Peeping at the girl in the same room

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Now, whenever I think back to my time sharing an apartment right after graduation, it always gets me an erection. I can't help but turn on my computer, pull out those pictures, and relive those wonderful memories. Of course, I have countless classic stories to tell about my various voyeuristic experiences from childhood to adulthood, but this time, I'll just talk about the time right after I graduated from university and moved out.
The university I attended was one of the top schools in the area, but I spent all my time playing games and had no interest in studying. Occasionally, I would find opportunities to engage in my voyeuristic endeavors, so my grades were naturally terrible. When I was about to graduate and looking for a job, to be honest, I started to regret it. If I had studied harder, things would have turned out differently. Haha, there's no going back. To save money and make it easier to find a job, I decided to move out. Anyway, I rarely saw my roommates, and being alone in the dorm was incredibly lonely; I couldn't even concentrate on playing games. Right around the time of graduation, housing prices skyrocketed, and rents were rising everywhere. In the end, I decided to find a cheap place to live in a village near the university.
I remember it was a Friday, March, and it was drizzling. I was wandering alone through the streets and alleys of the urban village, looking at the rental ads posted on the walls. To be honest, I hadn't considered sharing an apartment, much less sharing with a beautiful woman. I looked at several places, but they were either too expensive or too run-down.
As it was getting dark, I suddenly spotted a rental ad. It was handwritten, the handwriting delicate, clearly written by a woman: "For Rent, 3rd Floor, Single Room, Phone: xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx". The ad was simple. After a moment's thought, the 3rd floor seemed like a good floor, the price for a single room should be reasonable, and the room should be nearby. I decided to give it a try. So I dialed the number.
"Hello, is this the landlord? Do you have a room for rent?" I asked bluntly.
"Yes, that's right. Where are you?" the voice on the other end hesitated slightly before replying.
When I heard her voice, I thought, "Hey, it's quite nice, sweet, and she looks young. Landlords like that are rare." "I'm on [street name], where are you?"
After a brief conversation, I found my destination. The surrounding environment seemed nice. I waited downstairs for a while, and then a beautiful woman came down. Seriously? Such a beautiful landlady? My first impression was her fair skin, which is quite rare in the south. She wasn't very tall, about 167cm, with big, dark eyes and false eyelashes. Her long, curly hair was casually draped over her shoulders. She was wearing a yellow V-neck t-shirt, and unfortunately, her chest wasn't very large, but she had a petite and cute look. She was wearing white soccer shorts, and wow! Perhaps because the shorts were a bit thin, I could vaguely see her purple panties! Instantly, I got an erection, but I had to fucking hold it in. I glanced
at her and immediately looked away. Seeing my gentlemanly demeanor, she seemed a little relieved. After a few more words downstairs, she led me upstairs. Let me briefly describe this building to you, otherwise you won't understand why my voyeuristic endeavor was so easy to accomplish. The buildings in urban villages are all built by the villagers themselves, generally only three or four stories high, not very large, with each floor typically around 100 to 200 square meters. The beautiful woman led me upstairs, naturally walking ahead of me. Only then did I get a good look at her round, plump buttocks—it felt amazing! I walked very close, deliberately bringing my face close to her buttocks; she didn't seem to notice anyway. I could clearly see the shape of her purple underwear, somewhat like swim trunks, and it was boxer briefs, which made me slightly disappointed.
Upon reaching the third floor, after some conversation, I learned that she was also a tenant. She had rented the entire third floor. Originally, her friend was planning to stay there—judging from her tone, it was probably her boyfriend. I felt a strange pang of jealousy. However, her boyfriend was away on a business trip, and she had already paid six months' rent for this place. It seemed wasteful for one person to live there alone, and since there were extra rooms, she decided to rent one out. It was then that I realized I had stumbled upon a fantastic opportunity. So, I pretended to be looking at the apartment, but actually, I was surveying the layout to lay the groundwork for future spying.
After looking around, I had a pretty good idea of what to expect. This apartment was practically built for me! I was bursting with excitement, but I had to maintain a gentlemanly facade—it was fucking painful. I really wanted to just push this woman down. This beautiful woman was shrewd; she kept a certain distance from me and spoke to me in a cool, indifferent manner.
