My Sexual Awakening (2)

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In the first section, I mentioned that "neighbors" here refers to adult female neighbors. Also in the first section, I discussed the dormitory
structure and neighborly relations, all essential for the later plot development.
Without explicit sex scenes, the story revolves around voyeurism and molestation. Actually, I had
several targets , but I'll mainly focus on two here. Of course, for me, this involved many firsts.
The first one, let's call her A, always. She was my first voyeur, and it was through
her that I began my "neighborhood career."
She was in her thirties at the time. From now on, the descriptions will focus on the circumstances surrounding our encounters. She was
a factory worker. She had a well-proportioned figure, with relatively firm flesh, making her breasts appear perky, though not
very large or sagging. Her buttocks were average.
At that time, women her age often wore homemade, four-cornered cloth underwear at home in the summer
. As mentioned earlier, people frequently visited each other, and this was what they wore. Therefore, seeing the thighs was relatively
easy . However, because it wasn't tight-fitting, seeing the shape of the buttocks, or even the bulge of the genitals, was difficult. However, I was
lucky enough to peek at her taking a bath, and more than once.
Bathing was like this back then. Since there was only a communal washroom, you could bathe there, but no one else
could come in. To avoid trouble, people usually took the water home and bathed in a tub. In the summer, of course, you had to
bathe every day.
The first time was like this. But I was about ten years old, or maybe a little older. That day I saw A getting water, and I knew
she was going to take a bath. I had an urge to watch her bathe, but openly watching was definitely out of the question
. After she closed the door, I loitered around her doorway. Going over occasionally, just to listen to the sounds was good; it
sparked my imagination. My gaze swept across the door, trying to find a way in.
Persistence paid off. Finally, I spotted a sliver of light near the lock.
Good . I looked back. Although the nearby houses were relatively enclosed, I was still afraid someone might come in. It seemed no
one was there.
I leaned down slightly and peered through the small hole. I could only see a gleaming white figure moving
; the hole was too small to see clearly. It seemed she was starting to get dressed. Indeed, I had wasted
too much time earlier. But at least I found this good spot; there would be plenty of opportunities later.
A little while later, A came out after washing. When I saw her, although her clothes were the same as usual, she looked even more alluring
to .
The next day, while the adults were at work, I found a small awl and carefully enlarged the hole
a little, but I didn't dare make it too big, afraid of being discovered. I tried looking inside; not bad, it was
clearer.
After she got off work, I went to her house for a visit. While she was cooking, I peeked through the door; the hole
wasn't very obvious, so I was relieved. I waited for that blissful moment.
In the evening, when she started taking a bath, several houses nearby were occupied; it was too dangerous, so I had to give up
.
A few days later, everyone went out to cool off after dinner, and my parents went out too. I saw she
was still busy in the washroom alone, and I knew my chance had come.
After she finished filling the water and closed the door, I looked outside and figured no one would come, so I went to her
door.
Haha, through that little hole, I could see the bathtub perfectly. Less than two meters from the door, it was like heaven was on my side.
I started watching from the moment she took off her clothes. Summer clothes are naturally light. She took off her top,
a slightly garment, revealing her bra. Back then, there wasn't any fancy lingerie or magic bras
. It was a very ordinary white, fabric bra with foam padding. It
covered her breasts completely. Thank goodness, she was about to take it off. Hehe. I almost burst out laughing.
The bra was a back-opening style. She put her hands behind her back, unhooked it, and the bra came loose. She brought her hands
back to her chest, and the bra naturally slid down, revealing her breasts to me. Ah, that felt good.
As I mentioned before, she had a good figure, curvy but not bulky. So her breasts looked very firm and
perky. Of course, the lower hemispheres were larger than the upper hemispheres, with a faint fold
of flesh between the lower edge and her body. They weren't very big, and the nipples and areolas were quite dark.
Not long after, something even more exciting began. She was only wearing the boxer
shorts . With a slight bend, the shorts came down, revealing her mysterious area. Her abdomen was relatively flat,
with no excess fat around her waist. What I was more interested in, of course, was her lower body. Wow, such a thick, dark patch of pubic hair! From the front
, it was an inverted triangular black patch, completely covering her genitals.
The moment she stepped into the bathtub, her legs parted. I saw her pubic hair extending all the way down to her
lower body . It was a short time, so I didn't see her labia or anything like that.
