Once, she and her parents were seated on the east side of this building that is across the street from the karaoke bar and a common destination for nicotine-starved fairgoers seeking their carcinogenic relief. The next time was at the bathroom on the northeast side of the grounds where she was standing with the family conversing casually as she was the previous times, cigarette in hand for the fourth time I had witnessed that day. Her back was to me so I wasn’t in as good of a position to observe as before, but I still got a nice rear shot where the cigarette is perched visibly in her right hand next to her ass as she chatted with the family. This girl had IT factor to spare in the first place, but seeing her smoke four times over about a five-hour stretch is enough to grant her pretty high honors for the day. It made me wonder how many more cigarettes she smoked yesterday that I didn’t catch….and how heavily addicted her young child must be having her as a mommy!
#15. Local County Fair, Thursday Night
Heading into Thursday night at my local county fair, I figured it would be the worst night of sightings ever due to the aforementioned cold weather and high winds making the grounds absolutely miserable for an early August night. But it didn’t play out that way as I had already scored a handful of memorable moments even before the 11 p.m. hour when I really hit one out of the park….
I’ve mentioned in previous years that there’s a cluster of kids who line dance in front of the 4-H food stand to some piped-in music and there’s frequently a crowd of onlookers as the dancers bop around. It’s usually wholesome 4-H kids so it’s pretty rare that I’ve gotten a sighting over the years, but as I approached that night, I immediately laid eyes on this pretty 18ish long-haired blond in a black sweatshirt and tight jeans with an unlit cigarette between her fingers standing amongst three guys who were also in the 18 range. I was able to score a bench at the 4-H booth and not only blend in nicely to a crowd of young people, but also got a front-row seat as the girl was chatting up the guys, none of whom were smoking, while repeatedly flicking her lighter to try to spark the cigarette, the wind not cooperating with her desperate desire for nicotine….
After about 30 seconds of failed attempts, she had reached her wit’s end and moved closer to the 4-H building to vaguely shield herself from the wind, loudly and exasperatedly muttering, “I can’t even light my cigarette!!” She then proceeded to bend her head down over a wooden railing in front of the 4-H booth seating and made eye contact with this adorable 15-ish blond girl sitting next to me at the moment she successfully flicked her lighter and brought her cigarette to life. I was hoping she’d inadvertently blast the girl with smoke from her light-up but pulled away before the other girl got splattered. From there, she went back to the guys in her group, who had their backs to me and were occasionally obstructing my view since the blond was moving around in front of them, but I mostly got to watch her smoke, and it was a real treat to have such a close-up view since I had been positioned far less optimally for so many other of this year’s local fair sightings. Blondie continued to be a ball of energy, pacing back and forth in front of the three guys while intermittently dragging from her cigarette and tilting her head skyward to deliver her exhales….
Much as I’d have loved if she was the only smoker amongst all those guys, one of the three guys did light one up over the course of her cigarette, and they briefly bantered about smoking, and I didn’t get the full context of the conversation but I did hear her say that “I go to Iowa to get my cigarettes”. Iowa’s cigarettes aren’t necessarily cheap but they’re still a couple dollars a pack cheaper than outrageously-priced Minnesota, and it’s only about a 15-minute drive to Iowa from this town hosting the fair. I was struck that she must be a pretty committed and regular smoker for her young age if she’s already making runs to Iowa to pay less in taxes for her smokes! And it was just wonderful matching this sweet late teen face with the knowledge that she crosses state lines to buy the cigarettes her young body is addicted to. Her drags were a little slow since she was doing so much jabbering, but given the beautiful vantage point I had, I was in no hurry so just enjoyed the show, at one point beckoning one of the nonsmoking guys to dance with her while she was still wielding a cigarette when a new song started playing. The whole sighting played out over a good 7-8 minutes before she dropped the cigarette to the pavement and crushed it out. The quirky storyline for this bubbly girl helped make an already great sighting that much more enriching.
#14. Minnesota State Fair Day 1, Sighting #17
Noon had come and gone on my first day at this year’s Minnesota State Fair with nothing too memorable to be found yet, but my luck was about to change shortly after noon. I’d get my first great sighting of the day in the designated smoking area east of the grandstand, which has been the most productive of the designated smoking areas over the years. Productive as it can be, more often than not I walk by and it’s nothing but old people smoking there, so much so that I’m pleasantly surprised when I come across someone young and cute, and that was certainly the case as I came upon a mother-daughter sighting featuring this standout 19ish daughter, whose long blond hair was hanging over her shoulders in braids. She was quite tall, wearing a black sweatshirt and a pair of shorts with a black and white pattern that showcased her nice long legs. Right off the bat it was refreshing to see a pretty young face in that smoking area filling her lungs with poisons, particularly in the presence of mom, but her performance raised the show to an entirely different level as I got to see some really nice dangles from the girl as she attended to her bag and purse.
The daughter was carrying her pack of Marlboro Menthols in a Ziploc bag (for some reason) and was monkeying around with that and shuffling a few other things around, occasionally but not too frequently conversing with her unattractive mother. Her smoking style generally was average but whatever compulsion led her to mess around with her purse while smoking was working to my advantage on the three separate occasions she parked that cigarette in her mouth and dangled for an extended period. I took several pics and captured her in mid-dangle twice. It was a solid five-minute show and the daughter finished her cigarette before mom, heading to the community ashtray to deposit her butt, so I was grateful I saw the pack of Marlboro Menthols she was holding in the Ziploc bag earlier since I wouldn’t get a formal butt ID. It was nice to have a quality sighting in the can so early in the day, which is no guarantee at any fair day, and it would be the first of an impressive four mother-daughter sightings over the course of the next few hours. This was my favorite of the four, but honestly the other three were bubbling not too far below this year’s top-25 list.
#13. Minnesota State Fair Day 2, Sighting #155
Evenings at the Minnesota State Fair have not been what they used to be the last few years in terms of sightings, as the days of coming across a new smoker hottie every 50 yards as was the case 10 years ago are over. But Day 2 of this year’s Minnesota State Fair would produce a trio of exceptional sightings only about 15 minutes apart, this being the last of the three in succession….
I progressed to the Leinie Lodge bandshell where 70s southern rock group Foghat was playing at a free concert. I walked to the west side of the concert stage where there’s a bathroom area and doing so led me to a farrow-to-finish sighting of one of the day’s best finds. Standing alone in the middle of a grassy area several feet in front of the building was this gorgeous ponytailed platinum blond who was wearing a bright pink T-shirt and a pair of pale blue jean shorts that crackled with sexuality, with an incredible ass and set of legs framed by those shorts. Right away, I noticed an unlit cork filter cigarette in her hand and then quickly discovered the pack of Camel Menthols stuffed into the back pocket of her jean shorts. Immediately sensing a bubbly energy to this girl, I hunkered down for a great show and got one when she lit up, taking a deep drag, removing the cigarette from her mouth, holding the smoke for several seconds and then exhaling two downward jets entirely through her nostrils. This girl knows how to make an introduction!
And it just got better from there as she turned to the bench leaning up against the Leinie Lodge building and began talking to a middle-aged woman who was clearly her mother. The bubbly energy flowed from her stinky pores in a way that confirmed my original suspicion that this girl was not yet 21. I’d guess she was about 19….yet smoking openly in front of her nonsmoking mother at the Minnesota State Fair. It got even better when someone working with some display was walking near her, fumbling the display frame. The smoker blond turned to mom and gave her a sympathetic look over the woman struggling with the foldable metal display, and she proceeded to walk over there and offer a brief second of unsolicited help, cigarette in hand. Her assistance only lasted a few seconds before the girl returned to where she was standing, which was very close to me and well-enough lit that I managed a few photos that turned out pretty decent despite how dark it was. And the show had only just begun….