I thought about it for a moment. The stairs to the third floor were on the outermost side. There was an empty single room near the outside. Turning inside, there were two single rooms. One was by the window, which the pretty girl was living in. The other single room was near the toilet.
There was only one public toilet on the entire third floor—amazing! If I chose the inner single room, the pretty girl wasn't stupid. She'd probably either be wary of me or find an excuse not to rent. There were plenty of other people renting; she could easily find a female roommate. Choosing the outer single room meant it was bigger and closer to the stairs, making it convenient for me to keep watch. Plus, my room door faced the pretty girl's room, so I could easily keep an eye on her coming and going without arousing her suspicion.
So I quickly said, "Your place is alright. There are many rooms, but none of them are very nice. I feel awkward having you, a girl, stay in the inner room. I'll stay in the outer single room, but you'll have to lower the price..."
Hearing this, the pretty girl was clearly slightly surprised. It seemed she had originally thought I would choose the inner room, giving her a reason to send me away.
After several days of fuss, I finally moved in. I also prepared my "tools," such as a full set of black clothes, black socks, and pants with elastic at the cuffs. The most crucial item was my camera. For the first few days, I didn't rush into spying. Instead, I diligently went out to look for work, which was indeed the most important task for me. I would come home at night, close the door, and go to sleep. Later, through casual conversation, I learned that the beautiful girl hadn't graduated yet and wanted to move out for some reason. She basically didn't go to class every day, occasionally attending a lecture, but spending most of her time in her room. I didn't know what she was doing until later...
Clearly, after a week, the beautiful girl had become familiar with me and lowered her guard. Sometimes when I came home late, I would see her outside in her pajamas making phone calls, and of course, she would go back to her room when she saw me.
Once things seemed to have stabilized, I started figuring out how to spy on her. My first target was the bathroom. I noticed the door wasn't very tight, with a small gap at the bottom. I took advantage of a time when she was in class and specifically peeked down, but I couldn't see anything. Undeterred, I finally came up with an idea. I've found that when you really want to do something, you always find a way. The door lock was a simple one that could be opened with a twist of the wrist. If I loosened it even a little, the gap would widen. At night, I could see through this gap, while those inside couldn't see out, and during the day, it was the opposite.
I tried it and found the gap was perfectly positioned, directly in front of the squat toilet. Whenever she urinated, I could see everything. To prevent her from turning on the living room light, I deliberately loosened it a bit. This way, she could turn it on, but it would flicker. I figured, given her personality, she'd turn the light off when I wasn't around, since she wouldn't know how to fix it.
After doing all that, I excitedly stayed in my room, closing the door to create the illusion that I wasn't home, and then started waiting. Around 6 PM, I heard her come back. In March, it wasn't dark yet at 6 PM, so my chance was for her to go to the bathroom, and it had to be after dark. Sure enough, as soon as she came back, she prepared to turn on the living room light, but after a while, I heard her turn it off. By this time, I had already changed into my "work clothes"—all black clothes, black socks, and no shoes—just to keep quiet.
I pressed my ear against the door, listening to what she was doing. I estimated it was around 8 o'clock, and felt the time was right. I quietly opened the door; the hallway outside was dark. I crouched down and slowly approached her room. Luckily, her door wasn't fully closed. I slowly peeked inside. Good heavens! My nose started bleeding at first sight. It was so amazing! The beautiful woman was wearing pink pajamas, made of smooth, thin silk. Her shoulders were smooth, and her collarbones were sexy. It was a spaghetti strap nightgown. Oh my god, she was sitting on the floor, which was covered with a carpet (she's really rich; she rented the place but bought the carpet herself). Her left hand was touching her toes, and her right hand was holding a mouse. She was looking at the computer. But this position really got my crotch moving. Her legs were bent and crossed. The hem of her pink bra wasn't long, and you could easily see her panties, which were also pink. Oh, my breathing became heavy. I tried hard to see her panties, but the distance was too far, and I couldn't see them very clearly. Her smooth, white legs paired with a bit of pink panties made my hand involuntarily go to my penis and start stroking it.
