Head to that back door

My mind was buzzing with all sorts of questions and possibilities as I made my way back into the kitchen. Slowly, I crept towards the sliding glass door, trying desperately not to telegraph my presence by casting any sort of a shadow on the back porch. As I got closer, I could see the leg of one of our deck chairs right near the glass door-- certainly not where it had been earlier. Also, it looked like the chair had its back to house...?

I pressed myself against the wall next to the door and stood as tall as I could, then slowly leaned my head over to attempt a birdseye view. I had to know what was going on, though the growing bulge in my pants was busy hypothesizing. As I leaned slightly I could see... oh my goodness... could I see... There was Ashley, sitting with her back to the house and the external lights off, using the light from the kitchen to illuminate... my photo grasped tightly in her left hand. The view of her right hand was obstructed, but based on her arm movements and bodily response, I was sure what she was doing. My erection hardened to the near concrete. She was masturbating, while looking at MY PICTURE!!! Holy shit! It was like something out of a movie!

I watched her bring herself closer to climax, and I began to caress my solid cock through my pants. It was a few seconds before I realized that I was missing the very opportunity I had been praying for.

I stepped out from beside the door and allowed my full frame to cast a shadow across the porch. Ashley fumbled quickly with the picture, attempting to button her pants as she assessed what exactly was going on. Finally, she turned and faced me, and I turned slightly to allow the kitchen light to illuminate me fully. She was blushing and trying not to make eye contact, but I kept staring at her eyes until she finally met my gaze. Once she was locked on me, I unbuttoned my pants to reveal my enormous erection. I followed her eyes as they traveled south to take in my throbbing manhood from behind the glass door. As I started rubbing my cock, her hand returned to her pants, furiously massaging her clit. It was barely 30 seconds before her body clenched and released in orgasm. I knew I had more work to do, so I released my grip on myself and opened the door.

As I stepped outside I noticed a distinct smell. Ashley coyly bit her bottom lip as she turned the deck chair to face me and slowly sat down to catch her breath.

"You gonna share?" I quizzed.

"I didn't know you smoked... you are... wow... that was... wow." Ashley fumbled some over her words as she raised a half smoked joint to her lips and lit it. She took a deep drag and offered it to me. I took it, inhaled deeply, passed the joint back and looked her square in the eyes again. She exhaled a stream of pot smoke right at me. I dropped to my knees, pulled her pants from her waist and started licking all around her pussy, allowing the smoke to slowly pour from my mouth.

"Holy shit! That is so hot!" she moaned. I continued licking up the remnants of her last orgasm and dancing my tongue across her clit. With every pass, Ashley would buck and grab my head tighter with her left hand. I began licking just her clit with darting precision and glanced up to see her reaction. Ashley tilted her head back, took another drag on the joint and held it briefly. I sped my tongue up as fast as it would go, and just as she started to cum I watched her exhale a thick stream of smoke up to the heavens.

Ashley tossed the joint aside and pulled my head from her lap. "Fuck me," she demanded, smoke still dripping slightly from her lips. "I've wanted you to fuck me for a long time now. And now I know how much you want me, so fuck me. Please."

I kissed her full on the mouth, as her hand began caressing my throbbing manhood. I wanted her for so long, and to find out she was thinking the same thing about me? It was a fantasy come to life.