My College Peeping Experience

Several of our school's teaching buildings are at least as old as my grandfather; they're quite dilapidated. There are few study rooms, so relatively few students go there to study, but I prefer quieter places. After all, it provides me with ample opportunities to commit my crimes: a flow of about four people per hour, dark corridors, and especially convenient locations like the toilets. The toilets on each floor have the same basic structure: men's and women's toilets are on the same side of the corridor, next to each other, men's on the left, women's on the right. Entering through different doors, you first see a sink, then push open another door to reach the toilet. The men's urinals are immediately visible after pushing open the inner door, while the latrines are to the right.

The women's toilets don't have urinals, but the latrines are on the same side as the men's, adjacent to each other, separated only by a wall.

This wall separates men and women relieving themselves under the same sky into two parts. This wall is two meters high; the roofs of old buildings are generally over three meters high, so this wall doesn't reach the top. Each of the men's and women's restrooms has three urinals, separated by a 1.5-meter-high partition cast into the ground, making it quite sturdy.

Standing on top of the partition, plus your height, you can see into the women's restroom. (Haha, pretty clever, right? It's just that I'm not as tall as Yao Ming; if I were, the process would be much simpler.) However, due to the angle, you can only see the adjacent stall; the other two stalls are blocked by the partition when someone squats down.

That evening, I went to study as usual. Perhaps because it was the beginning of the semester and the workload wasn't heavy, there were very few people studying. In the classroom on the third floor, there were only five people, all men. After studying for over an hour, I got a craving and went to the corner of the stairs between the second and third floors to smoke. Just as I was finishing my cigarette, I saw a long-haired beauty come out of the classroom on the second floor. Looking closer, wow, wasn't that a senior? She had a great figure, a large butt that swayed as she walked, and firm, jiggling breasts. She went into the women's restroom, and I quickly darted into the men's room, closing the door to the outer stall (the one with the sinks) and placing the trash can behind it so I'd hear if anyone came in (smart, right? Just kidding). Then I slipped into the inner stall, and by then I could hear my senior urinating. I immediately climbed over the wall and peeked into the next stall. Luckily, my senior was urinating in the adjacent stall.

I saw her pull down her pants, revealing her large, white buttocks as she squatted there. I didn't dare look directly above or in front of her, afraid she'd see me if she looked up, so I leaned against the wall and looked from behind and above her, only able to see her buttocks. My senior finished urinating quickly, let out a comfortable sigh, bounced her plump buttocks a couple of times, took out some toilet paper to wipe her genitals, and stood up. Now I could see her buttocks even more clearly—round and big, white and tender, firm and perky, with such an alluring cleft.

I fucking wanted to touch her! At that moment, my penis was already pressed against the cold wall! My senior classmate pulled up her underwear and trousers, preparing to flush and leave. I quickly pulled my head back to avoid being seen by her, and then I heard her flush and leave.

At that moment, I couldn't concentrate on studying anymore. I went back to the classroom, packed up my books (actually, just one, enough to tuck into my belt), and went back to where I'd been waiting. I'd check the hallway for girls going to the restroom. To get the girls to use the stalls next to the men's, I sneaked into the women's restroom when no one was around and made a mess of the other two stalls with toilet paper, making them look dirty. This way, most girls would go to that stall. But there were very few people studying in the building, and no girls went to the restroom for a long time. Even the staircase I was on wasn't used; everyone probably used the other staircase closer to the main entrance. Finally, some girls went to the restroom, but they went in pairs. I didn't dare peek; it was too dangerous, and the other girl could easily spot me.

After waiting for ages, I got tired of standing and was about to leave when a classroom door opened, and a girl in a yellow t-shirt and denim miniskirt came out, seemingly going to the restroom. I immediately went over to see what she looked like. Nice, a pure and cute little girl, delicate-looking, with rather large eyes. I went into the men's restroom first, and after I got settled, I heard her come in. I guessed she'd climb over the wall and peek out after she'd settled in. That was risky; if she looked around, I'd be seen. But I'd been waiting too long and was getting impatient, thankfully she didn't see me. I saw her lift the hem of her skirt to her waist, pull down her white panties, and squat down.