She continued to smoke the cigarette with gusto, punctuated by nice drags, solid hold times, and exhales that came more from her nose than her mouth, working her smoked-out respiratory system as hard as it could be worked to expel the content of those menthol cigarettes she so adored. The sighting was also punctuated by regular turns to her mother, saying a few things from afar but never getting close enough that mom would have to choke on daughter’s ciggy stench. It was a truly inspired show and lasted a few minutes before the girl took a seat on the next bench over to mom, sitting down to finish her cigarette where I’d get one more decent holding pic. The girl made pretty quick work of the cigarette with those heavy drags, and I’d guess three-quarters of the exhaled smoke poured out of her nose over the course of the cigarette. I was grateful to have seen the Camel Menthol pack in her pocket because she regrettably leaned down to crush the cigarette out on the pavement and then approached the nearest garbage can to toss it in there. The consolation prize is that she had to walk past me to get to the garbage can so I got to check out her ass, crotch, and gams working those jean shorts again. What an unimaginable late teen sexpot! She went back to sit next to mom and I took off, having scored three great sightings in the last 15 minutes with a glorious hour and a half left on the evening to fetish, and although I’d get a couple more excellent sightings that night, nothing else would rival this one.
#12. Iowa State Fair Day 1, Sightings #54-55
It was now around 6:00 on Day 1 of the Iowa State Fair and the evening was about to bust wide open. Whenever I started venturing one direction, I’d run into a smoker hottie that would lead me back in the direction I came from. It was a good problem to have! And rarely better than when I walked into an oncoming duo of teen girls on the concourse, most likely the two youngest smokers I saw that day. The girls looked 17 or 18 and were shameless about strutting down the center of the concourse, amidst hundreds of other fairgoers, with cigarettes in hand. Jumping out at me most was the girl to the left, whose long auburn hair flowed over her shoulders onto her black tanktop. Below the waist she wore this crazy short pair of pale blue cutoffs, so short that you could see her ass dimples, with long, smooth legs flowing out. She had an unfortunate tattoo on her right thigh, and anybody who has read my writeups in the past knows I’m not a fan, but the rest of her presentation was so sultry I barely noticed the tattoo and was able to block it out.
The friend was a more girl-next-door type, still quite cute and looking less like a smoker of the two, with bookish glasses and light brown hair flowing onto a pink top with black leggings on the bottom. The two complemented each other nicely image-wise, but the one thing they had in common was a shameless dependency on nicotine, taking regular drags on their cigarettes as they walked. As hard as it is to get pics generally, it’s even harder walking rapidly to people’s sides in a crowd and nailing a pic in motion, but I managed a couple decent ones, and one pic in particular that captures both of them. I caught several of their drags after I surrendered the photo-taking, ultimately following them to behind some vendor booths where the hottie of the duo dropped her cork-filter butt to the ground and didn’t bother to crush it out. The debris she littered was an oddball variation of Marlboro with a neon green print. Maybe it’s a menthol version of Marlboro Blacks…not sure. By the time I caught up with them, the brunette’s cigarette was nowhere to be seen. Great show…and not the last I’d see from them!
I ventured down the alleyway past a set of bathrooms about 15 minutes later and towards the end of the alley I came across a couple of familiar youthful faces, the most striking of which being that sexpot 17ish chick in the daisy dukes strutting down the concourse with cigarette in hand only about 15 minutes earlier with her friend. Well here they were again, seated in the grass next to each other and looking at their phones. Only one of them was smoking this time, but it was the right girl….that sexy little auburn-haired cutie with those impossibly long legs coming out of the equally impossibly short shorts. Her elbow was covering the tattoo on her thigh nicely as I proceeded to snap a few more pics, a couple of them with her in mid-drag. It was approaching dark and the photos were blurrier than I’d prefer but it was nice to get a couple more shots of her and see her smoking another cigarette so quickly after her first. Still, no chance of a girl her age giving me a third show later in the evening, right? Right? We’ll see.
The concourse would deliver one more time in a major way as I headed westward at about 8:15 and stumbled into a girl who had already delivered in a major way…twice. It was my 17ish auburn-haired chain-smoking sex kitten in the daisy duke cutoffs doing her favorite thing again….smoking yet another cigarette, at least her third in just a little more than an hour. The cute but nerdy looking friend in the black leggings was still with her, but just like the previous time she was not smoking herself. This show belonged entirely to the hottie with the shorts so short I was watching her ass dimples wiggle with each step. It was so damn sexy to see her so confidently strut down the packed concourse dragging from her cigarette repeatedly and exhaling with a devil-may-care attitude. I got in on about seven more nicely paced drags before she dropped the cork-filter cigarette with the neon green Marlboro logo to the pavement, again failing to crush it out. There was no doubt the first time I saw this duo smoking they’d be high on my list of favorites for the day, but having seen three cigarettes from my favorite of the two was enough to get her up to my third favorite sighting of the day.
#11. Local County Fair, Saturday Night
My Saturday night at the local county fair had been an unmitigated disaster for most of the evening, with a very disappointing haul of sightings before, during, and after the Martina McBride concert, and shortly after the concert ended at 10 p.m. I got stuck in a 40-minute conversation about politics with my friend Ryan (i.e. my wingman at Cousin Jamie’s wedding) when he ran into me. I finally got back to fetishing by 10:45 after losing key time after the concert, but still wasn’t finding anything at all. It was 11:15 and my sightings count since the concert ended remained at zero. My morale was cratering but right when it was at bottom, the county fair would deliver one more incredible moment for me in 2017.
Emerging southbound from the cluster of line dancers into a relatively sparse stretch of walkway was a foursome of teen girls, and the cutest and freshest-faced girl of the bunch was extracting a cork-filter cigarette from a pack I couldn’t identify, then placed the pack back into her purse and let the cigarette dangle from her lips as she walked in an area generally crawling with cops. Seeing this girl in isolation I’d have figured she was about 14, and she certainly carried herself like a younger teen, but the fact that other girls in her group looked more like 16-17 gave me pause. Still, it was entirely possible that she has older friends and that a girl who will only be entering 9th grade next month was the one girl of the four with a pack of cigarettes in her purse, unhesitatingly walking around a public section of the fairgrounds with a cigarette dangling from her mouth. In a week with a surprising number of teen smokers, hers was the youngest, freshest face I had seen yet, with a headband on her upper forehead pushing back her long, light brown hair. It was a cool night, but she was still decked out in a gray tanktop and a pair of short black shorts. They were those baggy athletic shorts I normally don’t care for, but it added to her innocence and showed off her smooth, shapely legs from the upper reaches of her thighs on down….
As I said, their location was relatively sparse so I had to get creative to sneak a peek, finding a cluster of benches in between food vendor trucks where I’ve successfully spied sightings before. The girls came to a stop at a convenient location just in time for me to see the cutie spark up her cigarette. I hadn’t seen a girl this young smoking at the county fair since 2014, and the image of an adorable mid-teen girl innocently standing with her friends with a freshly lit cigarette perched between her fingers with her arms hanging down to her waist was an image I had gone far too long without seeing. My perfect vantage point over time became obstructed by other friends arriving and encircling the original cluster, but I still got to see four or five drags and my heart melted each time that in 2017 it was still possible to see girls like her smoking. The rest of the girls in the group were either Hispanic or black and one of the Hispanic girls got a couple of drags from my favorite girl’s cigarette, but 90% of it was the young chick’s. After the Hispanic girl passed the cigarette back to her for the second time, I caught the last of the drags I’d see from her and an exceptionally cloudy exhale, the only time I spotted one of her exhales directly. A more direct view of this would have been ideal, but I still did pretty well all things considered. Once I noticed the cigarette was no longer, I paced up and down the fairgrounds block to get a frontal view as upclose as possible. I still swear she looked 14 or 15, and at one point in passing she was even using her fingers to pull down on her lower lip in a way that looked far too immature for the age group of her friends. I really can’t imagine this girl was 16 or 17 based on the way she looked or carried herself as she just seemed so much younger. What a sweetheart!
