It's Not All about Fantasizing

I have been masturbating since Kindergarten. I remember going to school sometimes without wearing any panties under my dress, because of how good it felt to feel the warmth between my legs on the cool chair. As the teacher would talk I would play with myself under my desk.

Then later in life as I became more aware of my surroundings, I started fantasizing as I masturbated which was much more arousing. Recently I've noticed that things have turned into real life experiences with masturbation. I was suntanning at a resort by the pool. A guy walked by and said hello. I smiled and he sat a couple of chairs away. As he read the paper, he would glance over at me and smile. My body reacted immediately and warmed up. I felt the need to touch myself. I slipped my hand down my bathing suit, I was so wet.

I gently played with myself until I couldn't take it anymore. He kept looking at me holding the paper up to his face so no one could notice his staring. I could imagine what he was feeling. I cummed all over my fingers, it felt so good. The sun was so hot and I was sweating. I felt like licking my fingers but I didn't want this guy following me home. I fell asleep in the sun, happy. I really wonder if I need another person at all sometimes.