My experience of peeping in the university toilet

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I'm a sophomore at Shenyang X University. What I'm about to tell you is an absolutely true story from last summer, during my freshman year: I was peeping into a women's restroom and masturbating on the spot. Our university has some of the best facilities in Northeast China, even the restrooms. Our library has five floors, with one restroom on each of the east and west sides of each floor. The layout is winding; outside the restrooms is a corner corridor, the outer part of which is a locker room for students. Turning into the corridor leads to the restrooms, with separate doors for men and women, the women's on the outside and the men's on the inside—meaning to use the men's restroom, you have to pass by the women's restroom door. One afternoon last summer, I went to the fourth-floor restroom in the library to smoke. I heard someone flushing in the women's restroom, knowing a girl had finished. I immediately felt the urge to peep. So I went to the men's restroom door, pretending to smoke, waiting for my chance. I had to wait until no one was inside before I could sneak in; otherwise, it would be too dangerous. I stood there smoking two cigarettes, during which several girls went in and out of the restroom. I knew I had to be patient and wait until no one was there. I silently kept track of the number of people who went in and out, making sure everyone was inside. Finally, no one came in, but I still waited—I was worried someone might still be inside, taking their time. Once I was sure no one was inside, I quickly bent down and scanned every stall—because our toilets have wooden doors with a gap of about ten centimeters between the bottom and the ground; if someone was inside, you could see their feet. Great, no one was there! So I seized the opportunity, darted into the women's restroom, found a stall in the middle, opened the door, slipped inside, and locked it. Since our school is a teachers' college, the proportion of girls is significantly higher than boys, so the women's restrooms have more space and stalls. For example, the men's restroom has two stalls, while the women's restroom has nine or ten—the women's stalls are arranged in two rows on either side of the entrance, basically symmetrical. I went into the left row, the middle one. In other words, when the girls in my row of stalls came in, I could only see their sides from under the wooden board, while I could see the girls in the other row from the front—this arrangement was like a negotiation table with four or five people on each side, divided into two camps. I had only been hiding in my stall for less than half a minute when I heard footsteps. I squatted quietly, afraid to make a sound. This girl chose the door opposite me to the right, went in, locked the door, unzipped her pants, and squatted down. Only then did I forcefully lower my head and look out from under my door. I saw her two feet peeking out from under the door, but I couldn't see her vagina because she wasn't squatting low enough; it wasn't below the bottom edge of the door. With a sound of urination, I saw a stream of water shoot out between her legs, intermittently shooting into the toilet bowl. To be honest, I wasn't excited when I saw the first one, just nervous. Before the first girl finished urinating, another girl came in, choosing the stall right to my left. Looking down, I saw she was wearing pink sandals. Peeping from the side, while impossible to see a girl's vagina, allows for a close-up view of half her buttocks. This girl became the first one whose buttocks I saw. I saw a line of water connecting her legs to the toilet bowl, her buttocks taut from squatting. She certainly never imagined that a handsome guy was quietly watching her buttocks less than half a meter to her right. In the next five minutes, six or seven girls came and went to the toilet. Listening to their various urination sounds, even without seeing their vaginas, still excited me. The girls wore all sorts of shoes: plastic sandals, leather sandals, high-heeled shoes, sneakers, platform shoes, and so on. Looking at their shoes, I tried to guess what they looked like. Although I couldn't see their faces, I could at least estimate their height based on the size of their feet and the shape of their buttocks. Later, two girls came in pairs and squatted in the stall opposite me. One finished quickly and went to the mirror by the door to tidy herself up. The other, wearing sneakers and jeans, remained silent. The person outside asked her, "Why are you taking so long?" She replied, "You go first, save me a seat. I need to poop." But I noticed she didn't poop after urinating; she was very quiet in that stall, which was puzzling. What happened next still excites me to this day!! Because the next girl to come in was someone I knew!! Although I couldn't see their faces, I could hear their voices. A girl named Wu Yueming was from the music department. She and a classmate went into the restroom together, chatting as they went, and each squatted in one of the stalls on either side of me, with Wu Yueming on my left. Of course, I wasn't going to let that opportunity pass! Most of the girls in the music department are considered beauties in our school; not only are their faces pretty, but their figures are also excellent. I think this is probably because they've practiced dance and physical training since childhood, and they usually pay attention to their diet. This Wu Yueming majors in saxophone, is about 1.6 meters tall, has a cute face, and is very well-developed, especially her legs, which are very strong, and her buttocks