Two very enjoyable experiences

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That was before the high school entrance exam in my final year of junior high. There was a girl in my class who was good at sports, had a great figure, and was pretty. We got along really well. A few times when we arm wrestled or fought over things, I could see into her neckline, but since her breasts were small, I couldn't see anything. Once, I think we were doing something, her clothes got caught on a hook on my jacket, and when she struggled back, her neckline was pulled up, and her bra probably got askew. In that instant, I saw a barely visible cleavage, just a shadow over her breasts, a white lace bra, and her dark areola peeking out from under the cups, and her erect nipples, half-hidden. It all happened in a second, but it felt like an hour. She realized something was wrong, blushed, and ignored me, but we were completely friends again the next day, haha.

This same girl was the one who loved wearing sandals the most in junior high. I'd been secretly watching her sandal feet for a long time, but I won't go into details. Once, we were playing a money-grabbing game (brainless junior high students have so much fun), and in a moment of panic, she stepped on a coin under her sandal. I'm a foot fetishist! I tentatively touched her bare instep—so smooth! Then I slipped my fingers under the sole of her shoe (a sandal with a slight heel, big enough to slip my fingers in). She didn't seem to mind, even trying to suppress a laugh to see what else I had to do. This was quite something! I grabbed her foot from the instep, squeezing and stroking it, feeling the bones and blood vessels beneath her skin wriggle with her toes. Toes! Thinking about it, I started grabbing her plump big toe, her slender second toe, and her cutest little toe. I squeezed my fingertips between her toes, thrusting and poking (very gently, of course), tickling her toe pads with my nails. She wasn't too ticklish, just clenching her toes to resist my intrusion, her toenails turning white from the pressure. Then I suddenly attacked her soft, springy heel, scraping the deep lines of her foot.

Next, I invaded her arch, stirring and swirling my fingers around on her warm sole. She finally burst out laughing, releasing her foot in surrender. In her eyes, we were just playing a game, and tickling my feet was just a prank (she often suddenly pricked my ticklish spots too). But I was already incredibly hard. Although it wasn't peeping, it felt very similar—the thrill of secretly doing something naughty.

By the way, I actually quite liked her, but she was already with my buddy, so naturally I didn't pursue her.

My buddy was there when we were playing tickling, and everyone was laughing. Kids are so innocent!

In high school, I looked at necklines, cuffs, and feet a lot. I rarely saw under skirts, but I took pictures a few times. The most satisfying time was when the school library had several large sofas where we sometimes took naps. One day, the prettiest girl in the class next door was sitting and sleeping on my left, and my buddy was sleeping on my right. There was a row of bookshelves in front of us, and behind the bookshelves was the study room. You could see people studying through the gaps in the books. I actually seized the opportunity, reached between the prettiest girl's relaxed legs as she slept, and took a bunch of pictures with the flash. This was the first time in my life I had seen high-definition women's underwear—plain white, with a sanitary napkin stuffed in the middle! Later, she was sleeping so soundly that she leaned on my shoulder, drooling and wetting my clothes. When she woke up, she blushed and apologized. That's how we met. We didn't date much afterwards. This year, she came back from the US, and we had dinner together, talking about that awkward first meeting. And right under the table, I took a picture under her skirt; now it's black lace. I guess I've witnessed her growth.

The most daring thing was when I impulsively peeked into the girls' dormitory across the way and saw a female student I didn't know changing clothes. Big breasts, white bra, average looks. Girls are usually careful, but to see someone changing clothes without drawing the curtains on the first time I peeked, while I didn't see that on the third or fourth time, I guess I was really lucky.

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