#10. Iowa State Fair Day 1, Sighting #122
It was nearly 11 p.m. on Day 1 of the Iowa State Fair, a day that had produced several excellent sightings, and the evening would offer up one more incredible moment as I walked past the main beer gardens entrance and came across a very familiar face. It had been two years since I had last seen this blond of Hollywood-caliber beauty, but she was my #7 sighting from 2015 and back at the location that made her a star. A face as pretty as hers is hard to forget, and coupling it with the same beer gardens spot where I saw her on two different nights in 2015 was a perfect trip down memory lane. For the record, two years ago I saw her smoking twice on Saturday night but returned five nights later to her marquee moment of the year, when she was decked out in a little black dress and had to get playfully physical to retrieve her cigarette when a guy friend walked off with it, all playing out at this same spot in front of the main beer gardens. Back to 2017, the sighting appeared poised to be brief and uneventful as she was standing in front of the bar with her back to me, sharing a cigarette with a guy friend. But even that little appearance yielded some x-factor given that she knocked the ball out of the park again with her wardrobe, decked out in a shoulderless leopard-spotted tanktop and a pair of extremely tight-fitting jeans spliced in all the right places. I remembered being impressed by this girl’s one-in-a-million ass back in 2015 but these tight jeans took it to an entirely different place, and since she was standing up to the bar with her back to me, I took the opportunity to snap a couple pics, and even as blurry as they are, it’s impossible not to notice that ass in the center of the dark and blur. I stuck around a few minutes but it appeared as though she had lost custody of the cigarette for good, and it also appeared that she was severely drunk, so I wandered off just happy for the brief encore of an ISF classic from years past. Still, this girl smoked three cigarettes in the three instances I saw her in 2015, so I had plans to keep tabs on her in the remaining hour.
It was at this point I ventured off to the east side beer gardens and didn’t find anything too memorable, feeling an overwhelming instinct to return to see if Hollywood had any more tricks up her sleeve. I didn’t even make it all the way back to the main beer gardens area when I spotted her and the guy friend from a few minutes ago drunkenly walking from a food stand where he picked something up to eat. Given how wasted she was and the fact that I’ve seen her at the beer gardens repeatedly two years ago and tonight offers some strong anecdotal evidence that this girl has a bit of a problem with her alcohol. But my God….dat ass! As the guy and girl ventured back to the beer gardens area, I followed and for inexplicable reasons, the guy went inside and left her to herself. I sat on the curb just to wait things out a bit when things got even weirder and she sat down on the curb as well, not five feet from me. She gave me a passing smile as we made eye contact, minimally flirtatious and leading me to believe she might actually be about to strike up a drunken conversation with me. She didn’t, which made things easier for me on a number of levels as it allowed me to continue to be anonymous and kept me from being seen as taking advantage of a severely drunk girl whose male friend was not far away. Anyway, moments after she parked her incredible ass on the curb, she opened her purse and started fidgeting around. Here it was, I thought…cigarettes are coming out. But actually a dollar bill came out and she stumbled her way back up to approach a trio of middle-aged women who were all smoking. She was gonna buy a cigarette from them!!!
She immersed herself briefly in the huddle as one of the women produced an all-white cigarette. Her ass again looked incredible and I snapped what would be my best pic of it as I sat there. One woman lit her up and she kept chatting with them for a minute or so before returning to the curb a few feet from me and gave me a front-row seat to her smoking show. I was close enough to take a few action pics that turned out even in the dark. It was just incredible luck. A couple of guys walked past her and gave her a sympathetic high-five in passing, recognizing how badly shit-faced she was. I didn’t get to make physical contact but the close-up smoking show I got was even better as I watched her take one very intense drag after another on the all-white, exhaling rich clouds of smoke from her blackened respiratory system for the next few minutes. She kept sitting there after finishing the cigarette so I wouldn’t get the chance to ID the brand. I know she smoked Marlboro Ultra Lights two years ago, but this was a mooched brand so I have no idea what this was. All too often, those responsible for the best sightings in the past have a way of delivering nearly every time you see them, and Hollywood definitely proved that again, giving me what would end up being my second-best sighting of the day. I hope I’m wrong that she’s an alcoholic but the anecdotal evidence is not promising.
#9. Indiana State Fair, Sighting #9
The numbers sure were coming slowly in the early afternoon hours on my maiden voyage to the Indiana State Fair and I had yet to figure out why, but all would be forgiven around 1:30 when the girl who came to define an otherwise dreadful day made her first appearance with a cigarette. Stepping out of this corn dog booth with cork-filter cigarette in hand was this 19-20ish brunette working the booth and briefly leaving the young male coworker to cover the stand himself. The brunette wasn’t conventionally gorgeous, at least in her work uniform, but she had a twinkle in her eye and an innocence about her that fascinated me. She wore her long brown hair up in a bun on top of her head to keep the sweat off her face as she worked, with a red T-shirt and medium-blue jean shorts on the bottom. Her long legs were fully exposed from the upper thigh on down. Plus I was getting a kick out of the fact that she was about to smoke her cigarette directly outside the booth where she worked, which I figured would be frowned upon by just about about everybody, especially her employer.
I got lucky as she was chatting with the guy as she slow-walked her way out, allowing me to get my camera ready and snap the shot where she was lighting up. She was standing in the shadow of the fair booth so the lighting isn’t ideal, but it was as good of a shot as I was gonna get. From there, she put up a folding chair to sit on and propped her right leg up onto the stand, maximizing her relaxation on company time and using their own equipment to lean upon as she smoked. She took long, heavenly drags sitting on that chair with considerable hold times and exhales entirely from her mouth that fired downward at consistent 45-degree angles. The back of the line for the milk stand was overlapping with where I stood so I blended in nicely and I was certain that I was snapping a number of close-range pics when she was dragging in this relaxed break-time position, but I just sensed something was going wrong with the photos again (I was right…for whatever reason, none of them after the light-up pics took..and I was sick about it). Nonetheless, I got an amazing farrow-to-finish sighting of a young cutie committed to her smoking to the point of consuming it directly in front of would-be customers. She dropped the butt in the trash can next to the stand so I was denied the butt ID, but still walked away with a needed boost of adrenaline at that point in the day.
This corn dog stand was front and center in the grounds so I walked past it multiple times that day. The inconvenient layout of the grounds limited my ability to cover it as much as I’d like to, but I found myself walking past it as often as possible as the afternoon went on, figuring there was a very good chance I’d see more of her. The guy in the booth got to have his own smoke breaks at various junctures of the day, but it was the girl I was holding out for, particularly with the hope of a second chance at action photos in that adorable position she was in before. About an hour and a half later in the day, I’d get my chance, walking upon her in mid-cigarette seated at the same place she was before, although unfortunately she wasn’t propping her right leg up on the side of the stand this time. I’d only catch the last few drags of this cigarette, but was able to get that second chance I’d hoped for with the photos. The shadow from the booth again kept the lighting from being perfect, but I certainly captured her essence in this round of snapshots. That was the end for this girl’s daytime body of work, but like a nicotine vampire she would be back in the evening.
In fact, my timing with her during those evening hours was even more perfect as I came upon her smoking three separate times after dark, all within a couple hours of each other. By now, she had traded in the folding chair she sat on to smoke her daytime cigarettes for some cardboard box. I took one additional blurry nighttime pic that didn’t turn out, but mostly just stood to the side and watched, the dark sky and backlighting making her cloudy 45-degree downward angle exhales all the more visible. At one point, some nonsmoking fairgoer asked her directions to something while she was in mid-cigarette, possibly being mindful that the girl was breaking the fairgrounds smoking rule at her location. Her third cigarette of the day ended up getting stubbed out against the corn dog stand itself, and I got off on the idea of her defiling her employer’s property by using it as an ashtray….on top of the questionable frequency and location of her smoke breaks.
At around 11:00 I began a very long walk back to my shuttle bus on sore feet, and the last bit of tobacco consumption I’d see for the night was my corn dog stand girl as she smoked her fifth cigarette of the night as I walked past for the last time. She wasn’t the prettiest girl of the day, but she was the most prolific and a beacon of smoking security in a day that offered little of that. When factoring in that I likely missed quite a few daytime smoke breaks from her, it was clear she was a pretty heavy smoker, and if she works that corn dog booth in that kind of heat for more than two weeks, it must be horribly oppressive and qualify those smoke breaks as the highlight of her very long workdays.
