Peeping at the girl in the same room

Now, whenever I think back to my time sharing an apartment right after graduation, it always gets me an erection. I can't help but turn on my computer,
pull out those pictures, and relive those wonderful memories. Of course, I have countless classic stories
to tell about my various voyeuristic experiences from childhood to adulthood, too many to list. But this time, I'll just talk about the time right after I graduated from university and moved out.
The university I attended was one of the top schools in the area, but I spent all my time playing games, neglecting my studies, and occasionally taking the opportunity to pursue my
voyeuristic endeavors, so my grades were naturally terrible. When it came time to look for a job after graduation, to be honest, I started to regret it. If I had studied harder
, things would have turned out differently. Haha, there's no going back. To save money and make job hunting easier, I decided
to move out. I rarely saw my roommates anyway, and being alone in the dorm was incredibly lonely; I couldn't even concentrate on playing games. I graduated
right around the time housing prices skyrocketed, and rents were rising everywhere. After some thought, I decided to find a cheap place
to live in a village near the school.
I remember it was a Friday in March, drizzling, and I was wandering alone through the streets and alleys of the village, looking at
rental ads posted on the walls. To be honest, I hadn't considered sharing an apartment, much less sharing with a beautiful woman. I looked at several places, but they were
either too expensive or too run-down.
As it was getting dark, I suddenly saw a rental ad, handwritten, with delicate handwriting—clearly a woman's: "For Rent, 3rd Floor,
Single Room, Phone: XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX." The ad was simple. After a moment's thought, the 3rd floor seemed like a good floor, the price for a single room
seemed reasonable, and the room should be nearby. I decided to give it a try. So I dialed the number.
"Hello, is this the landlord? Do you have a room for rent?" I asked without any formality.
"Yes, where are you?" The voice on the phone hesitated slightly before replying.
I thought, wow, the voice is quite pleasant, sweet, and she seems young. Landlords like this are rare. "I'm on [street name],
where are you?"
After a brief conversation, I found my destination. The surrounding environment seemed quite nice. I waited downstairs for a while, and then a beautiful woman came down. Seriously, are
there really landlords this pretty? My first impression was her fair skin, which is quite rare in the south. She wasn't very tall,
around 167cm, with big, dark eyes and false eyelashes. Her long, curly hair was casually draped over her shoulders. She was wearing a yellow V-neck T-shirt, and unfortunately, her chest
wasn't very large, but she had a petite and cute look. She was wearing white soccer shorts, and wow! Perhaps because the shorts were a bit thin,
I could vaguely see her purple panties! Instantly, my lower body reacted
, but I had to fucking hold it in. I glanced at her and immediately looked away.
Seeing my gentlemanly demeanor, the other person seemed a little relieved. After a few words of nonsense downstairs, they led me upstairs. Here, I need to briefly describe
this building, otherwise you won't understand why my voyeuristic mission was so easy to accomplish. The buildings in the urban village are all built by the villagers themselves
, generally only 3 to 4 stories high, not very big, basically 100 to 200 square meters per floor. The beautiful woman led me upstairs,
naturally walking in front of me. This was the first time I truly appreciated her round buttocks. It felt so good. I walked very close, deliberately bringing my face close to her
buttocks. Anyway, she didn't seem to notice. I could clearly see the shape of her purple underwear, which looked a bit like swim trunks, and it was a boxer brief, which made me slightly
disappointed.
Upon reaching the third floor, after some conversation, I learned that she was also a tenant. She had rented the entire third floor. Originally, her friend was planning to stay there
, and judging from her tone, it was probably her boyfriend. I felt a strange pang of jealousy. However, her boyfriend was away on a business trip
, and she had already paid half a year's rent for this place. It seemed a waste for one person to live there alone, and since there were extra rooms, she decided to rent one out. It was then that I realized I had stumbled upon
a fantastic opportunity. So, I pretended to be looking at the apartment, but actually, I was surveying the layout to lay the groundwork for future spying. After looking around, I had a pretty good idea of what to expect. This apartment was practically built for me! I was bursting with excitement, but
I had to maintain a gentlemanly facade. It was fucking painful. I really wanted to just push this woman down. This beautiful woman was shrewd; she
kept a certain distance from me and spoke in a cool, indifferent tone.