The beautiful woman was focused on the computer, completely unaware that there was a pervert outside, secretly peeping at her and seeing her cute panties. Through the thin nightgown, my gaze wandered upwards, but unfortunately, she was wearing a bra and had her nightgown on, so I could only focus my eyes on her beautiful legs and the area between her legs. The feeling of peeping was wonderful. Of course, I knew this was just foreplay. My hand gradually slowed down, suppressing my throbbing penis, and I waited for her to go to the bathroom.
Perhaps I was lucky, because after watching for only a short time, maybe 20 minutes at most, she moved. I was so scared that I quickly scrambled to the top of the stairs, thinking that she couldn't possibly come out in her nightgown; she was just going to the bathroom. Unexpectedly, I was right. She opened the door and went straight in. I watched her beautiful figure walk towards the bathroom, and when I heard the bathroom door close, I quickly climbed to the bathroom door and looked through the crack under the door. Actually, I was very nervous at that moment, because being discovered would be a disaster.
But I still went in without hesitation. Obviously, the fact that I can write about this experience means that I wasn't discovered. I peeked through the crack in the door and, sure enough, I saw it! A beautiful woman's tender vulva was displayed before me. Her labia majora were slightly thick, but not deep, revealing her labia minora inside. The labia minora exuded a virginal scent, pink and incredibly cute. I really wanted to kiss them. Suddenly, a thin stream spurted from between her labia minora. The woman hugged her legs, looking calmly at the ground, completely unaware that she had attracted a lecherous man. She probably thought this was the first time in her life her tender vulva had been seen. It was so beautiful. Without her noticing, I got a good look at the woman's vulva. You know, the woman's vulva only had a few sparse hairs, and I even touched a completely bald spot! I was immediately terrified and decided that next time I would definitely bring my camera and take some pictures to remember the moment.
She urinated quickly, and soon she pulled up her pink panties, hugged her vulva, and even stroked her crotch. I clearly saw a look of ecstasy on her face when she gently touched her vulva. I etched that expression deep into my mind.
Not daring to linger, I hid at the bottom of the stairs leading to the roof, silently watching her enter the room from the darkness. I was still unsatisfied, but I knew I couldn't be too frequent or too hasty at first, otherwise I could easily get into trouble or be caught. In the days that followed, whenever I had the chance, I would lie down by the bathroom door and peek at the beautiful woman's vagina through the crack below. If the door wasn't closed properly, I would peek through the crack to see what she was doing inside. During this process, I would ejaculate almost every time, but I cleaned myself up very well so she couldn't find any flaws or evidence.
Later, I wasn't satisfied with just peeping at her in the bathroom. I thought of a clever way to peep at her while she slept, because I was very curious about what a girl would do alone in a room.
It was almost May by then, and the weather was getting hotter and hotter. The beautiful woman was also wearing more and more revealing clothes. The weather in the south is quite humid and hot, so the beautiful woman often left the door and windows open to keep the room ventilated, which gave me an opportunity. Of course, my method wasn't as simple as peeping through the crack in the door. I studied her lock and discovered it had an inner bolt and an outer hole with a lock on the outside.
One time, while she was in class, I subtly changed the outer lock and waited quietly in the room for her to come home. It was around 5 PM, the weather was muggy, and the sun hadn't set yet when the beautiful woman returned. Today, she was wearing a sleeveless, thin silk top, through which you could vaguely see her white bra, a denim mini-skirt, and her smooth, white thighs without an ounce of fat. She wore high-heeled sandals, her toes peeking out cutely, and her hair was long, flowing black curls.
I pretended to go to the bathroom and made a point of greeting her. She warmly asked why I hadn't gone out that day, and I told her it was a day off from work. Then I quickly slipped into the bathroom and secretly watched her take out her key to open the door. Sure enough, she couldn't open it after trying for a while. Seeing her sweating profusely in her anxiety, I suddenly felt a surge of blood rushing to my groin. Seeing that it was almost my turn, I pretended to have just finished using the restroom and came out asking, "What's wrong? The door won't open." The pretty girl looked puzzled and said, "I don't know, it seems like there's something wrong with the lock."