#8. Local County Fair, Friday Night
On Friday night at my local county fair, 70s rock band Kansas was the grandstand act and I took my usual seat overlooking the grandstand’s designated smoking area and the beer gardens area on the opposite side of the chain-link fence. I had sat there a good 20 minutes before the concert officially started and the landscape looked very bleak, but just as I was about to lose hope, the most beautiful face of this year’s fair popped up from out of nowhere front and center inside the beer gardens. A vision of pure feminine perfection graced my eyes just in time to see her lips wrapped around a freshly lit all-white cigarette. Whoa! She was a medium-height blond with shoulder-length hair wearing a jean jacket and a black dress that crested above her knees. She looked to be in her late 20s and it’s impossible to overstate how beautiful she was. There was a familiar air about her and it may well have been any number of hot smoker girls I’d seen at the local fair in years past, perhaps one I even put in prior rankings, but I couldn’t place her specifically. Whatever the case, the Kansas concert just got more interesting as I watched her puff away with very nicely paced drags and pleasant if unmemorable follow-up exhales. She was amidst a cluster of 20-somethings I’d taken a mental note of earlier, but at least early on she was the only one smoking. This didn’t last long though as a guy emerged from the crowd who was very clearly her boyfriend and was smoking a cigarette of his own. Sitting up on my grandstand perch, it hit me how great of a vantage point this is, particularly before dark, as there was almost no chance of my being spotted even as I stared lustfully at her every drag. She smoked it right down to the filter before crushing it out in the grass, and given her insanely feminine presentation in that puffed-out black dress, the image of her stomping out a cigarette she just smoked was a great contrast.
I had high hopes she’d chain-smoke through the entire concert as it became clear she and the boyfriend were gonna stick around at this very convenient location where I could keep close tabs on her the whole show, but she made me wait for the next one. Every time she started reaching for her purse, I got giddy, but time after time she let me down. When the boyfriend smoked another one about 20 minutes later and the girl didn’t, I was starting to think she was just a social smoker who had merely indulged a single cigarette with her beer, but nearly an hour after the first cigarette, after 9:30, she reached into her purse and this time delivered, extracting a cigarette from her unidentifiable pack. It was after dark now so I couldn’t see the kinds of detail I did on the first cigarette, but she smoked at the same fast pace as the previous one and her cherry was glowing bright red every 10 seconds or so when she filled her lungs up with more poisons. I exited the grandstand when she finished, knowing she wouldn’t smoke another one before the show ended, and walked right past the fence to get a close-up look and see if she was as beautiful as she looked like from 20 yards away. She most definitely was. The boyfriend seemed like a cleancut blue-collar type…and I hope he knows how lucky he is to have a smoking girl this beautiful. And maybe, just maybe, we’ll get more from this girl before the evening ends!
About 15 minutes after the show ended, I was on the south side of the grounds and I spotted two familiar faces at a food stand….my blond beauty from the beer gardens during the Kansas show and her boyfriend! As I noticed they were walking towards the north exit while snacking on fair food, I wasn’t confident I’d get another sighting as I knew they’d probably be leaving for the night, but I nonetheless walked in front of them and timed my walk in a way that I just might be looping around to see them again moments before they left. And lo and behold, it worked! As I looped around from the northwest, I spotted the blond approaching from the northeast and about 100 yards from the north exit, her face was illuminated by the sparking up of the third cigarette I’d get to see her smoke tonight. Talk about great timing! Better yet, her boyfriend wanted to take a closer look at some of the ATVs on display, so he was drifting to see those and left the girl to stand by herself smoking. I had a perfect bench about 15 yards away to watch yet another smoke show from her, and her style continued to be beautifully consistent with frequent drags and modest exhales. It would have been ideal if she finished the cigarette there and gave me a chance at a butt ID but I wouldn’t get quite that lucky. After about 90 seconds, the boyfriend was done looking at the equipment and the couple was heading for the exits. I was tempted to follow to get a final look and hopefully ID her butt, but ended up calculating she’d be out of the grounds before finishing the cigarette and that would be awkward so I let it go. Still, to call her the star of Friday night at the county fair would be a huge understatement.
#7. Indiana State Fair, Sighting #32
Now I said earlier in the writeup that my otherwise horrific day at the Indiana State Fair produced one evening sighting that was genuinely captivating. I was on the west side of the grandstand area when I spotted a middle-aged couple where the mother was smoking. But lingering behind the parents were two 18ish girls, one of them mixed race and the apparent friend of the “other girl”, a knockout blond in a white bare-midriff tanktop and high-riding jean shorts that sculpted her perfect, tanned body. And best of all, she was the first stunning beauty I’d seen all day smoking a cigarette. Blondie was obviously the daughter of the smoking middle-aged lady, and for a snapshot in time I was glad I made the long drive to the Indiana State Fair and got the chance to witness this. They stood around a table, indicating somebody had just finished eating some fair food, and I was able to lurk with a clear vantage point to watch two generations of females smoke….and do so in the presence of a nonsmoking husband/father as well as a nonsmoking teen friend. The sighting remained sedentary for about a minute before the group started walking eastward….
I followed and readied my camera for a long shot pic. It was well after dark by now so it wasn’t gonna turn out great, but I did about as well as could be expected capturing a side shot of this sexpot with cigarette in hand. Unfortunately, her beautiful face was blurred out by a street light. I put my camera away and just followed to enjoy the show, confused why this smoking daughter was walking about 10 yards in front of the rest of her group. It made my job of following her more dangerous and it seemed like strange behavior generally. She ended up walking parallel to this black guy about her age and at first it just seemed like they were walking separately next to each other, which was fantastic since she was persistently dragging from her cigarette and exposing him to her secondhand smoke. But after a longer stretch of walking, it began to become clear they were together, either as a couple or as friends. I continued to follow and watch every delicious drag this platinum blond angel took, expelling her filth into the forbidden air of the Indiana State Fairgrounds without a care about potential consequences. My final priority of the sighting was IDing her butt when she finished it, but the sighting blew up on that front at the last second. The girl and the black guy turned around at the tail end of her cigarette and at first I thought they were wise to me following them since they were eyeballing me…so I just walked on past as discreetly as I could, but then realizing they were looking back to the family behind them as if wondering what the hold-up was. The blond handed the cigarette to the black guy for a final drag and the cigarette disappeared out of their hands amidst the crowd. I walked over but was unable to identify it. Nonetheless, it was a small setback to the most exciting sighting of the day.
I’d catch this family again only about 20 minutes later when walking through the midway. The blond and the mixed-race female friend were standing in line for a carnival ride. I made a couple of passes near them to get a close look at that stunning face and killer body that matched, wondering how many other girls of her pedigree in Indiana were smokers….and my conclusion was that it probably wasn’t many. The dynamic I had seen early that night of mothers pushing strollers smoking was applicable in this sighting, as the daughter’s smoking was likely enabled in some way by her mother’s smoking….and most girls as hot as this one probably don’t have mothers that smoke. I’m sure glad I ran into one who did though.
#6. Minnesota State Fair Day 1, Sightings #70, #71, and #72
I always make two trips to the more remote north side of the Minnesota State Fairgrounds on a given day, once in the morning and once in the late afternoon, but since it’s about a 20-minute round trip to walk up there, it’s a gamble that occasionally blows up in my face. Thankfully that would not be the case in the late afternoon hours on Day 1 of the Minnesota State Fair this year. In fact it would be at the pet barn commercial exhibit building on the far northern edge of the fairgrounds that I’d stumble into my second best sighting of the day….
