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Being spied on makes me so excited 

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I live in a small town in the south. I'm 25 years old and have been married for over three years. My husband and I have a good relationship and a two-year-old daughter. My husband is a salesman at the local hospital and travels frequently. I worked in a factory, but the business wasn't good, so I quit and stayed home to take care of our child.
We live in a hospital-allocated apartment, shared by several families in one courtyard. The hospital isn't doing well, and the staff quarters are very basic. There's only one very rudimentary public toilet in the entire area, with cracks everywhere in the walls. Perverts often peep at the women using the toilet there, making it very awkward for the women in the courtyard. I've even become a little afraid to use the toilet myself.
About a year ago, one afternoon, I went to the toilet. Because I needed to urinate urgently, I lifted my skirt and pulled down my underwear at the first stall near the entrance. I had just squatted down and was urinating when a strange boy, about sixteen or seventeen years old, suddenly barged in. He seemed to have entered the wrong toilet. He stood about a meter away from me. He kept apologizing as he backed away, but his eyes were fixed on my lower body. I lowered my head in embarrassment, my face as red as if I'd been punched. Only after he left did I calm down.
I heard the boy enter the men's restroom next door. There were very few people using the restrooms at midday, and hearing the sound of urination from the next stall, I couldn't help but peek through the crack. He was the only one standing there urinating. I saw his genitals; they weren't as dark as my husband's, but they were larger. His penis was still covered, and when he pulled it up, I saw his pink vulva—so cute! It made me wet.
Then, he suddenly walked to a stall near the women's restroom, squatted down, and peered into the women's area through the crack. If I hadn't dodged quickly, our eyes would have met. I quickly pulled out some toilet paper to wipe myself clean, trying to pretend I didn't know someone was watching. I spread my legs, wiped myself dry, then stood up, pulled up my underwear and skirt, and hurriedly left the restroom, heading home.
All the way home, I kept thinking about what had just happened—his childish eyes, his crisp jeans… The more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable I felt, and my lower body became even wetter.
I saw him standing in the rain. This time, I spoke up. I asked, "What do you want?" He said, "I'm sorry, I like you. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You're the first woman I've ever seen with her genitals and breasts. I like you." I didn't know what to say. He was in the rain, and I felt so sorry for him. What should I do? I'd fallen for him too. Actually, what I liked at the time was his big penis. I dragged him to my house, pulled him inside, and looked at him. I said, "You've taken enough of me, what else do you want?" He said, "I like you. I didn't mean to go into the women's restroom. Please forgive me, okay?" I said, "I forgive you at first, even though you didn't know. But why were you staring at me in the
men's restroom? And why were you peeking at me when I was taking care of the child?" He said, "I just wanted to apologize, but I was attracted to your body. I really like you. It was the first time I'd seen a woman's body, and I couldn't help myself. You saw mine too." When he said he'd seen his, my face burned with embarrassment. I looked at him; he was soaking wet and seemed a little cold, shivering slightly. His clothes clung to his body. I saw his eyes staring straight at me; his face looked childlike and innocent. Looking into his eyes, I noticed his wet pants were bulging, and I realized I was wearing very little clothing. I was wearing a very small bra and shorts, and his large penis was standing erect. Blushing, I asked him where he was from and how old he was. He said he was from the countryside and worked on a construction site; he was 17. I asked if he often peeped at women. He said he had, but never clearly. This was the first time he'd seen something so clearly. I thought to myself, "Yes, you stood there staring for over a minute, how could you not see clearly?" He didn't seem like a bad person. At that moment, I really started to like him, but I couldn't make a move. I asked, "What do you want now?" He said, "I just wanted to apologize." I said, "Okay, I forgive you. Let's consider today's events alright." He said, "Thank you, I'm leaving." I said, "It's raining so hard outside, how are you going to walk?" He said, "I'll walk in the rain." I said, "You'll catch a cold. Wait until the rain stops." He thanked me. I asked if he was cold. He didn't answer. I said, "If you're cold, take off your clothes." I gave him a towel to dry himself. He took it and looked at me. I lowered my head. He said I was taking off my clothes. I turned around and walked to the bedside. I said, "Go ahead and take them off." My house is very poor; it's just one room, no living room, only a bedroom. I lay on the bed facing inwards. I heard him taking off his clothes. I really wanted to see what he looked like, to see his big penis. I slowly turned my face and saw that he was only wearing his underwear. I saw his underwear bulging high, so big.