I pretended to be curious and said, "How about I try?" Having known me for so long, the pretty girl probably thought I was reliable, so she gave me the key. I pretended to fiddle with it for a while and said, "It is indeed quite strange, it seems like the lock is broken inside." After all this fuss, about an hour had passed, and it was almost 6 o'clock. Seeing that the pretty girl looked a bit exhausted, I immediately felt that my plan was half successful, so I said, "You look so anxious, let me try one more time. Why don't you come to my room and sit down? There's water and paper cups on the table, help yourself, don't be shy."
The pretty girl was indeed a bit tired after all that, and since she had just finished class, she went to my room with my "kindness." After all, she was going in alone, and I was opening the door for her, so she didn't think much of it. My heart was pounding with nervousness. I only breathed a sigh of relief when I heard the beautiful woman pour herself some water. I quietly took out a magnet, fiddled with the lock, and "successfully" opened her door. I said to her in a smug voice, "Beautiful lady, you can go back to your little nest now. This handsome guy has finally opened your door after tireless efforts! You were so careless; it wasn't the lock that was the problem, the bolt on your door was stuck."
The woman looked at me gratefully, probably not expecting this was all a setup. She even invited me into her room, offering me some cookies. I quickly said, "You're a girl, it's not convenient for me to come into your room. You should rest." The woman gave me a deep look. At that moment, I thought that even without drugging her, I could probably still get her. But I love spying, so I had to complete this spying mission first. Now, there was only one last step: preventing her from locking the door. This was actually easy to solve. Because of the heat, if I opened the window, she would definitely open the door herself to cool off, since it wasn't bedtime yet.
Now I could only wait in my room. About an hour later, thinking it was about time, I changed into loose shorts, without underwear, and went shirtless. I pretended to go to the bathroom. When I passed her room, I saw that her door was wide open, and she was already lying in bed asleep, with soft snoring sounds. She hadn't taken off her clothes or skirt, and her body was still lying on her back, one leg dangling off the bed and the other on the bed. It seemed my drug had taken effect.
I excitedly walked over, my heart pounding. I called her name a few times to make sure she wasn't fast asleep, but there was no response. Then, with trembling hands, I gently stroked the leg I'd been wanting to touch for so long. Damn, it felt amazing! Smooth, amazing skin. My erection strained against my shorts. Seeing that she still didn't react, I was completely relieved. So I knelt down and slowly stroked her thighs, slowly reaching under her skirt. Soon, I touched her warm, tender vulva. The vulva I'd seen countless times in the bathroom was now on my fingers. I gently ran my fingers over it, and oh my god, she was wearing semi-transparent lace panties, and a little bit of glistening liquid was seeping from her vulva. I stroked the lace panties with my fingers, gradually increasing the pressure, fully feeling the shape of her vulva—soft, warm! My erection was about to explode.
Because she was sleeping with her legs spread apart and wearing a short skirt, I gently pushed her skirt up to her waist. At that moment, I could clearly see that her white lace panties were decorated with patterns, and the part covering her tender vulva was already soaked. Had I aroused her? I couldn't help but sniff her genitals. A scent that made a man's hormones rise rapidly. Oh my god, I was already intoxicated. I stuck out my tongue and licked her tender vulva through her panties for a while. Suddenly, the beauty let out a moan, which startled me. I quickly withdrew my tongue and looked at her expression. At this point, I was certain that the beauty was having a wet dream because her expression looked very much like she was being fucked, and the fluid from her genitals was starting to overflow, soaking a large area of her panties. I had never seen a woman produce so much vaginal fluid. It seemed that the beauty had been suppressing her sexual desire for a long time.
To be on the safe side, I took out my penis and started rubbing it up and down against her tender vulva. Soon, a wave of intense pleasure washed over me, and a thick stream of semen flowed out, ending up on the beauty's legs, underwear, and the bed. My face instantly turned pale, and I regretted it. How was I going to clean this up? I quickly went back to my room to get some toilet paper and started wiping, cleaning the bed first, then my legs. I left the underwear alone, because I still had some lewd thoughts. When the beauty woke up and found her underwear soaked with sticky stuff, would she blush? She seemed like a virgin; she probably hadn't seen semen before. It was probably just the vaginal fluid from her wet dream.

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