That exciting summer night

After middle school, the boys entered puberty and started paying attention to women. However, around 1994-1995, the area I lived in was still relatively closed and conservative. The background was living in a relatively isolated middle school residential area. After the first year of middle school, the schools for teachers' children were reorganized, and many male students transferred from other schools. My deskmate was no longer a girl, but a teacher's child who transferred from a nearby school. This guy's surname was Yu. He had dark skin, and the classmates privately called him Black Fish. He was the talkative type, liked to boast, and would always pull me aside to chat, regardless of whether it was during or after class. We quickly became familiar with each other, even sharing everything.
One evening during self-study, the teacher was absent, and the classroom was noisy. This guy asked me mysteriously, "Do you know what a woman's genitals look like?" I shook my head blankly. He swallowed and said, "Lots of pubic hair, no penis, just a slit." Those few words surprised me greatly. Pubic hair? How did you know? Have you seen it? Tell me honestly! This guy was so slow. He finally told me that I'd seen it before. Apparently, the residential buildings near their school were those old-fashioned square red brick buildings, with two families sharing one main entrance and a shared bathroom. Both families would shower there in the summer. One day, by chance, he discovered a lattice-shaped vent under the bathroom door. He'd peered up at the auntie next door while she showered. He told me it was incredibly exciting—huge breasts and lots of pubic hair. This piqued my curiosity, and we discussed it for a long time, like when girls start developing pubic hair, which teacher had the biggest breasts and the most pubic hair. It was actually quite thrilling to talk about it. He also said that whenever he had the chance, he would peep at the auntie next door showering, and seeing her during the day reminded him of her naked body. But now, thinking about it, it's terrifying. If he could see the auntie, his mother and sister also showered in the same place—had he seen them too? Considering his interest in mature women and his lack of interest in young girls, I think it's very possible. He just didn't tell me.
Now that I think about it, there was no internet back then. Back then, many boys' sexual awakening came from observing the women around them. There was also voyeurism. There were frequent reports of young boys peeping into workplace bathhouses and girls' dormitory toilets. Naturally, residential areas became popular starting points for many boys' sexual awakening. His experience reminded me, and it led me to explore women as well, though my method wasn't unusual—voyeurism. Summer was naturally the prime season for these voyeuristic adventures. I remember that year, I searched everywhere for opportunities to peep under the cover of night. My family lived in the school dormitory area, in rows of standard single-story apartments, two bedrooms, a living room, and a small yard. The kitchen was outside the yard, often converted into a combined kitchen and bathroom with a shower. The bedrooms were at the back of the houses. Back then, the house structures weren't very sophisticated, and air conditioning wasn't common. When the weather is too hot, many residents open their glass windows for ventilation, simply hanging a cloth curtain. Sometimes, if it's not properly closed, there will be a gap, and with light coming from inside, you can sometimes see the woman in a tank top and shorts, her body exposed. Seeing this used to excite me greatly. Every evening, I would wander behind the rows of bungalows, looking for an opportunity, but it was tiring and I didn't see much. One day, by chance, I finally caught a real spectacle. It was a Saturday night, past ten o'clock, and I wandered behind a neighbor's window, routinely checking the curtains. To my surprise, even that day, her curtains weren't properly closed, leaving a gap. I peered in with nervous anticipation. The woman, wearing a white tank top and glasses, was sitting on the edge of the bed, reading a book. I usually called her Teacher Li, and she was around 40. But usually, she was always impeccably dressed; today, in her thin tank top, the nipples were clearly visible. She was sitting sideways on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed. The sheen of her plump thighs under the lamplight, her mature allure, left me speechless. My eyes were glued to her nipples, desperate to see what lay beneath her tank top; I felt myself getting hard. Suddenly, she seemed to lift her head slightly, startling me so much I quickly crouched down. Being discovered would be terrible, but in the darkness, the chances of being caught were slim. I had plenty of time to escape. As soon as I crouched, mosquitoes swarmed me, leaving me covered in bites, which I dared not swat. Just as I was about to leave, I heard voices. "You're not working overtime tomorrow, are you?" It turned out her husband had finished showering and came in, sitting next to her as he dried himself. I quietly got up to watch, bracing myself for a sprint away, but Aunt Li didn't answer; she continued reading her magazine. Suddenly, her husband stared at her blankly, his hand on her shoulder. What was he doing? My heart suddenly raced. I had a feeling a big show was about to begin, and sure enough, her husband's hand slowly slid down her shoulder, grabbing one of her breasts under her armpit and starting to knead it. Aunt Li didn't move, continuing to hold her book. Suddenly, her husband's hand swept down, quickly lifting her vest. In that instant, I felt my eyes were blinded; two white breasts bounced out. They seemed to tremble slightly with the movement of his hand, revealing dark nipples that appeared somewhat long. Her husband couldn't wait, grabbing one in each hand and kneading them. Aunt Li seemed aroused. She dropped her book and tried to pry his hands off, saying, "Ugh, get away!" But she was no match for her husband. From outside the window, I watched her husband kneading those alluring breasts, squeezing and kneading them. This scene made me feel like my genitals were about to explode. Because I was witnessing the privacy of someone I knew, the stimulation, tension, and wickedness could only be experienced in person. Aunt Li only symbolically expressed her disgust before being subdued. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and let her husband caress her. What happened next is something I'll never forget. Now, facing Aunt Li, I didn't have to worry about her discovering me. Her husband excitedly took her breast into his mouth. His other hand caressed her thigh; the scene was incredibly lewd. Meanwhile, outside, I continued to be attacked by mosquitoes, but I dared not breathe, afraid of disturbing them and missing the show. Inside, the erotic scene continued. Then, Aunt Li's husband reached between her legs, pinching her crotch through her pants. Aunt Li was panting heavily. The dim light from the lamp reflected in my glasses made my head buzz, and my penis throbbed. I involuntarily touched it, feeling my veins pulsating. Suddenly, her husband ripped off her panties, and Aunt Li, facing me, revealed her dark forest. The dense pubic hair was dazzling; I'd never seen anything like it before. So much hair! Although I couldn't see the exact area, it was the first time I'd ever seen a mature woman's genitals. The dark pubic hair made me incredibly excited; I felt like my throat was on fire. I finally learned that women have pubic hair. My deskmate wasn't lying to me. Just at the crucial moment, her husband turned off the lamp and started doing it. Damn, I couldn't see anything. But I could hear "ahhh," and "slap slap slap slap." Listening outside, I instinctively touched my own genitals, imagining what was happening inside. The increasing excitement surged to my genitals, and finally, I erupted! "Ahhhhh!" Amidst their sounds of intercourse, I ejaculated a lot; I remember my hands were covered in hot liquid. Afterward, I suddenly felt terrified and snapped back to reality. What if other neighbors passed by and saw? It would be troublesome. So, I dashed away and disappeared into the night, going home to savor the experience. After that, whenever I saw Teacher Li, just like my deskmate described, I would look at her and tear off her clothes, calling her "Teacher," imagining myself seeing her breasts and her thick, messy pubic hair.
That following summer, I continued my search, but unfortunately, I found nothing.
[The End]

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