Her butt wasn't as big as the senior student's, but it was still pert and cute! My penis instantly became erect again. *Shh*—the sound of her urinating was crisp and loud, and my heart fluttered! I saw her little butt bounce a few times, and I knew she was done. She took out some toilet paper to wipe herself and stood up.

I thought she was about to pull up her underwear and leave, but instead, she bent down to check it. I boldly leaned over and looked down with her. There were no sanitary napkins or bloodstains on her underwear, meaning she hadn't had her period, but there was a small puddle of pale yellow fluid. What was it? Leukorrhea? Or vaginal discharge? I moved my head back to her lower back, and she bent down to smell her underwear. This position completely exposed her small, white buttocks to me. I could see her vulva through her parted legs and the beautiful cleft between her buttocks. Her pubic hair was sparse, lightly covering her labia majora, which were still visible. The pink labia majora looked like open little mouths, moist and translucent, incredibly alluring. I reached out and grabbed my penis, stroking it. I really wanted to lick that lovely vulva! She straightened up again, and I thought she should have put her underwear and skirt back on, but instead she lifted her t-shirt and held it under her chin. It turned out her bra wasn't on properly—it was askew! It was a light blue bra, and her breasts weren't large, probably around a size 34, so the bra seemed a bit too big.

Considering her vaginal discharge, I guessed she must have been studying with her boyfriend earlier, and when he realized there were fewer people around, he started touching her breasts and genitals, hence the discharge and the askew bra. She pulled the bra down further, and I could see her two bright pink nipples standing erect—it felt so good! I also saw her bare lower body; she wasn't wearing underwear, and there wasn't much pubic hair, just a small tuft in her crotch. She touched her breasts a couple of times, moaning softly, as if still reliving the moment. At that moment, I really wanted to jump down and touch her a few times, then rape her! My penis was painfully hard! She finally put her clothes back on, rinsed off, and left. I masturbated, my penis erect, and ejaculated quickly!

My voyeuristic career began; I didn't know when it would end, nor did I want it to. But a later instance of peeping in the corridor became a lifelong, unforgettable pain. It was during the second semester of my junior year, a night in early June in northern China, in the dormitory building. The boys' and girls' dormitories were neighbors, and from the end of the boys' corridor, I could clearly see everything happening in the girls' corridor. Every night at 11:00 PM, I would wait at the end of the corridor. Since lights out was at 11:30 PM, the girls were busy changing and washing up. Seeing girls in bikinis (sometimes just a one-piece suit) walking around in the corridor, my heart would flutter. The worst off was my penis; though incredibly hard, it was useless!

That day, I was, as always, waiting, watching, and swallowing my saliva. A couple appeared outside the girls' dormitory corridor. They said goodbye reluctantly, and after a few words, the boy suddenly hugged the girl and kissed her. This was practically a live broadcast! Unfortunately, the lighting wasn't great, so the view wasn't very clear. I suddenly remembered a guy in my dorm had binoculars (a fellow pervert, for voyeurs), so I went back to get them. When I got back, the scene was even more intense. His hand was already under the girl's skirt, groping her buttocks. I saw her long legs and white underwear. I was so excited; I was completely imagining myself as him… Just then, he seemed to sense my gaze, quickly pushed the girl away, picked something up from the ground, and swung it in my direction. My vision went black, and I crouched down, but my first thought was: I have to escape! So I ran back to the dorm like a shot, of course, not forgetting to pick up my badly damaged binoculars. Back in the dorm, I felt heartbroken and guilty, and my little brother wisely shrank back to its original size.

From that moment on, my voyeuristic career came to an abrupt end, just like this story. Hopefully, many years from now, the image of youth in my mind will not be one of humility, darkness, or sordidness, but rather one of purity, passion, and vibrant energy…

[The End]

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