Of course, I couldn't keep staring inside; I also had to keep an eye on what was happening outside. So watching her bathe was intermittent
.
While she was bathing, she seemed quite normal. Like everyone else, she wet herself, applied soap, rubbed it in,
and then rinsed off the foam with water—it was that simple. She didn't put in much effort washing her genitals, probably
because did it every day.
When she finally dried herself, she slightly parted her legs, leaned forward slightly, and vigorously rubbed her genitals twice
with . Then she went to get dressed. I went back to my room.
Later, I often saw her bathing. Anyone who has ever used a bathtub knows that people
usually sit inside or on the edge of the tub; even when standing, they rarely spread their legs wide. Plus, she had a lot of pubic hair,
so all I could see was a dark shadow. I couldn't see the details of her genitals. Also, she always bathed
normally; she never masturbated like in the articles online. Maybe her husband could satisfy
her. Haha, just speculation.
I was young then, and I only knew to peek at her bathing. I couldn't see the details; just seeing her pubic hair was enough for me
. Other than that, there was nothing else.
Two years later, she moved away. The woman from the new house brought me even more joy.
Let's call the lady of the house next door, B. She was in her early twenties then, and had only been married a few years. She didn't have
any children . She was rather plump, heavier than A, but not in a way that made her unattractive. On the contrary, she was curvaceous and very
attractive.
Because she was young, she often wore the same nightgown, even when visiting other people's homes. Of course, this was all in the summer.
Those one-piece pajamas, from the top they looked like a slip dress. From the bottom, they looked like a miniskirt. The material was also quite
thin and sheer, so you could often vaguely see her bra and panties.
Of course, she couldn't wear those boxer briefs anymore; she wore what's called briefs. Of course, they were
more conservative, usually white, but sometimes red or pale yellow. Because the clothes were hung to dry in a public area,
it wasn't difficult to see what her underwear looked like.
However, what was even more exciting was seeing her underwear on. She had a rather carefree personality; sometimes
she would sit with her legs spread apart, and sometimes she would even bend one leg and put it on the chair. At these times,
because the hem of the pajamas was very short, there was a high chance of exposure. If I was in a good position, I would see
a piece of fabric peeking out from where her legs met, as if something inside was stretched very tightly.
But my real story with her started with those boxer briefs. Because later she got pregnant.
It was summer when she was heavily pregnant. And because of the pregnancy... Her clothes had changed too. She often wore a
loose-fitting, sleeveless cloth shirt, which I'll mention later. She also started wearing boxer briefs.
One afternoon, I went to her house to watch TV. While watching, I suddenly noticed she had fallen asleep. She was
sleeping . Because she had fallen asleep while watching TV, she was lying along the shorter side of the bed, so
her legs were bent upwards, and because of her large belly, they weren't together but spread apart. From above
, her legs formed a diamond shape with one corner open at the bottom.
I first went to her legs. I leaned down and placed my head between her legs, without touching them, of course.
I took a breath and smelled it. Because the underwear was made of cloth, the material was quite stiff, so the hem didn't
touch her thighs; there was a small gap. I wanted to peek inside. Unfortunately, the gap was too small to see
clearly.
I thought for a long time and finally decided to make that gap bigger. But just as one of my
fingers touched her pants, her legs suddenly twitched. I was startled and quickly
stood up . Looking again, she didn't seem to be awake.
I felt that the force with which I touched her underwear was about the same as a fly landing on it; perhaps she
thought there was a fly and moved instinctively. However, I dared not touch her pants again and
went to her head. I leaned down, my face less than an inch away from hers, and carefully
examined her face. Then, I took out my already hard penis, waved it above her face for a while, and then put it
back in (I didn't know how to masturbate at that time, as mentioned before). That was the end of it.
However, during her pregnancy, what I enjoyed most was her breasts. As mentioned before, she wore
sleeveless and loose-fitting tops, and she often didn't wear a bra. Perhaps they were too swollen. The best
opportunity for me to peek at her breasts was when she played mahjong.
Because when playing mahjong, both arms have to rest on the table. Her top was sleeveless and loose. So,
from a good position, her breasts were completely visible.
When she played mahjong, I pretended to watch her. I was half-squatting, so my line of sight was almost at the same level as her chest
. I was also behind and to the side of her, and through the large hole under her armpit, I could see her breasts, which were pert and firm.
Because she was pregnant, and already quite full-figured, her breasts were truly enormous.
