Actually I fantasize quite a lot. and in great detail. I actually fantasize in colour. i was wondering how many fantasize during masturbation.

Just to determine in how much detail .. i once wrote it down
here it is


Cherry Classmate

I studied in a mixed school, which was very strict, and Teachers used to pre allocate fixed seats during the term. Although I consider myself quite high on the IQ chart, I was very shy in those days and hardly spoke with the girls let alone mingle with them. I was in the 9th standard when Mid-term, my seat was changed to the last bench in the last row.

Her name was Pratiksha. I knew her of course, everyone knows each other in school but I had never more than noticed her. This changed once I was sitting next to her.

Soon, I noticed that she had a beautiful face and a very clear, fair complexion. She was not thin. Not plump either, but just on the higher side. She was tall, around five two, but looked taller as she always stood straight. I knew she was quite intelligent but her attitude had an air of arrogance, as if she did not wish to notice common people.
I started stealing glances towards every once in a while, when no one was watching.

Some days later while I was asking her about some homework, I noticed that her skirt had moved slightly higher than usual and I could glimpse around 4 inches of her thighs above her knees. I was mesmerized. I stopped mid sentence, my mouth slightly open. When I looked at her she just raised her eyebrows.

“What?”
“Nothing.” I said, and looked away.

I wondered if she had noticed, but she gave no indication. All during that lecture my eyes kept moving to her legs. They were milky white, more so where they were usually covered with her skirt. My heart skipped a beat every time I glanced at them. They looked like cream so soft and supple and without a flaw. Half an hour in to the lecture, I was breathing heavier than usual and my heart felt like it was running at twice the speed.

“Are you alright?” - was she smiling, or just concerned, I couldn’t make out.
“I’m ok. Feeling a little light headed. That’s all.” I explained.
“Sure you’re ok?”
“Yes Yes” I looked away.

When I looked back at her she was still staring at me. She was not smiling but her eyes were twinkling.

“Really, I’m ok” I smiled to hide my embarrassment.

I was hard as rock from the moment I saw her thighs. It was becoming pleasantly painful as my member started straining against my underwear. My hardon was almost noticeable and I was afraid Pratiksha would know what was happening. I hardly heard or understood what was being taught that day and it was with a heavy heart and books in front of my shorts that I returned home to my room. I was so excited that I could not wait to open my shorts I started rubbing my dick through them. Three strokes and I came heavily. “SHIT!!!” I had been masturbating for over a year but I had never experienced such a strong orgasm nor ejaculated so much semen. I masturbated twice more that day, with my eyes closed and the picture of Pratiksha’s creamy thighs vivid in my mind.

The next day her skirt was at its proper place two inches above her knee. I was very disappointed. Every time I glanced at her, I wondered if I would ever get to see her thighs again.

“It must be a wondrous accident that I got a glimpse the other day“, I thought, considering myself lucky.

The next day she caught me looking at her. She stared at me with the same twinkle in her eyes and a question on her face. I pretended I was looking at her notes and asked her some silly question. She did not answer me. Just stared at me, a hint of the smile now reaching her lips.

‘God!! She was, beautiful’.

When I looked at her next my heart skipped not one but two beats. The hem of her skirt was higher even than the first day. My prick strained in my shorts and I had no doubt that my hardon was apparent to anyone who cared to look in that direction. I looked up to her face and there she was staring at me with the same twinkle in her eyes. Slowly and deliberately she looked down to my shorts and smiled. When she looked back towards me I could see a glint of lust in her eyes. She moved her thighs and pressed them against each other. All through that day I savored the sight of those heavenly, milky white thighs. I am sure they had never been displayed to anyone in this fashion before.

‘God !!, how I wish I could touch them’, ‘Just a little caress would do’ I thought.

I was keeping my head down the whole of the time as if referring my textbook, unable to keep my eyes away from the most beautiful pair of legs in the world. When I glanced towards her face I saw her staring at my crotch which looked like a freshly erected tent. It was a miracle that no one caught us, or that I was not asked to stand and read the chapter that was being discussed. I wonder how I would have stood up with my dick sticking out under my shorts. The fact that we were at the last bench in the last row, almost hid us, making us invisible unless the students in front turned back to look at us

The palms of my hand had become moist with perspiration and I could do nothing but clutch my pen tightly to prevent myself in reaching out to her thighs. I realized that Pratiksha was feeling the heat of lust as well because I saw her wipe her hands with a handkerchief. I noticed just a bit of tremble in her hands as she put it back, which fluttered, to the ground brushing past her absolutely amazing leg. She made as if she was starting to bend down to pick it up when I whispered.
“Let me…”

All this time Pratiksha had kept her thighs pressed tightly together. When I started to reach down, I saw them tighten and turn pink with the pressure. Time seemed to have stopped. I was unaware of anything in the class. In that moment, only Pratiksha and I existed in the world. When I reached the kerchief I found that my eyes were level with her legs and her thighs were two inches from my face. There was only one thing I could have done.

Slowly and deliberately I reached forward and pressed my lips to them. I was in heaven. There was a sweet fragrance all around me. It seemed there was bright light wrapping me in its glow. My body and my mind seemed to pulsate with a sea of pleasure. With my lips I felt Pratiksha stiffen, take a sharp breath and hold it. After a minute, which seemed like a blissful age she let it out slowly.

Gradually I became aware of my surrounding. I could hear a bell ringing far away. I straightened to notice that I had ejaculated in my shorts. When I looked at Pratiksha I was sure that even she had had an orgasm. Her face was all flushed pink and when she looked towards me there was just a hint of moisture in her eyes.

Every one was leaving.

“Thank You “ she said taking her kerchief from my hands.

Continued…