are round and firm. I've secretly admired her buttocks from behind more than once, and I've had the urge to pinch and bite them more than once. In the summer, she liked to wear black leggings, and I had noticed the lines of her underwear digging into her buttocks. But now, right next to me, she casually took off her pants and squatted down. How could I not have a nosebleed? Today, she was wearing gray athletic pants, and the underwear she wore at the back of her legs was light pink. She was wearing transparent sandals and pink nail polish. I squatted there, bending over and lowering my head, even using my hands for support. Her buttocks were so sexy! Fair skin, just the right amount of fat. I almost reached under the partition to touch them. But I could only feast my eyes, not my mouth. Because I was lowering my angle so much this time, I not only saw her but also the hair between her buttocks—of course, because her hair was quite thick, not only in her lower abdomen but also near her vulva, so I could see everything! Wu Yueming didn't urinate suddenly; I guess she didn't hold it in much and it flowed slowly, with urine staining her pubic hair. And probably because she urinated slowly, some urine even dripped onto her buttocks!! What a huge discovery! This beautiful woman who always made me drool was actually so messy when she urinated—but that's precisely what made it seem more real and sensual! At this point, I had already taken off my pants and was squatting there, playing with my penis. I bet she never imagined that a handsome guy was sitting less than half a meter to her right, quietly watching her urinate while rubbing his penis. After she finished, she took out a tissue to wipe her wet vulva and buttocks, I wonder if Mingming always urinates on her buttocks? After Wu Yueming and her classmates left, the girl who had said she needed to "poop" was still squatting there—and she remained there for five or six minutes afterward, I wonder if she was constipated. I hid inside the door, watching all sorts of girls urinate, my legs getting sore from squatting. So I stood up and rested for a bit. Because the partitions between the squat toilet stalls in our school are almost a person's height, about 1.6 meters, but not enough to completely cover a person, as a boy, I could only lean against the wall to rest, not daring to straighten my back. After a while, another girl came in. Considering how incredibly aroused I felt seeing a familiar girl earlier, I decided to see what this girl looked like. So I squatted down again, slightly opening my stall door and peeking out. This time, I almost fainted—because it was a famous law school beauty named Li Li. Li Li was on our school's etiquette team, and I think she was also in the flag-raising team. She was about 1.73 meters tall, with long, wavy, shoulder-length hair. Although she usually appeared aloof and dignified, she was still the object of many boys' sexual fantasies. "Model beauty" Li Li had long legs, but not very thin ones; rather, they were very firm and full. Her breasts were perky, her waist was thin, and her hips were wide, resulting in an exceptionally plump and voluptuous buttock. I always thought that a girl like that would be incredibly enjoyable to have sex with. Li Li was wearing her usual black dress today, with a high waistline, and black mid-heeled sandals. She was walking... (in healthyorganicfood).She entered the squatting stall opposite me, closed the door, and squatted down. Because she was wearing a skirt, she took off her underwear easily; she just pulled the skirt up and her underwear was down. Li Li's underwear was white, and the texture was unclear. The most exciting moment for me arrived—I saw that she squatted very low, her buttocks and vulva appearing below the bottom edge of the door panel—the sides of her vulva were light brown, the labia weren't very thick, but her vulva was large, probably because she was tall, so every organ was large, the distance between the front and back of the vulva was long, and there was a moderate amount of pubic hair, distributed on both sides of the vulva. She started to urinate! Perhaps she had been holding it in for a while, because she urinated very forcefully. I saw the urine burst open her vulva and shoot out, very loudly. The urine forced the urethra open, making it oval, as if it had been gently pried open by hand! After a series of gurgling sounds, the stream of urine slowed down, becoming intermittent as he finished urinating, eventually turning into a trickle. At this point, Li Li didn't stand up; instead, he squatted there, swaying his body up and down, shaking his buttocks to shake the urine out—much like a man masturbating after urinating to squeeze out the remaining urine. After shaking a few times, she seemed to be sure she had urinated all that she needed, so she didn't wipe her vulva with a tissue. She stood up, pulled up her underwear, straightened her skirt, opened the door, and left. Through the crack in the door, I saw that her expression was still the same as usual, so indifferent and dignified—but no one, not even herself, could have imagined that I had seen the process of this tall, beautiful woman that boys usually drooled over urinating, and her vulva, clearly! Li Li, from now on, when I see you on the street, even though you have clothes covering you, to me, you'll be no different from someone with their legs spread wide and their vulva exposed! Hehehehe!! After she left, I stood up again, holding my hard penis and playing with it, rubbing it against the partition—perhaps human nature is always greedy, even today, I still think it would be best if I could see Li Li's breasts too. Later, a