If one is patient enough, rarely do the evening hours at the Minnesota State Fair pass without a blockbuster or epic sighting materializing, and such would be the case during evening of my second day at the 2014 MNSF as I was heading south from the grandstand towards the beer gardens block and wandered into what would become my sighting of the day. An aura of neon white temporarily blinded me as it was now after dusk and there were dark would-be storm clouds overhead, but when my eyes adjusted to the light, I was able to determine the source of that bright white was an 18-19ish long-haired blond sexpot in a pair of outrageously tight and shiny white shorts that seemed like they might tear if she tried to sit down (and interestingly, she never did), caressing a spectacular ass with perfect legs coming out the bottom. She was no less subtle up top with a very low-cut black and silver blouse advertising the upper half of an awesome set of tits, and with several inches of exposed midriff separating her scantily clad feminine assets. Oh, and there was also a very freshly lit 100 mm cigarette protruding from her fingers. I knew I had found something very special……
I was so consumed by this epic blond discovery in those first 30 seconds that only the passage of time allowed me to recover enough to recognize the others in her group. Front and center were two other young girls, one a solidly attractive long-haired dark brunette in a white tanktop and black shorts who also looked in the 18-19 range and was also brandishing a freshly lit 100 mm cigarette, and the other a sweetheart of a light brunette with shorter, shoulder-length hair who was wearing a kiwi-green tanktop and very short medium-blue jean shorts advertising an even better pair of legs than the blond. The third girl wasn’t smoking, which made sense as she looked younger (I was assuming 16 at most) and far more wholesome than the two smokers. She would have been a coup if she had smoked too, but I couldn’t get too greedy and she really didn’t look the type anyway. The other two members of the group were two young black guys in their late teens, one of whom was smoking a Black ‘N’ Mild cigar, but the guys seemed disconnected from the girls throughout the sighting and appeared to be tagging along more than actively experiencing the fair with them. Anyway, back to the blond….
What a hot construction the progression of human development had presented in front of my face! And she was a serious smoker too, taking deep lung-penetrating drags followed by herculean hold times and understandably modest exhales given how much smoke was undoubtedly clinging to her blackened insides. Plus that face was just the perfect picture of a beautiful young girl who has been smoking heavily for a long time, and I had on the tip of my tongue from the get-go who she reminded me of but I wouldn’t figure it out until later, which I’ll get into then. While the sighting in motion for the first two minutes would have been satisfactory given the caliber of girls, I’d catch a bigger break as the trio settled onto a bench across the street from the beer gardens.
As I said, blondie’s shorts were too tight to sit down in, so she stood in front of the bench, but her dark brunette smoker friend sat on the top of the bench with her feet hanging where people are meant to sit, as did the younger nonsmoking light brunette who I assumed was somebody’s baby sister, putting their feminine bodies on full display in an unusually well-lit area. The black guys hovered behind them talking to other people. I hovered effortlessly watching the show and was now able to enjoy some of the dark brunette’s show as well, who was no less than an 8.5 and would have easily gotten a writeup even if she was the only smoker of the three, but amongst this group she was the ugly duckling. But 80% of my attention went to the blond in the white shorts and her stylish performance and sexy profile. In fact, so much of my attention was directed her way that I missed the sighting’s most stunning development yet….
I looked up to the two girls sitting atop the benches and from out of nowhere, the younger girl now had a freshly lit 100 mm cigarette between her fingers as well. How did I miss that?!?! I was kicking myself that I missed what had to have been an adorable light-up, but if I was expecting a beginner smoker performance, she was about to let me down in the best possible way. Her drags were concise, long, and well-practiced, and her exhales were thunderclouds, the cloudiest exhaler of the bunch with triple-jet missiles firing out of the mouth and nostrils of this wholesome teenage face. As amazing as that blond was, the main attraction of this sighting had very abruptly switched girls….
It was way past dark and a photo was not going to turn out, but the spot they were sitting in gave me a glimmer of hope I could capture something worthwhile on camera, and I took a nicely centered snapshot featuring all three girls with cigarettes visible between their fingers. It’s too dark to fully appreciate, at least without the assistance of some FBI-quality image enhancing, but I couldn’t have possibly done better given the circumstances. With the photo out of the way, I just stood back and enjoyed the show, changing positions occasionally to get a better vantage point of one of the girls as rarely did more than a few seconds pass when one of them wasn’t illegally polluting the fairgrounds with her cancerous exhaust. The blond finished her cigarette first, dropping it to the pavement below her feet and crushing it out. I would stay until 2 a.m. if I needed to identify that butt, and it would indeed take awhile as she remained at that spot for a while.
The dark brunette in the black shorts finished her cigarette about a minute later and tossed it to the grass in front of the bench, far enough away that I was able to seize a moment of distraction and approach the butt for an ID. It was a Newport 100 smoked down to the filter. I hung back again for the second half of the teen cutie’s cigarette. I swear each of her drags was followed up by the same thunderclouds fired out of her adorable little face. I had been worried about the storm clouds overhead, but the most dangerous clouds on these fairgrounds were coming out of the face of a teenage girl in microscopic jean shorts with flawless, folded legs hanging over the bench she sat atop…..