The entire surface of her breasts had some black spots, and her areolas and nipples were especially large and dark. Especially compared to A
, the difference was obvious. Moreover, it was her first pregnancy, so her breasts didn't sag at all,
but stood upright. So, by pushing her clothes forward, the two gaps under her armpits became even larger. This was really
convenient for me.
That summer, basically, looking at her two large breasts became my daily routine.
Now let me talk about watching her shower. I still looked through the hole in the door. I won't go into the details.
Let me talk about what I saw.
Watching B shower yielded much more than watching A. I won't talk about her upper body. B's lower body had much less pubic hair
. There was pubic hair only above the clitoris, and basically nothing below it. Of course, I'm referring to the clitoris now; back then
, you definitely couldn't see it when peeking. So, from the front, only
a , and below that, it was gone. I don't know if it was shaved or if it hadn't grown back.
This way, even when she was standing with her legs together, you could still see the
labia
pubic hair. Of course, you couldn't separate the parts, but it was still the fleshy part of her vulva, unlike A, where you could only see a clump of hair. Also, as I mentioned, B was more voluptuous, so her vulva
had , and it protruded more noticeably; no wonder it looked so bulging when she was exposed.
The most important memory B gave me was that I learned to masturbate through her clothes.
B was younger, and time was passing. Compared to A's underwear, B's was much more alluring. Her
bras were usually thin, with mesh on the upper part and lace around the edges. Some of her underwear was made of sheer fabric
, with narrower, smaller straps in the front. So, I often targeted them.
At first, I didn't know how to masturbate. Back then, when no one was looking, I'd take off her underwear, usually
wet and not yet dry. I'd use it as a wet towel to wipe my groin, buttocks, and sometimes even
my anus—basically, to leave my mark on her underwear.
A few times, I'd take her clothes shortly after she'd hung them out to dry. I'd urinate on them
and then take them to hang up to dry, haha, like they'd been washed with my urine.
Then, one day, a new chapter began. It was a summer afternoon, and I secretly took
two more pieces of underwear to my room, ready to start my mark-leaking operation. I started by wiping my groin a few times,
and that's when my penis started to get hard.
As I mentioned before, it's been several years, but my penis still gets hard when I'm sexually aroused.
After my penis got hard, I noticed some dirt in the circular groove at the base of the glans.
Hmm, it probably hadn't been cleaned in a long time. I decided to remove the grime and put it on my underwear, killing
two birds with one stone . I wrapped my glans with her underwear and used it like a towel to clean the grime.
After a few minutes, I suddenly felt a tingling, numb sensation near my glans; I knew I was about to
ejaculate . Although I didn't know how to masturbate at that time, I had already started experiencing nocturnal emissions, so I still had a vivid memory of the feeling before ejaculation.
Finally, a thick stream of hot semen spurted out, and I quickly caught it with B's underwear.
At that moment, I thought, "So this is what masturbation is like." Before, my penis would get hard, and I'd ejaculate
; now, I could finally do both together.
I took the semen-stained underwear to the washroom to wash it and hung it out to dry.
Later, I often used those underwear to help me masturbate. Sometimes, I would wash the underwear clean
and put it back in its original place. But sometimes, I would wet the semen-stained underwear with water, rub
it a little, and then put it back. This way, it was like I'd washed her underwear with my semen, and when she wore
it next time, haha, she'd have intimate contact with my offspring.
After learning how to masturbate, my "sex life" became much richer. Before, I would often sneak
in , but I would only take my penis out and shake it a few times, or gently touch her buttocks. Now it's much better
. When I stood by her bedside again, looking at the sleeping B, I took out my little brother. It wasn't just a simple greeting anymore
; I was passionately making piston-like movements with my hand.
When I was about to climax, I usually squatted down and ejaculated on the floor under the bed. It was harder
to be noticed . Later, I discovered that B's younger sister would sometimes come over for a nap, which was great. However, they usually slept in separate
rooms, so I had to tiptoe between the two rooms, finally ejaculating next to one of them.
Finally, one day, the two sisters slept in the same bed. Twin beauties. I
ejaculated happily in front of them both.
This blissful life lasted for several years. As I grew older, I became more and more timid. After all,
having a neighbor as a target is like walking by the river; you're bound to get your shoes wet. Getting caught is a different story at fourteen or fifteen than at eighteen or nineteen
. So I did it less and less. I'm a newbie, please click "Thanks" to support me if you like this post. Thanks for sharing!
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