7 First time peeping at a woman's body

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Returning home, it was still sweltering, during the dog days of August.

Being home alone was quite boring, so I often ended up visiting classmates. I rarely went to my first love's house anymore, but I'd still drop by occasionally. She was unaware of the changes in my feelings over the past six months; perhaps she hadn't even considered my feelings, treating me only as a good friend. I increasingly felt that sitting across from each other, politely and formally discussing pointless things, was dull and tedious, a form of torture for me.

I usually went to her house after dinner, or when I was visiting other classmates and passed by her house, I would stop by. Sometimes, I could tell she was home by the light coming through her window, but her door was always closed. So I would call her name or knock on the door. Sometimes it was her, sometimes her grandmother, telling me to come over later, and I could vaguely hear the sound of water running inside. I would then go to another classmate's house first. When I came back a while later, the door would be open. She would look like she had just taken a shower. She must have been quite well-developed in high school. She would wear a loose dress, and her long, slightly damp hair would hang down. Sometimes she would dry her hair in front of me, and I would smile and silently admire her beauty. Sometimes she would chat with me about random things, I knew it was all nonsense and I wouldn't remember anything after I left, but I would still spend the summer nights chatting with her like that, and then politely say goodbye.

The summer night was still very hot. I went home alone, and the house was empty and deserted. I felt very lonely and restless. I wanted to read to calm myself down, but I couldn't concentrate on anything.

In previous summers, I'd also experienced times of loneliness and frustration. Initially, I'd sneak off to the corner of her house, trying to feel her presence, before calmly returning home. Before my first year of high school, I could spend almost every summer with her, chatting until late. Even though I was alone when I came home, my heart was peaceful and happy. But this summer, I felt incredibly empty. Even though I chatted with her until late at night, the moment I stepped out of her house, my heart felt empty, so empty that I didn't even want to go home alone.

I usually get back around 10 p.m. In the summer nights in the countryside, most families are already asleep, and the houses on both sides of the road are almost all dark, just like my heart, which is also empty and dark.

My home is on a small hillside, surrounded by only about ten other houses. As I passed my neighbor's house, I noticed light shining through the cracks in her door and windows; they weren't asleep yet. Normally, I would just walk past, but today, drawn by the light emanating from the cracks, I stopped, almost without thinking. Suddenly, I felt a surge of nervousness and looked around. It was such a late summer night; there was no one else around. So, I held my breath and tiptoed up the stone steps to her back door, pressing my eye against the crack to see what my neighbors were up to so late at night.

Usually, only the woman of the house is home with her son and daughter, who are in middle school. The man, like my parents, works away from home. I often visit them. The woman welcomes me and hopes I can help with her son and daughter's studies.

The wooden doors commonly installed in farmhouses always have some gaps. In the pitch-black night, the light shining from inside the house was incredibly alluring to me. I chose a larger gap and peered inside, just enough to see most of the house. What I saw shocked me deeply, and I hurriedly looked away, retreating back to the path. I saw, in the light, a little distance from the door, the woman of the house, completely naked, bathing with her back to me!

My immediate thought was to run away, and I ran a few steps further, into the darkness. I needed to get home quickly; I didn't want anyone to find out I was peeping at a woman bathing—that would be incredibly embarrassing. But once I was away and calmed down, I couldn't help but look back. In the darkness, a sliver of light emanating from the neighbor's wooden door held a sinister allure, tempting me to walk back step by step. After carefully confirming once more that no one would be around, I cautiously pressed myself against the door, widened my eyes, and peered through the crack into the house.

The woman wasn't exactly beautiful, but years of hard labor had given her a healthy, toned physique. Under the lamplight, naked, her body was full and rounded. Novels and movies often portray men or boys peeping at women bathing with great allure. But honestly, how much allure could the body of a not-so-pretty peasant woman really hold? I doubt it. Yet, it was enough to take my breath away. After all, this was the first time in my life I'd ever actually seen a woman naked.

The woman initially had her back to me, and I could see her full hips swaying from side to side and back and forth with her movements. After a while, she turned around, now facing me as she washed herself. Under the light, I could see her breasts fairly clearly; they were slightly sagging but still full, swaying with her movements. Her rounded waist and hips, and the area around her thighs, were just a blurry patch of black. The woman's bathing movements were naturally not as elegant as in the movies; it was simply a large basin where she used a towel or her hands to scoop water and wash her body. I saw her bend over, scoop water from the basin with a towel, wash her body, change the water, and then reach down to wash the area around her thighs.

In a state of extreme tension and excitement, I watched my female neighbor shower. I don't know how long it lasted; several times I ran back into the darkness, both to check on my surroundings and to calm myself down. My penis was already uncontrollably erect, harder than ever before, and it felt quite hot to the touch.

I dared not linger any longer. I ran home as fast as I could, closing the door behind me and leaning against it, panting heavily. A wave of fear washed over me. What if someone else passed by in the dark and saw me? What if the woman of the house suddenly opened the door to get water and saw me as I peered through the darkness? What if I made a noise and she noticed? What if…? After the fear subsided, my mind involuntarily flashed back to the image of a naked woman, her round, bare breasts, the woman's hands constantly washing herself… In the midst of this fear, my limp penis hardened again, making my pants stand erect. It was as if I was only now realizing that it could expand to such a length, such a size, such a hardness, such heat…

I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. After the initial shock subsided, my mind kept replaying the image of my female neighbor taking a shower. I got up several times, stripped naked, and took a cold shower, but when I lay back down, I tossed and turned again, finally falling asleep in the cool morning air.

Night fell quickly on the second day, and I didn't visit my classmate's house again. Restless and preoccupied, I waited until around 9 pm, then, like a ghost, I quietly slipped out and hid in the darkness of the path leading to my neighbor's house. All around was darkness and quiet, except for the lights still on in my neighbor's house—both upstairs and downstairs. I could hear the woman talking upstairs. Not seeing her showering actually made me feel somewhat relieved. The downstairs lights were also on, their glow seeping through the crack in the door, equally alluring. Since I was already there, I decided to take a look; if there was nothing there, I'd go back.

This time, however, I saw the neighbor's daughter, standing naked under the light. She had probably just finished bathing, and was mending something like a bra under the light, still in the large bathtub. The daughter's body was clearly much more attractive than her mother's. As a young girl, her body was very well-developed; her breasts and buttocks were full and round, showing no signs of her mother's sagging. Her waist, however, was thinner, and only a faint dark ring was visible around her lower abdomen.

Watching her stand naked under the light, carefully mending her bra, I felt an elegance and beauty I hadn't experienced when I peeked at her mother bathing, even a touch of sanctity. It seems the descriptions in novels and movies aren't entirely untrue; a young girl bathing truly evokes a wonderful feeling.

I peeked for a while and heard her mother calling her from upstairs. I was afraid she would see me when she opened the back window, so I quickly ran away and ran all the way home.

For the next ten nights or so, I became a loyal watcher of my neighbor, always sneaking over around nine or ten o'clock. Most of the time, I managed to catch glimpses of the woman or her daughter bathing, stirring my young and restless heart and making the sweltering summer nights unbearable. Sometimes, when I couldn't see clearly from a distance, I even dared to climb over the wall into my neighbor's yard, hoping to peek closer through a crack in the door. Unfortunately, the crack was much smaller, and because of the close proximity, I could rarely catch a clear view of their bodies. I had no choice but to go back inside.

Summer vacation has finally come to an end after all this suffering.

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