I thought about it for a moment. The stairs to the third floor were at the very edge. There was an empty single room near the edge, and inside there were two more single rooms. One was by the window
, which the girl was staying in, and the other was near the toilet.
There was only one public toilet on the entire third floor—amazing! If I chose the inner room, the girl wasn't stupid. She'd probably
either be wary of me or find an excuse not to rent it. There were plenty of other people renting; she could easily find a female roommate. The outer room was bigger and closer to
the stairs, making it easier for me to keep watch. Plus, my room door faced the girl's room, so I could easily keep an eye on her coming and going
without arousing her suspicion.
So I quickly said, "Your place is alright. There are many rooms, but none of them are very nice. I feel awkward having you stay
in the inner room alone. I'll take the outer room, but you'll have to lower the price..."
Hearing this, the girl was clearly slightly surprised. It seemed she had thought I would choose the inner room, giving her a reason to send me
away.
After several days of fuss, I finally moved in. I also prepared my "tools," such as a full set of black clothes, black socks
, and pants with elastic at the cuffs. The most crucial item was my camera. For the first few days, I didn't rush into spying. Instead, I
diligently went out to look for work, which was indeed the most important task for me. I would come home at night, close the door, and go to sleep
. Later, through casual conversation, I learned that the beautiful girl hadn't graduated yet and wanted to move out for some reason. She basically didn't go to class every day, occasionally
attending a lecture, but spending most of her time in her room. I didn't know what she was doing until later...
Clearly, after a week, the beautiful girl had become familiar with me and lowered her guard. Sometimes when I came home late, I would see her
outside in her pajamas making phone calls, and of course, she would go back to her room when she saw me return.
Once I saw that the situation had basically stabilized, I started thinking about how to start spying. My first target was the bathroom. I noticed the bathroom door wasn't very tight
, with a small gap at the bottom. I took advantage of the time she went to class and specifically peeked down, but I couldn't see anything inside.
I didn't give up, and I actually came up with an idea. I've found that when you really want to do something, you always find a way
. The door lock is a simple one that you can open with a twist of the wrist. If I loosen it a little, just a tiny bit, the gap underneath will be bigger.
At night, I can see inside through this gap, while those inside can't see outside. During the day, it's the opposite.
I tried it and found that the gap was perfectly positioned, directly in front of the squat toilet. Whenever she pees, I can see everything.
To prevent her from turning on the living room light, I deliberately loosened it a little. That way, she can turn it on, but it will flicker. I figured that, given her personality
, she'd probably turn the light off when I wasn't there, since she wouldn't know how to fix it.
After doing all this, I excitedly stayed in the room, closed the door to create the illusion that I wasn't home, and started waiting. Around
6 PM, I heard her come back. In March, it's still not dark at 6 PM. Now I was waiting for her to go to the toilet, and it had to be
after dark. Sure enough, as soon as she came back, she was about to turn on the living room light, but after a while, I heard her turn it off. By this time, I had changed into my "
work clothes"—all black, black socks, and no shoes—just to keep quiet.
I pressed my ear tightly against the door, listening to what she was doing. Estimating it was around 8 o'clock, I felt the time was right. I quietly opened the door.
The hallway outside was dark. I crouched down and slowly approached her room. Luckily, her door wasn't completely closed. I slowly peeked inside. Good heavens! My nose started bleeding at first sight. It was so amazing! The beautiful woman was wearing pink pajamas, made of
smooth, thin silk. Her shoulders were smooth, and her collarbones were sexy. It was a spaghetti strap nightgown. Oh my god, she was sitting on the floor, which was covered with a carpet (
she's so rich, renting an apartment but buying her own carpet). Her left hand was touching her toes, and her right hand was holding a mouse. She was looking at the computer. But this position
really gave my crotch a good workout. Her legs were bent and crossed. The hem of her pink bra wasn't long, and you could easily see her panties
, which were also pink. Oh, my breathing became heavy. I tried hard to see her panties, but the distance was too far, and I couldn't see
very clearly. Her smooth, white legs paired with a bit of pink panties made my hand involuntarily go to my penis and start
stroking it.