There’s a designated smoking area right outside this building and imagine my surprise when I approached it to find a trio of three teen smokers sitting on the grass enjoying a cigarette. In all honestly, two of the three in the trio were pretty mediocre and one was a bit chubby, but the girl on the right in the cluster managed to turn the other two into instantaneous elevator music. She was the sweetest young thing I’d see all day with long blond hair and a crazy youthful face. I’d be surprised if she was even 16, even though the other girls were clearly older and possibly over 18. I strongly suspected they worked somewhere in that commercial exhibit building and planned to check the place out to see if I could find them the next weekend. I scrambled to get photos and was at least able to secure myself next to them for close-range pics, although unfortunately the cutest girl was turned slightly away from me. There were constant ingestions and expulsions of cigarette smoke coming from at least one of the three of them and it was such a wonderful sight…
That diminutive long-haired blond with the face of angel who was closest to me continued to captivate me most though, sitting there with her legs folded Indian style in her leggings with a blue T-shirt up top. Her cigarette had the telltale markings of a Camel Turkish Royal and my heart melted every time she approached the cigarette to her mouth to take a drag, with surprisingly robust exhales from mouth and nose to follow. There were moments I thought this girl had to be a little older than her appearance suggested, but every time I looked closely at her face and body type I just couldn’t imagine her being anything but a mid-teen. I was snapping pics left and right and while my preferred target wasn’t the most cooperative, I figured something would have to stick. All too quickly, the three girls had finished their cigarettes and were getting up off the grass to head inside the pet barn building, tossing their butts into the community ashtray. My petite blond’s ass was covered in wet grass, and it was so cute watching her sweep her hand over her skin-tight leggings to get it off in the moments before she went inside.
Now it was time to look at my pics. Sadly, my success rate was less than 50%. I only got the blond once in mid-drag and most of her face was cut off in that one. I did at least get pics of all three girls with cigarettes in hand and I managed one where the cute blond’s face was in profile, with a beaming smile on her face. I had really hoped to get another chance with these girls on Labor Day weekend when I headed back to the Minnesota State Fair, thinking the girls worked at an exhibit booth in that pet barn building and could be working again the next weekend with more smoke breaks to be taken. Based on four trips up to the north side to investigate the following weekend and seeing none of the three girls, I concluded they were just visitors to the fair in the same way I was. Bummer though because that mid-teen blond deserved a second act. She was the only bona fide teen smoker cutie I’d see that first day at the fair, but I would definitely see another one the following week!
#5. Minnesota State Fair Day 2, Sighting #153
I cited earlier in the countdown that in the mid-evening hours of Day 2 of the Minnesota State Fair on Labor Day weekend, I scored three great extra-base hits nearly back to back to back. The second of these, and my favorite of the three, came as I progressed to the east side of the beer gardens. Seated on the edge of the smoking area was an early 20s auburn-haired babe who I could tell from afar was holding a cigarette and chatting with a guy friend who was about to venture off, perhaps to get another drink. I was still 10 yards or more away from her but could already tell she was massively drunk. Usually that level of drunkenness is a bit of a turn-off but in this case it likely took the sighting to an entirely different level. I got close enough to sit down within about three feet of her and it was only after I got a look at her body that I recognized the magnitude of babe that she was, decked out in a white top and these perfect-fitting pale blue jean shorts that framed the most chiseled lower body I’d seen all day, her crossed legs a work of art worthy of the fairgrounds’ most impressive art exhibits….
But as artistic as her female form was, her smoking was at an entirely different level. For all intents and purposes, her all-white cigarette was consumed in one never-ending drag in a way I’ve never really seen a girl do before. I suppose it’s possible she always smokes like this, but I figure the vulnerability of her drunken state was exposing the true state of pleasure she was getting from this cigarette in a way she probably wouldn’t display so openly if she was sober. The cigarette went up to her lips and she took insanely long and intense drags, usually with her eyes fully closed indicating a sexualized pleasure, and she barely had enough time to exhale the smoke before the cigarette was going back to her mouth for even more cigarette rape. The cherry was glowing a permanent smoldering red, at some points glowing red for a good half-inch with as frequently and heavily as she was pulling from that cigarette. She was so out of it and I was so close that I thought maybe some truly memorable photos were attainable here, but the backlighting at this spot was nonexistent and none of the handful of pics I took turned out even a little bit. In only about three minutes, she sent the cigarette to its final resting place after forcing it to suffer one of the most agonizing deaths I’ve ever seen. She crushed out the cigarette on the cinder block and briefly put it on top of the block, giving me some hope she might take off and let me get a butt ID, but instead dropping the butt into her empty beer cup. The boyfriend still wasn’t back and she was still sitting there alone, so I looked her over good before I took off and couldn’t believe how perfect those legs and crotch were, the best I’d seen all day on a smoker girl….
I began to walk away from this sighting, but about 100 yards down the block, I felt this overwhelming urge to walk back there and see if she was still there. Just maybe, with as much pleasure as she had gotten from that last cigarette, she’d decide to light up another….so I started walking back….and it was my best decision of the night. As I approached the smoking area, there was my auburn-haired beauty with the perfect legs and ass extracting a blue pack of cigarettes from her purse to light up another one. I believe the blue pack of L & Ms is L & M Lights. Whatever the case, that’s what she was smoking. Her inebriated state was once again obvious as she fumbled around with the pack, struggling to remove a cigarette. After about 10 seconds of struggle, she pulled it off and inserted the all-white cigarette in her mouth. I hadn’t even realized her boyfriend was back and he was now seated close to where I had been when watching her smoke the first time. He observed her struggle and extended his hand with a lighter, offering to assist. But she sweetly smiled and passed on the offer, showing him the lighter in her hand which she then placed up to the end of her cigarette and fired up….
If it seemed like she was having an orgasm smoking the last cigarette, this one was smoked with even more sexualized satisfaction and was taken down again in what was effectively one endless litany of flash-bang drags. The cigarette was never away from her lips more than about three seconds, with her eyes closed for at least half of it, enjoying the warm feeling of carcinogens ingested into her lungs so much that she was about to burst. I was now seated behind her and in the brief seconds that I was able to look away from the cigarette in her mouth, I peered down to that incredible lower body of hers and checked out her ass. I only wish I had seen her in a standing position because I bet she had the ass of the day in those perfectly proportioned pale blue cutoffs. Her drags were so constant and so hard that she often extended her arm to ash on the pavement, always dropping a huge, glowing cherry of red hot ash to the ground before placing it back to her lips for another ruthlessly hard hit. I started to wonder if the boyfriend had a fetish too because he was eyeballing her and watching her smoke just about as closely as I was. Perhaps I got lost in the moment but I have my doubts whether even two minutes passed before she lit up that second cigarette and before she crushed it out. I had half a mind to stay right here and see what else she was up to, but after she put the second butt in the beer cup as she did the first, I decided to take off. I wasn’t gone long, returning to see if she was still there no more than 15 minutes later, but she was gone by this time, hopefully not attempting to drive home!
It was another case where I was overcome with jealousy for that boyfriend who likely had the honors of peeling off those perfect jean shorts from her chiseled ass, legs, and crotch and fucking her to within an inch of her life when they got home, but honestly the look on her face as she smoked made me wonder if it was possible for sex to even rival the pleasure she got from that cigarette. This one really gave me the burst of adrenaline I needed in the mid-evening.
#4. Minnesota State Fair Day 2, Sighting #7
It was around 11 a.m. when the morning gloom would retreat and perfect upper-70s sunny skies would arise on Day 2 of the Minnesota State Fair, and the improving weather also brought about my fateful walk past the smoking area across the street from the Leinie Lodge, which has a park-like atmosphere and is covered with foliage and benches. As I approached, I first spotted a girl who jumped out at me immediately with her IT factor. She was an early-to-mid 20s dark brunette so wholesome that even sunglasses couldn’t make her look badass. She reminded me of a smoker girl named Kelly I dated for three months this spring and early summer, wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of bright pink shorts that made her impossible to mix up with anyone else at the fair, useful information for further in the day. Anyway, she and her boyfriend both walked up to the edge of the smoking area and lit up, at the same time as two more very attractive early-to-mid 20s girls standing near them were approaching the end of their respective cigarettes, one a dark blond in a bare midriff green top and dark jeans, the other an even more attractive and wholesome light brunette in a white and gray striped tanktop and jeans. I placed myself in between the two groups of smokers, ecstatic about being in the presence of such stinky beauties for the first time of the day. But there was one big problem here in that for whatever reason, two cops were hovering not far away, making photo-taking too risky to try. In less than a minute, the dark blond and brunette finished their cigarettes and began walking across the street to the Leinie Lodge. The best I could do was follow them to get a post-cigarette pic and watch my dark brunette from across the street. I did just that and it worked out pretty well. Pretty bummed to miss out on pics and upclose bells and whistles from that wholesome dark brunette, but you never know, maybe we’ll be seeing more from her as the day goes on.
