Nantucket

Nantucket by Scott O.K. I've got my nerve up, so here's a story to earn my membership. I hope everybody likes it. The summer I turned nineteen I was living onNantucket. The islands always flooded with college students looking to work enough to pay for a summer on the beach. Jobs are easy to comeby, but living space can be tough. Consequently, anybody who owns property tends to rent out every available inch. Our house had anenormous enclosed porch. Nobody in the house ever used the big front door (we came in the back) so we rented the porch out along withkitchen and bathroom privileges. The girl who rented it was a brunette freshman from UMASS named Amanda. Amanda was eighteen, with acute elfin face, and big dark eyes. I had pretty much decided she was either flat chested or not through developing until I saw her in herbathing suit for the first time. She actually had adorable, round little b cups that any but the tightest shirt would hide. She rode a mountain bikeas a hobby and as transportation, and she often wore black bicycle shorts that showed off her muscular thighs, tight little butt, and when I waslucky, the cupped, cleft mound of her sweet treasure. Two windows faced from the front room of the house out to the porch. Amanda had hung white curtains across all the windows, and Ihad all but given up on seeing anything intriguing. One rainy Tuesday afternoon, however, I discovered otherwise. I was sitting at mycomputer reading my e-mail. I had showered after coming from a morning swim, and I was still in my bathrobe. My chair faced Amanda'swindow, and as I looked, I became aware of movement behind the gauzy white fabric. My cock already stiffening, I crept closer for a betterlook. Through the fabric of the curtains, I could see Amanda's feet at the foot of her bed. I've never been much of a foot person, although herswere cute. (Unpainted toe nails and a silver toe ring). What caught my attention was the strange way they were moving. She was gently flexingher toes, stretching out her ankles. As I watched, her left foot pulled higher up her leg out of sight as somewhere hidden from me she bent herknee and parted her legs. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh accompanied this, and a moment later her foot slid back into view. I began to realizewhat I was seeing, and realized that I desperately needed a better view. The other porch window was the ticket. The curtain and shade leftabout an inch between the edge of the window and what they covered. My heart pumping in my chest, my dick beginning to throb in time to it,I cautiously put my eye to the window. I reached down into my robe and began rubbing my cock. Amanda was stretched out on her bed, wearing a pair of white panties and a sports bra. A pair of damp cutoffs lay crumpled beside herbed. She kept her legs together, and her right hand was slowly sliding up and down over her white cotton covered mound. As I watched, shelifted the waistband of her panties with her left hand, and slid her hand down into her underwear. Her legs parted and her hips pushed forward.I could see her fingers pressed tight against the crotch of her panties, and I saw her reach down almost underherself, pause in her rubbing, andinsert a finger inter her little cunny. At this point it didn't take either of us very long. She began fingering herself in earnest, her head rockingback and forth on her pillow, the rain outside nearly covering her ragged breathing, my barely suppressed moans, and the wet sounds we bothmade as we rubbed and fondled ourselves to orgasm. All at once I saw her toes and legs stretch down as if she was trying to touch the foot ofher bed with her toes. She pushed her finger deep against herself, and I knew that in her underpants she was shoving her finger up into herselfas far as she could as her cunt spasmed around her finger and pumped her fluids onto her hand and into her panties. My dick stiffenedcompletely against my will, and I pumped glob after glob of hot cum onto the carpet, hoping desperately that nobody came into the room. Bythe time I pried my eyes open after my cum, she had stood up and pulled a towel around her self. I barely had time to cover up before she camein the house and passed me on her way up to the shower. Her cheeks were flushed, and she gave me an intensely sexy smile as she walkedpassed. To this day I swear I could smell her excitement as she passed. I jerked off four more times that day, (ah, youth) enthralled at thememory of pretty Amanda's jilling off.