And this sighting would have one more incredible surprise in the moments before the light brunette finished her cigarette. The two black guys had been disconnected from the three girls for a good 3-4 minutes at this point, but suddenly they were chatting again, and the black guy with the plastic-tipped cigar was suddenly engaging with the blond sexpot in the white shorts, and holding his cigar towards her. Was this really about to happen? Damn straight! She took the cigar out of his hand and took a drag just as deeply as she was taking from her cigarette moments earlier. And just like after one of the drags from her cigarette, the cigar smoke rented a condo inside her lungs before being released in the form of a stinky exhale. She seemed to like the cigar, and the fact that the black guy was beckoning her to give it a try reaffirmed my suspicion that they probably weren’t that closely connected. The guys most likely just have exceptionally good taste in hot girls and were trying to see if they could land some of the hottest asses at the fair. Whatever the case, she handed it back to him and everyone returned to business as usual. The light brunette soon finished her cigarette and tossed the butt to the grass in front of her much like the dark brunette did, allowing me to approach and ID it without too much difficulty. It was also a Newport 100 smoked almost to the filter, indicating the girls were probably sharing from the same pack. But I still needed an ID on the blond’s cigarette just to make sure, and the group didn’t appear to be going anywhere….
I wanted to do a final midway run of the day, but wasn’t gonna abandon these girls for that long without getting a butt ID, so I just walked across the street to explore the beer gardens block for a few minutes and then returned to their spot, hoping they’d have left….but they still hadn’t. I was mildly frustrated, but my frustration was short-lived as blondie was in the middle of a full-body stretch, her arms raised above her head and her perfectly proportioned body on full display. My eyes centered on the odd 45-degree angle at which her flat stomach was bending out of those tight shorts as she stretched, and I would have paid $1,000 to bed her down at that exact moment. I did another short walk around the half block and this time, by the time I got back, the girls were gone and the bench was open where blondie had been standing. Sure enough, her discarded butt was a Newport 100 as well, confirming my suspicion that all three girls were smoking from the same pack, even though I wasn’t sure which girl possessed the pack. Whoever it was, they made my night at the Minnesota State Fair. I’m glad it never did rain, but even if the skies had opened up at that moment, I would had walked out of the fairgrounds happy as a goldfish in a fresh bowl.
About an hour later, I was getting down to the last half hour of the day and was frustrated by the fact that numbers did not seem poised to approach the 200 threshold that they usually do on Labor Day weekend at the Minnesota State Fair. If anyplace was gonna boost numbers, it was the beer gardens block and I encircled it again looking for quality smoker gals. As I proceeded down the block to the north of the beer gardens, I laid eyes on this blond in white shorts wielding a freshly lit cigarette who had literally launched a pheromone missile my direction, but this was no newcomer to my sightings list for the day. This was an old favorite. It was the gorgeous blond in the bare midriff top and the tight white shorts who was part of my best group of the day and was smoking another Newport 100 only about an hour after her last (and who knows if she smoked more in between). While it was gift enough to get an encore act from her, I figured her partners in crime would be closeby and I was right. The younger light brunette sexpot with the gentle face and the tiny jean shorts was close behind her and right behind her was the dark brunette in the black shorts. Both of them were brandishing cigarettes as well as they traversed the crowded street en route to the midway illegally exposing innocent fairgoers of all ages to their secondhand smoke and their irresistible sex appeal. Only this time the roles were reversed. It was the little girl whose cigarette was two-thirds smoked while the blond and the dark brunette had freshly lit ones in their hands. Given that someone in this group likely possessed the community pack, did this younger girl get a craving before the other two and demand a cigarette first? It seemed entirely possible. The younger light brunette looked back and beckoned the friend who was lagging behind with a “C’mon Nicole!” I’d have preferred to have gotten a name for either of the other two, but was still happy to put a name one of these beautiful smoky girls…
I watched from as close as I dared to get while following the three of them into the midway, seeing all the familiar features of their previous sighting. The light brunette was still producing thundercloud exhales in jet streams out of her mouth and nose, and leaving hovering smoke in her path for passersby to choke on (including me!) while the blond kept up with her long drags and longer-yet hold times before her nice exhales. The dark brunette was the least distinctive smoker of the three but that’s hardly a pejorative description with this trio. The light brunette finished hers first, dropping it to the pavement and not bothering to crush it out, while the other two still had more than half of their cigarettes left as they got in line for carnival tickets….
Unfortunately, the blond made me and I was not in a position to lurk without standing out like a sore thumb. Given that I had been lurking around them not that long earlier, I felt I had to depart sooner than I’d have preferred. But getting one final look at the blond’s beautiful but weathered late teen smoker’s face, it hit me who she looked like….another late teen with a beautiful but weathered smoker’s face who I dated last November named Cami, who for all intents and purposes looked like a lot like the late suicidal country singer Mindy McCready and who, coincidentally, also smoked Newport 100s. Having just turned 37 myself in August, I’m pretty sure Cami will be the last teen smoker I’ll ever get to date, but if I could score just one more, I’d kill for it to be her blond Minnesota State Fair lookalike. And since the two black guys from earlier were nowhere in sight at this point, there’s a good chance she’s available! Reluctant as I was to walk away here, I was elated to have gotten an encore from this trio which secured their standing as my best sighting of the day and indeed the best sighting of the 2014 Minnesota State Fair.