A couple hours later, I was encircling the beer gardens block to the smoking area on the south side of the main bathroom area and I’ll be damned if life wasn’t giving me a second chance to see that dark brunette in the bright pink shorts who reminded me of my ex-girlfriend Kelly smoking again. But this time she wasn’t just with her boyfriend as she was last time….now there were older family members involved, either her parents or his, and they were smoking too. Unfortunately, I got there towards the end of her cigarette and only got to see a couple of closing drags. I still failed on the picture front, unable to get anything good and was pretty sick about it when I saw my photos didn’t take. Again though…let not your heart be troubled….she’ll be back!
Less than an hour removed from my second sighting of the day of the dark brunette in the pink shorts, I would return to the smoking area on the south side of the bathroom area to find her with the same cast of characters (boyfriend, older relatives) smoking again at the exact same spot as before. Whoa! This girl is not someone I’d suspect would be a heavy smoker, I thought to myself looking her over again. My timing was never quite perfect with this girl though as she was once again towards the end of her latest cigarette, but this time I was at least able to get a few photos, albeit only one with a visible cigarette at the second she’s about to toss it into the nearby community ashtray. At least this time I was able to identify her brand…the very telltale (and popular with the Minnesota kids these days!) Camel Turkish Royals with the blond filters. What a refreshing burst of youth and vibrancy she repeatedly brought to that smoking area which was filled primarily with people over 45 most of the day. The sunglasses and bright pink shorts only made her presentation stick out even more.
I briefly chased after another sighting in the beer garden area and dropped my phone, triggering a mini-emergency where I had to reassemble it but everything came back on fine. I went back to the smoking area north of the beer gardens after fixing the phone….and there she was AGAIN! She being the dark brunette in the pink shorts, smoking yet another cigarette no more than 10 minutes removed from her last. This was starting to get insane….but I wasn’t complaining. And she had just lit this one so I finally got to see a full smoking show from upclose. While there were no definitive bells and whistles to her smoking show, it was delightful to blend in with the crowd in this area and stand there a few feet in front of her watching her puff away in front of either her own parents or the boyfriend’s parents as they chatted and laughed in each other’s company. She was fast becoming the story of the day, and seemed just as much like a wholesome sweetheart in this more intimate setting as she did earlier in the day when I first laid eyes on her. Unfortunately, this big crowd that was such an asset when it came to getting an upclose vantage point of her nicely paced drags and exhales also made picture-taking very challenging, and I was only able to get one holding pic…and that one cut her head off. The Camel Turkish Royal was once again disposed of in that community ashtray after a good five-minute show.
During the 2:00 hour, the state fair parade is on in the eastern portion of the fairgrounds so I limited my fetish to the grandstand area and points westward, busting my way through the absolutely insane crowd that forms in between the west side of the grandstand the Heritage Center, a crowd so consistently paralyzing that it greatly limited my subsequent visits to the Heritage Center that day. But the Heritage Center smoking area nonetheless delivered one more time in a big way. As I approached the smoking area, an all-too-familiar pair of bright pink shorts once again dominated my field of vision. She was completely out of control! I’d already seen her smoking four times in the last 3 1/2 hours, most recently less than a half hour ago. This time, her parents were hovering over her and she laid on the ground spooning with the boyfriend, with she being the only one in possession of the cigarette. Photo-taking was gonna be next to impossible with her in this position, but I took a nearby bench hoping I could pull it off anyway. And somehow, some way, I did. She lifted her head from the boyfriend’s chest, with the stub of yet another Camel Turkish Menthol in her hand, and placed the damn thing in her mouth for a stub-dangle final drag. It might not be the best angle, but I got the pic! I watched her last two drags before she stood up, continuing to chat with the boyfriend and the family. At one point, she briefly lifted her sunglasses off. I said even those sunglasses failed to make her look like a badass, but in those passing seconds where the sunglasses were off her wholesomeness was even more breathtaking. It was just unthinkable that THIS GIRL had smoked five cigarettes (at least!) in the last four hours at such a public venue. The girl and the rest of her group walked into the main part of the Heritage Center and that would be the last I would see of them. But never before had I seen such a prolific routine of a girl basically unable to pass any of the designated smoking areas without lighting up, and she was just the latest example of the incredible success I’ve had this fair season of seeing the same hot girl smoking multiple times on one day. In that respect, this may be my most successful fair season ever! The dark brunette in the bright pink shorts will go down in Minnesota State Fair history.
#3. Iowa State Fair Day 1, Sighting #100
I had been on quite a tear from about 6 p.m. to 8:30 on Day 1 of the Iowa State Fair, but after sunset my pace slowed considerably and I came upon some frustration. I had had a few heartbreaks over the course of the day with girls vaping, but it was still more the exception than the rule and I was seeing enough quality smoker sightings to shake it off. But I drew the line when I found myself seated on a bench in the south side seating area across from a trio of 19ish babes, with two of them revealing themselves as vapers. Apparently, the smaller vape pens with the glowing tips and the thin vapor exhales that were the mainstream e-cigarette device back in 2012 are making a bit of a comeback because I saw a couple of teens using them at Summerfest along with the two girls here. One was a dark brunette with long braids going down her back, and she seemed to be hitting her vape pen the hardest. The other was a dark blond who was strikingly attractive and doing most of the talking amongst the threesome (and talking about sex at that!), who more casually hit her vape pen. The third girl was the most gorgeous of the three, this agonizingly wholesome blond sweetheart in a pink top and a conservative but sexy black skirt that crested several inches above her knees. She was never vaping, and at one point, she stood up and faced the other girls while they vaped, as if she was annoyed even being around their “secondhand vape”, although perhaps she had other reasons. While I had a half a woody going watching these three who I had really taken an interest in, I eventually walked away and became depressed for the first time that day that girls like the two in this group that would surely have been smoking five years ago were vaping today and had no idea what they were missing. About 10 minutes later I’d find myself behind two of these girls again, the non-vaping blond and the braided brunette, the latter of which still had her vape pen in hand. Couple these images with a slowdown in sightings and my morale was the lowest for the night.
About a half hour passed when I migrated to the east side beer gardens area that has been such a gold mine in recent years and it was about to deliver again in the most unlikely way with my best sighting of the day. Crowds hover outside the beer gardens’ west entrance, often times people stepping outside for a smoke, but tonight’s girl was no ordinary “someone”. The vision of feminine beauty a few feet in front of me with a freshly lit cigarette between her fingers was none other than the adorable 19ish blond in the black skirt who I had spotted in the south side seating area only about a half hour earlier, the only of the three girls who wasn’t even vaping at the time! Now I had assumed based on her failure to join in on the vaping earlier–and her church youth director looks–that she was every bit as squeaky clean as she appeared. Instead, she was standing amidst a cluster of guys and the braided brunette friend dragging from an analog cigarette and seemingly enjoying the hell out of every drag!