The beautiful woman was focused on the computer, completely unaware that there was a pervert outside, secretly peeping at her and seeing her cute
panties . Through the thin nightgown, my gaze wandered upwards, but unfortunately, I was wearing a bra and could only focus on her beautiful legs
and the area between them. The feeling of peeping was wonderful. Of course, I knew this was just foreplay. My hand gradually slowed down, suppressing my throbbing
penis, waiting for her to go to the bathroom.
Perhaps I was lucky, because after watching for only about 20 minutes, she moved. I was terrified and quickly scrambled to the top of the stairs, thinking that
she couldn't possibly come out in her nightgown; she was just going to the bathroom. And I was right. She opened the door and went straight in. I
watched her beautiful figure walk towards the bathroom, and when I heard the door close, I quickly climbed to the bathroom door and peeked through the crack. Actually,
I was very nervous at that moment; being discovered would be a disaster.
But I still went in without hesitation. Clearly, the fact that I can write about this experience means I wasn't discovered. I peeked through the crack in the door and, sure enough
, I saw it! A beautiful woman's tender vulva was displayed before my eyes. Her labia majora were slightly thick, but not deep, revealing her labia minora inside. The
labia minora exuded a virginal scent, pink and incredibly cute. I really wanted to kiss them. Suddenly, a thin stream spurted out from between her labia minora. The beautiful
woman hugged her legs, staring blankly at the ground, completely unaware that she had attracted a lecherous man. She probably thought that this was
the first time in her life her tender vulva had been seen by him. It was so beautiful! Without her noticing, I got a good look at the beautiful woman's tender vulva.
You know, the beautiful woman's vulva only had a few sparse hairs, and I even touched a completely bald spot! I was so shocked that I made up my mind that next time I
would definitely bring my camera and take some pictures to remember the moment.
She urinated quickly, and soon pulled up her pink panties, hugged her vulva, and even stroked her crotch. I clearly saw
a look of ecstasy on her face as she gently touched herself, and I etched that expression into my mind.
Not daring to linger, I hid at the bottom of the stairs leading to the roof, silently watching her enter the room from the darkness. I was still unsatisfied, but I knew
I couldn't be too frequent or too hasty at first, or I might easily get into trouble or get caught. In the following days, whenever I had the chance, I would lie on
the toilet door, peeking through the crack at the vulva of the beautiful woman inside. If the door wasn't closed properly, I would peek through the crack to see what she was doing
. During this process, I would ejaculate almost every time, but I cleaned myself up very well, so she couldn't find any flaws or evidence.
Later, I wasn't satisfied with just peeping at her using the toilet; I thought of a clever method: peeping at her while she slept, because I was very curious about what a girl
would do alone in her room.
It was almost May, and the weather was getting hotter. The beautiful woman was dressing more and more lightly. The weather in the south is quite humid and muggy
, so she often kept the doors and windows open to maintain ventilation, which gave me an opportunity. Of course, my method wasn't
as simple as peeping through the crack in the door. I studied her door lock and discovered it had an inner bolt and an outer hole with a lock.
One time, while she was in class, I subtly changed the outer lock and waited quietly for her to return home. Around
5 pm, the weather was still very muggy, and the sun hadn't set yet when she came back. Today she was wearing a sleeveless, thin silk top, through which
you could vaguely see her white bra, a denim mini-skirt, and smooth, white thighs without an ounce of fat. She wore high-heeled sandals, her toes
peeking out cutely, and her long, flowing black curly hair.
I pretended to go to the restroom to pee, and made a point of greeting her. She warmly asked why I wasn't out today, and I told her it was a day off from work
. Then I quickly slipped into the restroom, secretly watching her take out her key to open the door. Sure enough, she couldn't open it after trying for a while. Seeing her sweating profusely with anxiety,
I suddenly felt a surge of heat in my groin. Thinking it was about time for me to make my move, I pretended to have just finished using the restroom and came out,
asking, "What's wrong? Can't you open the door?" The beautiful woman looked at me strangely and said, "I don't know, it seems like there's something wrong with the lock."