few more girls came in to use the restroom, some to defecate and some to urinate. Listening to their urinating and chatting, I masturbated to the point of climax. At that moment, I really wanted to rush out, put my penis in front of these girls, and ejaculate on the faces of the girls squatting there to urinate—but I was rational after all, so with a final tremor, I ejaculated a thick stream of semen onto the door of my stall, and picked up a blood-stained sanitary napkin from the wastebasket to wipe my penis. Finally, only one girl was left squatting in the stall to my right, taking a dump. She was wearing light green casual canvas shoes and jeans. To my surprise, most girls squat facing the door after going in, but this girl was squatting with her buttocks facing the door and her face towards the wall! I had never seen this squatting method before, and I had never even thought of it—it was probably a habit. She started to defecate, and pieces of poop squeezed out from between her buttocks. I suddenly smelled a stench. This girl's poop really smelled terrible; even I, sitting next to her, couldn't stand it. I wondered how she felt. Since I had already finished masturbating, my interest had greatly diminished, and now there was someone taking a stinky dump next to me, so I decided to leave. I pulled up my pants, straightened my clothes, and smeared the semen I had ejaculated on the door onto the latch inside the door. Because you have to pull this latch to close and lock the door from the inside of the stall, if another girl came into this stall, I was sure she would get my semen all over her hands!! At this point, only the girl in the next stall and I were left in the restroom. I listened carefully; there were no footsteps outside, so I was sure I wouldn't get caught if I went out. I pushed open the door, dashed out, and slipped into the adjacent men's restroom. Only then did I finally breathe a sigh of relief. Looking in the mirror, I realized I was drenched in sweat. This was my first time ever peeping into a women's restroom, masturbating on the spot, and leaving an unexpected gift for the girls who would use my stall later. The biggest gain was that I actually saw two beautiful girls I knew urinating. Awesome!!! I've had two more experiences going into women's restrooms this semester, although not as fruitful as the first time, but still absolutely real. The second time I went into the women's restroom was in our school's "Bowen Building," which is where we have classes and study. That afternoon, it seemed to be a Saturday, and there weren't many people in the building. I went to the top floor, the fourth floor, and first smoked in the men's restroom. Later, I felt the urge to masturbate, so I went to the corridor to observe for a while. Finding no one there, I slipped into the women's restroom and chose the innermost stall. This time, I took a bigger risk because the restrooms in this building were directly outside the main corridor, unlike the more secluded restrooms in the library. So, it was easy for people in the corridor to spot me when I went in or out. I stood there for a while, noticing no one was using the restroom, but unwilling to leave empty-handed, I picked up a blood-stained sanitary napkin from the wastebasket—it had a pleasant fragrance and a few pubic hairs stuck to it—and slipped back into the men's restroom. I locked the door of the stall at the far end, stuck the sanitary napkin to the door, took out my penis, and started masturbating. While rubbing my penis, I pressed my face against the sanitary napkin, smelling and kissing it, and even licked the dried bloodstains with the tip of my tongue. Just as I was about to climax, I ripped off the sanitary napkin, wrapped it around my penis, and frantically masturbated until I finally ejaculated with great pleasure. Then I threw the sanitary napkin into the sink and flushed it down. The third time I went into the girls' restroom was in the "Huiwen Building" on our campus. This building is shaped like the Chinese character "回" (hui), with men's and women's restrooms at the corners of each floor. That night, I was studying there and went to the restroom to smoke. I noticed there were very few people there, a good opportunity. So, after finishing my cigarette, I slipped into the girls' restroom and chose the same stall as the first time, because the layout was the same as the library. A little while later, someone came in. I took out my penis and squatted down to observe. The bottom edge of the stall door was much lower than in the library, so I couldn't see anything except the girl's feet! I regretted it a little. I wanted to leave, but girls kept going in and out, and I never had a chance. Finally, there was only one girl squatting left. I thought I'd stand up and peek through the partition to see if anyone was at the door. Suddenly a girl came in, and I was so startled I quickly ducked. She went into the stall opposite mine, closed the door, and started unbuckling her belt. I straightened up to look out, but as soon as I peeked out, I saw the girl who had just come in hadn't squatted down yet. And since she wasn't short, her head was sticking out of the partition. I was so scared I quickly ducked back, barely daring to breathe. She squatted down, and I heard her urinate. I figured she probably saw me but didn't recognize me as a guy, otherwise, how could she squat down and urinate so casually? I only breathed a sigh of relief after she finished and left. A little while later, two girls came in together, seemingly to use the toilet. I waited until they both squatted down, then quickly ran out.

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