My experience as a spy in an internet cafe

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My hobby might be different from many people's; I enjoy spying on women.
Watching them shamelessly defecate and urinate in front of me gives me a strong sense of pleasure.
I live in a small city in southern China. Unlike the modern toilets in big cities, most of our toilets are still the traditional, all-through-the-way latrines.
This allows me to frequently experience the pleasure of spying. However, since I'm married and have children, I'm naturally very careful and often think things through carefully, which means I miss many opportunities.
But I have a favorite spot, extremely safe:
my go-to internet cafe. This internet cafe rents rooms in a mid-range hotel built in the 1980s, located in the hotel's annex, which is six stories high.
The internet cafe was originally the hotel's shop, about 100 square meters, but business was bad, so it was sublet to the internet cafe owner. Because it's close to my home, I often go there to play Counter-Strike. As a result, I became familiar with the owner, especially since his brother-in-law lived there. Because we were close in age, we quickly became like brothers. While others charged 2 yuan an hour, I only charged 1 yuan.
When the internet cafe first opened, it didn't have a toilet. Whenever someone needed to urinate, they had to walk dozens of meters to the second floor of the hotel, which was very inconvenient and caused a lot of complaints from customers. The owner, in desperation, negotiated with the hotel to install one. Coincidentally, the hotel staff's toilet, also a ditch-style toilet, was right next to it, separated by a wall.
After reluctantly paying, the hotel agreed to give the owner a squat toilet, building a cement wall to separate the two sides. However, since there was only one drain, the ditch below wasn't sealed off.
Having a penchant for peeping, I had a habit of always checking out the toilets.
I found this toilet to be perfect for spying.
Because it was sandwiched between the internet cafe and the hotel, it had no windows, so it was pitch black inside. The owner had only installed a small 25W light bulb, making it so dim that even the words on a newspaper were hard to read.
The toilet next door, on the other hand, had a large window covering an entire wall, making it very bright. Even the tiles in the ditch shone, so there was no need to worry about being seen through from the other side.
Moreover, because the internet cafe was located in a rather remote area inside the hotel, it wasn't crowded. Usually, only about a dozen regular customers were using it, and occasionally hotel guests would come in to surf the internet.
This was very convenient for me.
The only drawback was that the women I spied on were always the same 20 or so. I had seen all 20 or so women, and I could guess who they were just by looking at their buttocks.
But thankfully, the hotel staff were all quite good-looking and young, generally in their early 20s, at most in their early 30s.
Especially the two young girls at the front desk, they were very pretty, only 18 or 19 years old.
The opportunity came the very next day after I started observing the restrooms.
Actually, I hadn't spied on anyone for two years. Firstly, I still didn't feel very safe outside, and secondly, I was married and had children, so I had more concerns.
So at first, I didn't pay attention, but that day, after I finished urinating, I shook myself and was about to put my penis in my pants when I suddenly heard the sound of running water from next door. Curious, I looked down, and because of the tiled walls, the view from next door was very clear.
I saw the shadow of a large, white buttock.
The door was tightly closed, and it was dark inside, so I wasn't worried about anyone seeing me. Since I didn't bring a small mirror, I slowly lay down on the floor, stuck my head into the crevice, and looked into the next room.
The first thing I saw was a large, white, plump buttock, unusually full and round, perfectly arched. Her thighs were spread wide apart, and her calves were slightly deformed due to the pressure. Her pants were pulled down to her calves, and her fair skin was dazzling. At the end of her thighs, between her buttocks, was a dark, blurry scene. Sparse pubic hair was only lightly distributed above her vulva, and the rest of her body was smooth and hairless. However, the color was not the flesh color in the picture, but a deep brown. Her labia majora were squeezed high and protruded, and tightly closed.
The color of her labia minora was even darker, with cauliflower-like folds hanging down, shamelessly slightly open below. Because she had already urinated, a few drops of urine still clung to her labia minora, slowly dripping down.
However, due to the compression, the slit in the middle did not separate, only a little bit of bright red tender flesh was vaguely visible, which was a pity.
But what attracted me the most was her anus, the lowest part of the bow shape, a light brown hole like a volcano opening and closing from time to time, and rhythmically contracting and expanding, with the sphincter muscles constantly exerting force.
I knew she was defecating, probably a little constipated. There was no movement for a while, but the lines on her anus kept changing as she strained, creating a strange sight. After a long while, I saw the crater-like opening bulge downwards, and slowly widen. A thick, yellowish-brown piece of feces emerged from her anus. Sure enough, she was constipated; the stool was dry and lumpy. As it was squeezed out, her anus made a faint sound. The dense lines on her anus had long since disappeared, replaced by smooth anal walls. The long, thick piece of feces broke off at about 15 or 16 centimeters, splashing water and making a loud "thud" as it hit the floor. After defecating this piece, her lower... It was much better then, much finer, with a steady stream of yellow poop coming out of her anus. Seeing she was almost done, I was eager to see her face, so I hurried out to the hotel lobby pretending to make a phone call. I saw a pretty, fair-skinned, and gentle-looking young woman, around 27 or 28 years old, with her hair in a bun, wearing the hotel uniform, walking out of the restroom. Seeing her relaxed expression, I thought, "She's finally relieved of her constipation, of course she'll feel much better! Hehe!" My first successful voyeurism thrilled me, so I started frequenting that restroom, intentionally or unintentionally. Because I was relatively cautious, I didn't stay inside for long each time, and since people were focused on their computers when using the internet, no one noticed me, which gave me a lot of courage.