I pretended to be curious and said, "How about I try?" Having known me for so long, she probably thought I was reliable,
so she gave me the key. I pretended to fiddle with it for a while, then said, "It is indeed strange, it seems like the lock is broken inside."
After all that fuss, about an hour had passed, and it was almost 6 o'clock. Seeing that the girl looked a bit exhausted, I immediately felt that my plan
was half successful. So I said, "You seem to be in a hurry. Let me try one more time. Why don't you come to my room and sit down? There's water and
paper cups on the table. Help yourself, don't be shy."
The girl was indeed a bit tired after all that, and since she had just finished her class, she went to my room as I offered. After all, she was
going in alone, and I was just opening the door for her, so she didn't think much of it. My heart was pounding with nervousness. I only breathed a sigh of relief
when I heard the beautiful woman pour herself some water. I quietly took out a magnet, fiddled with the lock, and "successfully" opened her door. I said to her in a smug voice, "Beautiful lady, you can go back to your little nest now. This handsome guy has finally opened your door after tireless efforts! You were so careless; it wasn't the lock that was the problem, the bolt was stuck." The woman looked at me gratefully, probably not expecting this was all a setup. She even invited me into her room, offering me some cookies . I quickly said, "You're a girl, it's not convenient for me to come into your room. You should rest." The woman gave me a deep look. At that moment, I thought that even without drugging her, I could probably win her over. But I love spying, so I had to complete this spying mission first. Now, there was only one last step: preventing her from locking the door. This was actually easy to solve. Because of the heat, if I opened the window, she would definitely open the door herself to cool off, since it wasn't bedtime yet. Now I could only wait in my room. About an hour later, thinking it was about time, I changed into loose shorts, without underwear, and went shirtless. I pretended to go to the bathroom. When I passed her room, I saw that her door was wide open, and she was already lying in bed asleep , with soft snoring sounds. She hadn't taken off her clothes or skirt, and her body was still lying on her back, one leg dangling off the bed and the other on the bed . It seemed my drug had taken effect. I excitedly walked over, my heart pounding. I called her name a few times to make sure she wasn't fast asleep, but there was no response. Then, with trembling hands, I gently stroked the leg I'd been wanting to touch for so long. Damn, it felt amazing! Smooth, amazing skin . My erection strained against my shorts. Seeing that she still didn't react, I was completely relieved. I knelt down and slowly began stroking her inner thigh, gradually slipping my hand under her skirt. Soon, I touched her warm, tender vulva. The vulva I'd seen countless times in the bathroom was now on my fingers. I gently brushed it across her skin, and then, oh my god, she was wearing semi-transparent lace panties, and a little bit of glistening liquid was seeping from her vulva. I stroked the lace panties with my fingers, gradually increasing the pressure, fully experiencing the shape of her vulva—soft, warm! My erection was about to explode. Because she was sleeping with her legs spread apart, and she was wearing a short skirt, I gently pushed it up to her waist. At that moment, I could clearly see that her white lace panties, adorned with floral patterns, were soaking wet, covering her vulva. Had I aroused her? I couldn't help but sniff her genitals; a scent that instantly boosted my hormones. Oh my god, I was intoxicated . I stuck out my tongue and licked her vulva through her panties for a while. Suddenly, the beauty let out a moan, startling me so much that I quickly withdrew my tongue. Looking at her, I was certain she was having a wet dream. Her expression looked exactly like she was being penetrated, and her genitals were overflowing , soaking a large area of her panties. I'd never seen a woman produce so much fluid; it seemed she'd been suppressing her libido for a long time. To be safe, I took out my penis and began rubbing it up and down against her vulva. Soon, a wave of intense pleasure washed over me , and a thick stream of semen flowed out, landing directly on her legs, her panties, and the bed. My face instantly turned pale. I felt a pang of regret. How was I going to handle this? I quickly went back to my room to get some toilet paper and started wiping, cleaning the bed first, then my legs. I left the stains on my underwear untouched because I still had some lewd thoughts. I wondered if the beautiful woman would blush when she woke up and found her underwear soaked with sticky stuff on it. Judging from her appearance, she seemed like a virgin and probably hadn't seen semen before. She was likely just drooling from her own wet dreams.

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