It was Thursday evening at my local county fair in 2014 and my friend Corey was already on the fairgrounds, where I spotted him a couple of times from a distance, but was trying to avoid him to allow myself more fetish time. One place where I figured he’d be easy to avoid was the midway so I started heading that direction, but wouldn’t get far before I’d come across a foursome of 18-ish girls walking the other direction, two of whom were smoking. One of the four was the least attractive of the group, a curly haired brunette who was good enough for my sightings count but who became elevator music instantly thereafter because the other girl who was smoking was a stunner, a long-haired blond in a white tanktop and tight dark jeans. She had a real classic look about her and stood out as easily the prettiest of the four girls in the group. I was salivating at the prospect of snapping a couple of pics in motion and managed a few….nothing exceptional by any stretch but at least one head shot that will preserve this girl’s beautiful image for eternity.
And I also got to admire her smoking show. There were no stylistic bells and whistles but I will absolutely never get tired with seeing a cute teenage girl walk through a crowded fairgrounds during daytime hours shamelessly smoking a cigarette and exhaling into the crowd. And with each year that smoking becomes more culturally vilified I find that much more irresistible. The sighting took on a new player as the group of girls stumbled into an 18-19ish guy and, sure enough, it appeared to be the boyfriend of my favorite blond smoker who put her arms (cigarette hand included) around his waist and gave him an affectionate semi-hug that forced him to choke on her smoky stench. The group stayed in place for a bit and I hovered, hoping to still score a butt ID. I had to field a call from Corey to “meet him at the goat barn” but still managed to fetish while on the phone, identifying the blond’s discarded cigarette as a Camel Menthol.
The grandstand show by Thomas Rhett, which I later attended with Corey, was definitely the highest energy of the three so far that year, although his brand of “bro country” isn’t really my thing. I was disappointed that he didn’t seem to bring out more nicotine-starved young country cuties than he did, but there was a small sliver of salvation in the final minutes as I saw a familiar face in the smoking area….that beautiful 18-year-old blond who I saw emerging from the midway smoking a Camel Menthol before the show. She was with the boyfriend and another of her nonsmoking blond friends standing there and, sure enough, she was removing a Camel Menthol from the pack in her purse and lighting up. Not sure who to compare this girl to beyond an obscure reality show contestant but she really was a beauty. I had hoped to see her again that night but no such luck.
I was having an above-average night of sightings at the local county fair on Wednesday evening in 2016, and I saved my best moment of the evening for last. I was heading towards the sparse north side of the grounds near the livestock barns and farm equipment to make a final lap of the grounds for the night around 11:00 with the midway already going dark and the crowd rapidly dispersing. I turned my head in between two livestock buildings, observing complete darkness save for the silhouettes of three approaching females, at least two of whom were quite young. I had a good feeling about this trio and then turned to my left to approach and almost immediately noticing the hand of one of the younger gals approaching her mouth, followed by the scant illumination of a cigarette cherry as she dragged. Jackpot! I kept walking and as I crossed paths I looked the trio over pretty good. There was an only mildly attractive middle-aged smoking mother closest to me and two very hot daughters to her right. The girl in the middle looked about 21 and had the best presentation from a distance, a decently attractive face with long platinum blond hair, a blue tanktop, and very nice fitting white shorts. Unfortunately she wasn’t smoking. But standing to her right was the girl who was smoking, an absolutely gorgeous long-haired 21ish blond in a light green top and very tight blue jeans.
Unfortunately, I now had a problem as we made eyes with each other and now I had to turn around if I wanted to follow them and see more. I waited a brief moment and then did, watching the three women navigate in between the farm equipment en route to the beer gardens where I figured they’d disappear to. If that was the case, my window here was narrow to see anything else as I followed in between the farm equipment, frequently losing my vantage point due to the obstructions. Fortunately, when I got through the obstacles and approached the entrance of the beer gardens, my prediction was wrong as only one of the females went inside, and it was the nonsmoking blond in the white shorts. The smoking mother and daughter would continue hanging outside and finish the smoking show for me. I took a bench and enjoyed the festivities….
I finally got a really good look at the face of the beautiful blond smoker. She was a perfect 10, radiating supermodel-quality beauty with a Midwestern flair, and she also happened to be a girl I think I saw before and got a photo of while smoking in 2014. You don’t see a face this pretty every day and I always hoped after the brief sighting I got of her two years ago that I’d see more of her, but didn’t until tonight. Unfortunately a couple of guys who knew the mother and daughter approached and began talking to them, occasionally wandering in and out of my view of the smoking blond. I still got to see a few really nice drags though. There was nothing distinctive about her style, but seeing a haze of exhaled cancerous smoke that was produced by a girl this beautiful in the presence of her mother and two nonsmoking guys was such a thrill. All too quickly, she surrendered the butt to the pavement and crushed it out, continuing to stand there chatting with the guys and her mom.
The sister was now coming out of the beer gardens searching for the two smokers, ultimately sending a text as she wasn’t seeing them. The smoker quickly received the text and wrote her back, and they reunited within a minute or so. The females separated from the guys and headed southward, allowing me to approach her butt and discover it was a Camel Crush. Two years ago she was smoking a Camel Menthol, reinforcing my suspicion that it was probably the same girl. The nonsmoking sister ventured to get a slice of pizza and I was able to get a couple of closer looks in passing at the smoker girl as she waited. To call her the prettiest face at the fair last night that had a cigarette hanging out of it would be a massive understatement. A night that had already produced its fair share of memorable sightings had really closed with a winner here. I crossed my fingers I’d see more of her in the coming nights because she’s worthy of top-10 caliber status, but I never did.
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.