As I watched her indulge in that out-of-place cigarette, ingesting cancerous chemicals into such a pristine face and matching body, it struck me that perhaps the reason the trio of girls sat in that south side seating area in the first place was so that the blond could smoke a cigarette while the friends vaped…and that she had finished the cigarette before I got there. There’s no way of knowing if it happened that way or not but it was a sweet thought. It was after dark and I knew my photos would be a blurry mess, but I nonetheless took a handful, including one of her in mid-drag. None of the pics turned out and her beautiful face was too blurred to appreciate, but at least I captured her jaw-dropping presentation in that pink top and conservative black skirt. What a stunning find she was….and I know now why I was so instinctively drawn to her group while watching on the south side. She finished off the cigarette and dropped it to the pavement, quickly walking with the braided brunette into the beer gardens. I guess it was possible she was 21 but she sure didn’t look it and neither did the brunette friend or the dark blond friend earlier. She was holding a nonalcoholic slushie while she smoked and perhaps was hanging around inside the beer gardens just for the live music or to be with friends. Either way, she quickly worked her way to the top of my list for the evening and whatever momentum I felt I had lost was back now!
I couldn’t get that girl out of my mind and made a point of returning to the east side beer gardens area again about 20 minutes later. As I approached, I was glad I held expectations down because I walked past the entrance area where I saw blondie about a half hour earlier and there were no impossibly wholesome blond cuties in pink blouses and black skirts to be found. Nonetheless, I progressed the extra 50 yards up to the bathroom north of there, and lo and behold, out came the blond and the braided brunette, exiting the bathroom en route to the beer gardens area again. My prospects were improving as I did a 180-degree pivot to follow them. Sure enough, she stopped next to the same group of guys she was with earlier and was fishing around in her purse. Unbelievably, out came the pack of Marlboro Reds. She placed the unlit cigarette in her mouth and fired up. The girl I thought was too wholesome to sit amongst her vaping friends less than an hour earlier was now smoking (at least) her second cigarette of the last half hour. She was already my sighting of the day so this encore presentation was just gravy. I didn’t bother with picture-taking this time and just stood at a nice angle and watched, catching her every adorable drag and watching in disbelief every time a blast of smoke flowed out of her beautiful face. And even though the braided brunette was still wasting time with her silly vape pen, blondie was gracious enough to hand her the cigarette on a couple of occasions for a quick drag. After smoking the cigarette nearly to the filter, she crushed it out on the cement again and they stepped back inside and unfortunately that would be the last I’d see of them. I returned to the east side beer gardens three more times before the evening ended and they weren’t around. But never in a hundred years could I have imagined when I was sitting on the south side at 8:00 demoralized at the friends’ vaping that I’d be getting two moments of this caliber from that girl. She was easily the high point of August 12, 2017.
#2. Minnesota State Fair Day 2, Sightings #122-123
It was 6:40 p.m. on Day 2 of the Minnesota State Fair and the evening’s grandstand lineup was weak so I wasn’t overly confident about getting a ton of great sightings from concertgoers, but I still knew that the area near the grandstand was my best bet. I wandered over to the east side smoking area and was only getting modest rewards there but moving to the cement base encircling the grandstand stairwell I would stumble upon my sighting of the day and the most shocking image of the 2017 fair season. A trio of female smokers included two of the youngest smoker girl faces I’d seen all day in the presence of a chubby mid-30s woman. The mid-30s woman on the right bore a striking resemblance to the young girl on the left so I figured she was her mother, while the girl in the middle didn’t resemble the other two and I suspect was just a friend. My first instinct upon seeing their faces and body types was….these girls are no older than 15!
I approached the berm from a different angle to get side pics of the blond on the left, who was absolutely adorable and had the sweetest face of any smoker of the fair season. And when I say her face was sweet, I’m talking about the purest cane of sugar from the C & H fields in Hawaii! I saw many teenage faces over the course of the 2017 fair season, almost none of them smokers, but somehow the girl with the face that seemed least likely of anybody to actually smoke was holding an all-white cigarette in her hand and dragging from it. Even in 1997, this would have been an unthinkable sighting, but in 2017 it just seemed too good to be true! Even her clothing was far more conservative than the average mid-teen fairgoer, her blond hair flowing over her shoulders onto a green tanktop with black jeans below the waist framing a petite body. And the teenage friend was nothing to sneeze at either, a brunette with her hair up in a ponytail wearing a white tanktop and medium-blue jeans with holes in the knees. She looked at least a little more like a smoker than the blond, but it defied belief to be standing in observance of either one of them with cigarette in hand. And it was also thrilling to see all three of them had different brands of cigarettes! Mom had some kind of cork filter while daughter had an all-white and the friend in the middle was smoking a Camel Turkish Royal. These very young smokers already had some independence in choosing their own brands rather than being forced to smoke whatever the adults gave them!
My vantage point from there was not perfect, but nobody seemed to notice as I hovered a few yards in from of them, frantically snapping as many pics as I could knowing a good percentage of them at this hour would be blurry. The smoking show was just adorable and every time the cigarette approached that mid-teen blond’s face I marveled. Both girls were very clearly adept smokers, but the blond seemed even more natural at it, and even though the image is blurry, I got a pic of a cloud of carcinogenic filth spewing out of her heartbreakingly cute face. The brunette friend was a little more distracted by her phone but she got some nice drags in too, albeit producing less dense exhales to follow the drags up. And while more of the pics that I scored were blurry than not, I managed three or four that were just perfect, including one of the blond in mid-drag, documenting this insanity close-up. Almost every year, I still manage to get at least one surreal sighting of this caliber, and I studied the girls’ faces as closely as I could as they neared the end of their cigarettes, wondering if it was just the latest example of the modern trend of girls looking younger than they are, but still being unable to imagine it here based on those faces. The blond finished her cigarette first, crushed the all-white out on the cement and dropped it to the pavement below. The brunette had a couple more drags left on hers and just dropped it to the ground without crushing it out. Now I had a problem as it was 10 minutes to 7:00 and I had to meet my parents soon…and these gals weren’t leaving just yet to allow me the butt IDs. But thankfully, a guardian angel helped me out, a middle-aged woman who was sitting on the corner of the cement just behind the blond got up to leave, and I was able to sit behind the teen smokers at very close range to wait them out. Doing so, I inadvertently got visual confirmation of their youth from only a foot or so away….
The brunette was looking at her own phone with her face reflecting in it as if taking selfies. Between the youthful image of her face in that phone and the way her legs filled out those holy jeans, I concluded there was no way she was more than 15. But then the blond turned to the friend and mom and I was able to see her face in profile upclose. My breath was temporarily taken away as I saw the features of a middle-school girl. Even 15 years old seemed like a stretch for this one, yet amazingly, she still had the telltale cheekbones of a girl who you could tell has been smoking a while. And she was rummaging around in her purse briefly which allowed me to spot the pack of Marlboro Nxts in there. This was a very special moment, and even though this girl’s mother was overweight and unattractive, I cannot possibly thank her enough for being a likely catalyst facilitating this cute young girl’s addiction to cigarettes. And I’ll just bet blondie was responsible for getting the brunette friend hooked as well. While I now had my brand confirmation, I was still gonna drag this out as late as I could and still meet my parents, and at 6:55 the mother shot off the cement with gusto and said “Let’s go, ladies!” to which the young girls rose to follow, heading south on the grounds.
With as big as the crowds were, I was skeptical I’d see them again on the grounds that evening, and I wouldn’t, but as I quickly turned the corner to make official the butt IDs of the blond’s Marlboro Nxt, the brunette’s Camel Turkish Royal, and the mom’s Marlboro Red, all littered below the pavement, it struck me that I had found something of a real-life version of the McPherson family from my “Trevor” stories, the smoking mom (from Minnesota no less) who corrupted her daughters into a smoking habit. It’s amazing to think there’s a family out there in my home state that in any way mirrors the fictional family from my stories, but I may have just had the opportunity to sit within a foot or so of the family that comes closest. My energy was now absolutely electric and I walked away at 6:57 to meet my parents.
#1. Minnesota State Fair Day 1, Sighting #60
It was mid-afternoon on Day 1 at the Minnesota State Fair and I was on the southwest side of the beer gardens block having a sensory overload moment, nailing one great sighting after another after another, as in walking away from one great sighting on two occasions in a couple of minutes because something else delicious popped up only a few feet away. And I’m really grateful I walked away from each of them as doing so led me to my best sighting of 2017….