He turned around to face me, smiled, and said thank you. I could see his big penis even more clearly now; it looked much bigger than my husband's. I said, "No need." The thunder outside was getting louder and louder, and the rain was pouring down. Suddenly, there was a clap of thunder, and the power went out. I was so scared. I asked, "What are you doing?" He said, "I'm just standing here."
I said, "I'm so scared. Aren't you coming over?" He didn't say anything. I sat on the bed, too scared to move. A very bright flash appeared. I saw him still standing there, his clothes completely off, his hand gripping his huge penis. I felt so excited; my vagina was wet, soaking through my underwear. I still wanted more. But I couldn't say anything. He asked if I was scared, and I said I was terrified. I asked what he was doing, and he said nothing, he'd protect me, okay? I didn't know what to say. I didn't speak, and I felt him quietly approach me. Then, in a flash, I saw him standing in front of my bed. This time I could see him more clearly; his huge penis was almost touching my stomach. It was so big, so long, so scary! I didn't speak. He said, "Can I sit next to you?" I didn't speak, and he sat down beside me. I felt his buttocks right in front of my feet. I gently stretched my leg out, and I touched his body. Then he touched my calf. I didn't speak. His hand slowly moved upwards. When he touched my thigh, I grabbed his hand and said, "No, I can't take it." He said, "Your skin is so smooth, so beautiful." I didn't have the strength to stop his hand, and I let it slide upwards. He was almost at my inner thigh, I felt it, his hands were so strong, my vagina was so tight, my juices were about to burst.
Then a flash of lightning, and I saw his huge penis. I wanted it so badly, husband, I couldn't resist anymore, what should I do? He said, "Can I lie down with you?" I didn't answer, and he sat down next to me. He touched my genitals with one hand and held me with the other. I was so excited, I felt my juices gush out. He touched my vagina through my underwear and said, "Do you need to pee?" I almost laughed out loud. He didn't know anything! I said no, let's not do this, okay? He didn't answer. He pulled down my underwear and touched my vagina. He whispered, "Is this what I saw today? Is this what they say is the place where you give birth? I heard them say it's a woman's most secret place, the place men yearn for most." I said no, I was scared. He asked what I was scared of. I didn't answer. He said, "Take off your clothes, okay?" I said no. He ignored me and pulled down my underwear. I wasn't as strong as him and couldn't resist. When I tried to stop him, I touched his big, hard penis. I felt it tremble. I had no strength left. My hand was on his penis, and I didn't want to move.
It was so hot, like a burning rod. One of his hands touched my breasts, making my milk come out. He even opened his mouth and sucked on my nipple. It felt so good. His other hand touched my vulva, making it so itchy. It made my vaginal fluid flow out again. His fingers actually inserted themselves into the opening where my vaginal fluid was flowing out. Ah...
He asked me what was wrong, and I said, "No, don't... it hurts so much." He quickly pulled his finger out. I felt so empty inside, so I grabbed his hand and begged him not to let it out... He inserted his finger into my vagina, and it felt so good. His finger was still teasing inside. I used my hand to stroke his penis and vigorously moved it. He leaned over me, one hand touching one of my breasts, the other touching my vagina, and he was sucking on my breast milk. I used my hand to stroke his big penis, and I felt my orgasm coming, such an intense orgasm, and I cried out. He asked me what was wrong, and I hugged his neck and kissed his lips, not wanting him to speak. I was completely enveloped by his body. I put my little tongue into his mouth, and our tongues touched. I felt his whole body trembling. He pressed me down with his whole body, making it hard for me to breathe. It felt so good, so exciting. I've never felt this excited since I got married. My orgasm has never been this intense. My husband rarely has foreplay when we make love. The passion of foreplay and the thrill of infidelity... Today, I was so ashamed because he was spying on me, and I had an intense orgasm. His big penis hadn't even entered me yet, and he gave me such great sexual bliss. What's going on?
He pressed down on me, his penis against my lower abdomen. Suddenly, the electricity came on. Seeing us like this, I felt shy, scared, and excited all at the same time. I knew what was going to happen next. I had fallen for him. My body was just one step away from giving itself to him, letting him penetrate me. I wanted him to penetrate me; I wanted him to give me an even bigger orgasm, to give me more passion. I couldn't take it anymore. I knew I didn't want it anymore. Would he let me go?

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