However, since only about 20 women used the restroom at irregular times, I often had to wait for half a day, but I figured out a certain pattern.
Because they work in three shifts, they would go to the restroom to get tools like mops and brooms shortly after each shift change, and usually also use the restroom while they were there. This usually happened around 8 AM and 4 PM. As for the evening, I rarely went to see them because of time constraints and the dim lighting.
At other times, it was a matter of luck.
As a result, I ended up seeing most of the service staff completely naked.
And usually, after seeing them, I would check on their appearance.
However, I didn't know what the young girls at the front desk looked like.
I initially thought they didn't use the restroom on the first floor, so I didn't pay much attention.
But because they were young, and I noticed they also liked to use the internet, and I heard their Sichuan accents, I realized they were from Chongqing, classmates, and had come to Jiangsu to work together.
One day, by chance, I went to the toilet as usual to wait. After a while, nothing happened, and I was about to give up when I suddenly heard voices from next door. It was a Sichuan accent. I was overjoyed, knowing it was them. So I lay down in the ditch to wait. They squatted down in the two spots closest to me.
The girl closest to me had her back to me, while the other girl was facing me. I could enjoy different views of their tender little holes while they were using the toilet from two different angles. I was extremely happy.
Because the girl next to me was very close to the wall, I had to bury my head quite deep to see her. However, this angle allowed for a clearer and more comprehensive view. (As everyone knows, when someone is facing away from a peeping tom, you can usually only see the buttocks and the side of the anus; forget about seeing the vulva.) Because my angle was so low, I could see not only her anus but also her mons pubis clearly.
Let me first talk about the girl closest to me. She was very close to my eyes, at most a foot away, so I could see her very clearly. She
had round, pointed buttocks that protruded downwards. Her skin was very fair and delicate, but there were faint stretch marks on the outer side of her buttocks, which affected her overall appearance. Her cleft was deep. Because she was wearing a skirt suit, the skirt was pulled up to her waist, and only a pair of black lace panties with openwork trim were pulled down to her knees. She was clearly the type of person with a lot of body hair; I could see a lot of long leg hair on her calves, which weren't wearing stockings.
Even more horrifying was the dense, messy pubic hair covering the vulva, extending from the front all the way to the area around the anus. Not only was the mons pubis completely obscured by pubic hair, but it even reached the groin. Although I was very close, I couldn't see the vulva in its entirety.
The anus was alright; although there was long pubic hair around it, it was much lighter, and I could clearly see the chrysanthemum-like patterns inside. However, the labia majora were completely obscured, with only a tangled mass of dark pubic hair. Even the opening was barely visible. Fortunately, the labia minora were hairless, with two fleshy flaps hanging down slightly outwards, separating the opening from the labia majora. The tender, bright red flesh inside the slightly parted labia minora was clearly visible. A stream of urine gushed out from the slightly parted opening. A young girl's urine is powerful; it hit the floor in the ditch and bounced everywhere, with a few drops even splashing onto my face.
I was engrossed in the view and didn't pay any attention.
Looking at the girl a little further away, she appeared completely different.
Although we were quite far apart, I could see her clearly. Her buttocks, directly in front of me, were very pointed and thin, with little flesh. Although her thighs and calves were close together, her calves didn't appear thick. Her slender, long feet wore mid-heeled sandals, very sexy.
Her genitals were surprisingly clean, unlike most women's dark patches. Only a few sparse, curly pubic hairs grew at the very top of her mons pubis, lying flat against her lower abdomen. The pubic hair stopped abruptly at the mons pubis. Her labia majora were completely hairless, and their color wasn't brown, but rather similar to the surrounding skin, making them appear even whiter and more lovely. Her labia minora, unlike the girl next to me, were only small, fleshy red strips. Because her legs were spread wide, her vulva was open, revealing tender, bright red flesh. I could vaguely see the clitoral hood brazenly exposed.
The girl's anus was moving up and down, as if she was about to defecate. I was overjoyed, but then I heard a "poof" sound—she had just farted. I suppressed a laugh. The two girls were talking while wiping their genitals with toilet paper.
I reluctantly got up and put on my pants.
After coming out, I realized I still couldn't tell them apart by their buttocks.
However, through careful observation, I noticed that one of the girls had very thick eyebrows, which led me to conclude that she was the owner of the bearded girl's genitals.
Later, when they came to the internet cafe, I stood behind them, saw their QQ numbers, and added them as friends, making them happy every day.
Until three months ago, I accidentally let it slip, and naturally got to know them. Of course, because of the significant age difference, I took good care of them, and they were unaware of my spying.
The girl with the thick pubic hair even enjoyed chatting and joking with me, and I even took them out for late-night snacks a few times.
Because I already have a family, I didn't dare to make any advances, but I really wanted to have sex with any of them.
Unfortunately, due to poor management, the owner sold the internet cafe at the end of last year.
From then on, this safest place was gone.
It's such a pity.
I didn't know about the hidden camera website before, and I didn't take the act of being secretly filmed too seriously, but now I really regret it. Even if I didn't dare use my DSLR camera, I could have taken some pictures with my phone and posted them on a forum. Unfortunately, that opportunity is gone.

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