I saw this jean-shorted ass from behind and a cigarette next to it that looked spectacular and I just had to check it out. I approached the girl hoping she lived up to the expectation that her first-rate rear view had given me….and if anything she exceeded those expectations with the kind of gorgeous face you’re lucky to see a couple of times a day on a smoker girl, tanned with glowingly wholesome features radiating IT factor. I would guess she’s about 22 or 23, with dark blond hair flowing onto a white country girl blouse and pale blue daisy dukes with long smooth legs flowing out of them, standing with three guy friends with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. And while it was clear the second I laid eyes on her from behind that she was vertically endowed, it was only after seeing her in the context of these guy friends she was standing next to that I realized just what a tall drink of water this chick was, towering a good three inches above the heads of any of the males in her group. Now I might be a little too insecure with my manhood to date a girl well over six feet tall (oh who am I kidding…I’d date this piece of ass in a second if given the chance!), but I still find them sexy as hell if they have good bodies, and this girl more than qualified. She was so tall that it was hilariously hard to frame her in my pics, but I managed to nail her mid-drag twice and was standing close enough that I was able to tell by the lines on the cigarette that it was a Camel Crush.
As for her smoking style, she gets all A’s there too!!! Apparently it takes longer for nicotine to travel through her giant body because she was beating the hell out that cigarette to compensate, taking very frequent and very intense drags, putting the filter on that cigarette to work to deliver nicotine to the furthest reaches of her expansive female form. Most beautiful, however, were her exhales. They were all so thick and dense that if you saw her from afar without cigarette in hand that you’d figure she was exhaling from a vaporizer rather than an analog cigarette. Sometimes she should would tilt her head up and release those blasts skyward, and it was a pretty short trip to the stars from where she stood! I took a bench right around the corner from the trash can next to where she stood, and while the trash can obstructed my further attempts at photos, I did get a good look at the rest of her smoking show and it never stopped being sublime matching that face and that body to intense cigarette smoking in a way that’s delightfully rare in the year 2017. As quickly and intensely as she was smoking, the show ended in a few short minutes, and she knelt down to the pavement (long trip!) to crush out the cigarette and throw the butt in the trash. I was a little annoyed she didn’t just pollute the butt but I was thrilled with everything I saw.
More than an hour passed and I was venturing to the beer gardens block again. At no point in the day did my mind stray too far from that tall blond in the jean shorts smoking with her male friends, and I allowed my mind to entertain the hope that I just might see her again. Well luck was on my side as there she was, seated on a bench in the same general area just outside the beer gardens, once again with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Unfortunately, she was near the end of this cigarette and I only got to see a couple of drags, but unlike her careful disposal of the previous butt, this one got dropped to the curb directly in front of where she sat. I attempted a few more pics but this batch ended up blurry. She was only sitting there a couple more minutes before the group ventured back towards the beer gardens, but I was able to positively ID her discarded butt as a Camel Crush as I had previously expected. Disappointing encore, you say? Don’t worry….she’s just getting started!
Right around 6:00, a most unfortunate cloudburst disrupted the day at a lousy time with torrential rain falling for about 10 minutes, eating away my great momentum from the late afternoon. But when the storm clouds passed around 6:00, I ventured back in the direction of the beer gardens block. Having seen my tall country cutie with the Camel Crushes twice already on the west side of the beer gardens, every time I approached the area from that point forward, the thought crossed my mind that she might be back. And lo and behold, she was. No telling how long she and her guy friends had suffered without their nicotine during the rain, but they were making up for lost time now with freshly lit cigarettes in tow. Every time my eyes landed on this girl I was temporarily breathless by her beauty and the perfect feminine presentation she was delivering. My camera phone had quit working for a while but I fixed the problem during the rain, and was damn glad I did because I went nuts with the camera and scored a good dozen pics of varying quality (some were amazing!) capturing this girl holding her cigarette near her face, dragging, and simply laughing in the company of her beer-swilling male companions with her shapely body on full display. The only shot I wish I’d have gotten but didn’t was from the aftermath of those deep drags she took where the smoke poured out of her gorgeous face as if an air-tight seal had been broken and delivered a blast of oxygen to a raging indoor inferno. As dark and ominous as those storm clouds were earlier, the cancerous clouds emerging from her mouth at nearly the same altitude as the storm clouds were just as spooky. I waited her out until she finished the cigarette, and like the last one, she littered this one on the wet ground, the smoldering butt giving off an odd-looking haze as it combusted on the drenched pavement. If there was any doubt at all that this girl was my best sighting of the day an hour earlier, this third sighting sealed the deal.
I didn’t want to stray too far from the grandstand during the 6:00 hour because smokers tend to stock up on nicotine outside the grandstand before heading into the concert which starts around 8:00. That evening’s grandstand act was country singer Toby Keith, who seemed like a good bet to draw a decently favorable, if slightly older-skewing, demographic. I approached the east side of the grandstand and got yet another surprise from “her”….her being my tall country cutie in the jean shorts with her three male friends. And even though it had been less than 15 minutes since I last saw her smoking outside the beer gardens, you’ll never guess what she was doing again!!! While this girl was definitely rocking a country outfit, I guess it never occurred to me that she would be attending that Toby Keith concert, even though every indication now was that she was about to do just that. This time, only she and one other guy in the foursome were smoking. I found a close bench and watched the show, not planning to take any more pics since I had already gotten so many. The deep and frequently paced drags continued, along with those sublimely cloudy exhales that made me hope this cutie has her respiratory therapist on speed dial!
This girl never struck me as a smoker when I first saw her in the mid-afternoon, even to the point that I wondered if she was merely a social smoker having a cigarette with the guys while drinking a beer. Now on her fourth cigarette in less than four hours (and God knows how many more I missed) I was definitely not entertaining any further thoughts of her only smoking socially. About three-quarters way through the cigarette, one of the guy friends very briefly broke my heart when he asked her for the cigarette. Little did I know this would facilitate the sexiest moment of the entire day from her. She handed him the cigarette alright, but while doing so she inadvertently let loose one of her giant exhales at a downward trajectory, and given his height compared to hers, he took a blast of smoke in the face big enough to drop some men to their knees. Apparently used to this behavior from this girl, the guy didn’t even respond, simply taking the cigarette from her and not even seeming to appreciate how badly he had just been emasculated…
So that was it right? She couldn’t possibly have any more arrows in her quiver could she? I had about 30 seconds to speculate that this girl had finally run out of ways to blow my mind before she began opening her purse. Sweet Jesus…the pack of Camel Crushes was coming out again! If the shrimpy guy was gonna take the last quarter of her cigarette away, then fuck it, she was just gonna have another one! I had taken a pic of just about every imaginable smoking pose from this girl, but I had yet to get a light-up shot. I readied my phone and she cooperatively dangled the unlit cigarette for about 10 seconds while I prepared the camera. It was a little dark and I was a bit too far away for the image to be perfect, but I nonetheless scored on camera the exact moment when her lighter came to life and ignited the fifth cigarette I’d seen her smoke in a few hours. From there, I just sat back and watched the show as she massacred yet another cigarette with all the usual trappings, and from this distance I noticed more examples of her exhales into the males’ faces, all appearing accidental and none quite as bombastic as when she plastered the guy who requested her cigarette. She put away the cigarette in about four minutes and the group confirmed my suspicion by heading into the grandstand after they finished smoking. I kept close tabs on this grandstand area before the show started and during the intermission following the opening act, just in case they came out to smoke again. If they did, I missed them. Even so, the hottest girl of the day gave me a five-cigarette sighting at the Minnesota State Fair….with the very real possibility that she could have put down twice that many cigarettes and I missed several of them by not being around her consistently all day. Every year I seem to get at least one sighting on my summer fairgrounds’ tour that stands out for its otherworldly intensity. This year it was the tall Camel Crush country girl in the daisy dukes who filled that role.
So there’s this year’s top-25 fairgrounds sightings. Photos of these 25 (some good, some mediocre) will be forthcoming on my Tumblr page probably by early December. And I’ll be back with at least one year year-end best sightings list before New Year’s. Thanks for reading.