Posted by Mark on August 28, 2007, 4:49:25 I would actually improve upon this sighting just a few minutes later with Sighting #145, the last of what I would consider my blockbuster sightings of the evening (by now it was pretty much completely dark). As I encircling the horticulture building and approaching the Space Tower, I spy two blonde hotties in the 17-18 range. The hottest of the two was the bottle blonde holding a cigarette and sporting a ridiculously tiny white cotton mini-skirt that barely covered her ass. Needless to say, I reversed course and followed them. What a stunner of a smoker this cutie was. I'm not big on nose rings, but this prototypical "party girl" was so cute she actually pulled it off....and her intense drags and cloudy combination exhales were positively astounding. When the girls took note of the aforementioned pop music station playing tunes ahead, they hurried up their pace and stood at the back of a small cluster dancing away to the music playing. The smoker girl's cigarette became animated and that microscopic white skirt of hers danced around and jiggled just underneath her buns. It was quite a sight. The two girls would walk away from the radio station booth after a couple of minutes and the blonde deposited her spent cigarette butt on the curb, a conveniently wide open space where I was able to identify the butt as that of a Marlboro Light. A great day had transitioned to a great night. Sightings #148 and #149 came a few minutes later behind the grandstand area as two 16-17ish girls (one blonde and one brunette) with very attractive features but who looked a little on the naughty side, surprised me not at all by extracting a pack of cigarettes from the one girl's purse. I watched from close proximity as the first girl lit up and wasted little time passing a second cigarette to her friend. I wasn't in a great location to spy, but got to see a couple of satisfying drags. At that point, I was hoping to cross the 150th sighting threshold in style with something memorable, and before I could even finish my thought, I observe a cigarette in the hands of a beautiful long-haired 18-ish blonde (another one who was VERY pretty but like the last girls, looked just a little more mischievous than some of the smokers I'd seen so far today) sitting on one of these cement balls and encircled by a cluster of nonsmoking guys and girls. She had kind of a Cleopatra thing going on with this group encircling her that was difficult to comprehend, but a little bit sexy to witness. Average sightings (at least by Saturday's standards) ensued for the next half hour or so, and as always, the darkness made them harder to appreciate in some of the more poorly lit areas of the grounds. Once again, the beer gardens/women's bathroom seating area would deliver for me, though, with a sighting was like pulling teeth to score. The sighting that was poised to become Sighting #162 would actually become Sighting #164 because it took so damn long for this girl to light up that I actually scored to more modest sightings of hottie passerbys while waiting for her. It was an excruciating process that began with me observing this brunette hottie in a cluster of 21-ish guys and girls extracting a fresh pack of Marlboro Lights from her bag. She handed the fresh pack to a hot blonde standing next to her....and the blonde would break open the new pack. Then she handed the new pack back to the brunette who would slooooowly open it and extract a cigarette. Even after she finally removed the cigarette from the pack, she must have held it there a good 5-7 minutes unlit. I was beginning to wonder if I could or even want to wait her out. Finally, as the group walked away, one of the guys in the cluster (possible boyfriend) would light up the brunette's cigarette. I'm not sure if it was worth the wait because I hoping the blonde who broke in the pack would also light up, but was at least glad I got some reward for my patience. Modest sightings ensued for the next stretch, and I expected to end the evening with a bang as I entered the midway after dark with only a half hour to go before meeting the folks to leave for the night. The midway is the best lit part of the fairgrounds at night and is the domain of copious numbers of young female smokers. Such was the case as I was turning the corner to walk into the midway and find myself behind a pair of 18-ish couples, in which both of the girls had just lit up cigarettes amongst two guys who were not smoking. You gotta love that. The girls, one a pretty blonde in a green shirt and tight jeans and the other an incredible and girl-next-doorish brunette sweetheart in a white T-shirt and striped shorts, would become Sightings #177 and #178. I got to follow them deep into the midway, standing right behind the brunette who was definitely the cuter of the two. I observed her every exhale and watched as the plume of smoke flowed from her lips and was followed by that tiny wisp that escaped her nose at the end of the exhale. The fact that these nonsmoking guys endured the air pollution produced by these stinky sweeties made the sighting all the more hot. The brunette would deposit her cigarette to the ground and crush it out first while the blonde would quickly follow. Unfortunately, the rest of the midway disappointed, and the massive crowds made it hard to get out of there, meaning I wasted much of my final 15 minutes of fetish time and probably ruined my chance of scoring 200. You never know exactly where to be at what time I guess, but I was a little disgusted as I struggled to wiggle my way out of the crowded midway a half-footstep at a time without a smoker in sight. I was fast approaching closing time so would only be able to fit in one more pass by the beer gardens, where I would score a handful of modest/decent sightings, the best of which was a pair of 18-ish cuties in a cluster of company that would become Sightings #182 and #183. The first girl, a girl-next-door brunette cutie with shoulder-length hair, was definitely the more impressive of the two and provided me the needed satisfaction to call it quits for the day. Usually, on my walk out of the fairgrounds and the drive out of the lot past all of the shuttle buses, I can't count on anywhere from 3-5 additional sightings. This year, I didn't get any....but I was nonetheless far from dissastisfied after my best sightings day of all-time, exceeding the quantity of last year's Minnesota State Fair safari by a margin of 184 to 165, and at least matching the quality of last year's and possibly exceeding it. It was an amazing day at the fair....and I wasn't even in as rough of shape physically as I've been following so many past ballbuster all-day State Fair safaris. The sun was out so I got plenty of sunburn, but the lack of scorching heat (the high was 77) kept me from turning my pillow into a heating pad all night. Even my feet, sore as they were, recovered nicely and rather quickly. I definitely ended more than 12 hours of fetishing at the Minnesota State Fair better than I ended 10 hours at the Iowa State Fair that miserably hot day two weeks earlier. It's hard to see how I could possibly do better next year, but after saying that last year and being proven wrong, it's open up my mind to realm of possibilities as it pertains to addicted hotties smoking at the Minnesota State Fair.
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Sighting #142 would be another among my top-10 of the day. Walking down a busy stretch of the fairgrounds that is a heavily traveled block on the fairgrounds, but not one that I walk down often due to sheer logistics, I spotted a cigarette held Audrey Hepburn-style by a VERY attractive 18-19ish long-haired blonde. I quickly reversed course and followed her, quickly determining that she was in a cluster of four friends. Three of the friends were attractive but the other was not. The Hepburn-esque smoker was the most attractive and the other smoker was the least, allowing me to focus exclusively on this awesome blonde hottie in the white tanktop and gray shorts. I got to see smoke almost all of the cigarette, and she spent almost the entire time holding the cigarette with a bent elbow as if she was resting it on a table....while she was walking. That's not a pose I see often on a chick who's mobile in the era of smokers "shamed" about their habit, particularly in such a crowded venue where such a pose could easily burn some unlucky (or lucky, depending on your perspective) passerby. She tossed the all-white to the ground and I watched the cherry burst as it landed on her friend's shoe and was kicked a few inches in front of her, and could tell by the rings as I walked by that it was a Marlboro Light.
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