[Peeping Tom Fragments] (Springtime Scenery in the Workshop Bathroom)

I remember when I used to work in a factory, there was a shared bathroom in my workshop.

The bathroom was actually a passageway with two doors, one in the front and one in the back. The front door had a latch; whoever was

showering would simply lock it. The back door was locked, but you could get

there . Outside the back door was another passageway, with warehouses for raw materials on either side. People were on duty during the day, and after work,

they would lock the warehouses, but the passageway remained accessible.

When I first arrived at the workshop, I immediately noticed the bathroom's layout. I realized that by simply drilling a hole in the back door, you could

see right through. Since all the lights in the passageway were off at night, it was pitch black, and

you couldn't see anything from the inside. Therefore, looking into the bathroom through the hole was perfectly safe.

Because smoking was prohibited in the workshop at the time, some smokers often sneaked out to the aisle to smoke. To prevent anyone

from suddenly coming in, I threw several small metal buckets containing raw materials on the floor. Whenever someone came in, they would bump into the buckets

and make a sound. At that moment, I could pretend to be smoking, and no one would suspect that I was peeping inside.

Brother Yee said I was good at digging holes to spy, which is indeed true. It's not that others couldn't think of this method,

but I was selective about the location of the hole when I dug it. Some enthusiasts only think about how to spy on others and don't

care about the location of the hole at all. A good spy hole should have the following requirements: first, the angle; second, it

should not be easily discovered by the person being spied on; and third, it should be easy to hide after the person has looked through it.

The location I chose for the back door was below the keyhole. Because the lock on the back door had been changed several times,

there was already a small gap under the lock cylinder. However, the view through this gap wasn't ideal; the field of vision was too narrow, and prolonged

peeping would inevitably cause eye strain and dizziness. So, I used a screwdriver to widen the lower edge by about 5mm. To conceal the

deliberate action, I then smeared it with a mixture of machine oil and dirt, and placed some cotton gauze under the door. After peeping

, I would stuff the cotton gauze inside, so that even if someone came in to smoke, they wouldn't see the light coming from the bathroom.

I often worked the night shift at that time. I could have come in later, but I wanted to spy on people showering after the afternoon shift,

so I always arrived early. The afternoon shift was the best time to spy, because people who had worked a long day were tired

and sleepy, and often washed their bodies with their eyes closed. At that time,

most of the people working the afternoon shift were women, except for a few male maintenance workers.

The bathroom only had one showerhead, and the room could only accommodate a maximum of two people showering at the same time. Some women

, impatient, would go to other workshops to shower, but for me, seeing two or three pairs of women

showering at the same time each night was enough.

Although they were all my colleagues in the workshop, they were always neatly dressed, so I

could only imagine their naked bodies from the way their clothes clung to their curves. The first time I peeped

, I was very excited. During the day, I would think about all sorts of things I might see in the bathroom at night, and my body would inevitably

tremble. I didn't even want to eat dinner; I just hoped that time would hurry up and reach ten o'clock, because that's when

people who were about to finish their shift would start showering and eating.

I arrived at the workshop at nine-thirty. When I met my colleagues, I told them I was going to visit a friend in another workshop, and then, when no one

was looking, I slipped into the corridor. I took off my cotton pad and looked into the bathroom. The light was on, but the front door was open, and no

one was showering. These were probably the longest few minutes of my life; I was in a

state of anxiety, longing, and excitement.

A little after ten o'clock, there was finally some movement. Two women came in carrying small basins and buckets. I saw that

besides toiletries, there were bras and panties in the basins, which they were going to change into after showering. Upon closer inspection, I recognized one

as Li Ping and the other as Yang Hong.

Li Ping had gotten married two months ago, while Yang Hong was younger than me. The two of them turned on the water valve first. Perhaps because

the water was cold, they didn't immediately take off their clothes. Instead, they stood by the door talking to the people outside, because another group was

still waiting. After a while, the water started to steam. They closed the door and then began to undress.

Li Ping took off her top first, while Yang Hong unbuckled her belt. Li Ping undressed quickly, soon leaving only a

bra on, while her pants were still on. Her bra was white and seemed a bit large, completely covering her

breasts .

Yang Hong sat on the bench in the bathroom and took off her pants. She seemed to be in a hurry, pulling down her outer pants and inner leggings together

, revealing a pink pair of panties. Yang Hong threw her trousers onto the chair, then

lifted pulled down her panties. She didn't throw them on the chair, but instead pulled them up to her crotch

before placing them in the bucket on the floor. Li Ping had already unhooked her bra, revealing her pair of fair

breasts.

She usually looked very thin, but her breasts were surprisingly full and firm, perfectly pear-shaped. Her

areolas weren't large, and her nipples were dark brown, with a few hairs below her left nipple. As she bent over to take off her trousers, her

breasts jiggled wildly. Yang Hong had already taken off her top. Strangely, she wasn't wearing a bra, just a

loose undershirt. No wonder her breasts swayed so much when she wore a sweater . While she was taking off her top, her lower body remained bare, allowing me to easily see her still-wet lower body. 　　Her navel was unsightly, unlike other women's inverted crescent-shaped navels; instead, a lump of flesh protruded and turned outwards. However, her lower abdomen was well-shaped, flat and smooth at the top, forming an arc as it extended to her mons pubis. This arc was especially noticeable when her legs were together, making her lower abdomen and mons pubis appear as one . 　　Yang Hong's pubic hair wasn't sparse, but it looked soft and evenly distributed in an inverted triangle. Li Ping was wearing flesh-colored underwear, which seemed ill-fitting, with loose edges at the thighs, revealing her dark pubic hair underneath—probably stretched taut by her husband when he pulled down her pants. 　　Li Ping didn't immediately remove her underwear but instead stood under the showerhead to wash her hair. First, she let the water soak through her from top to bottom, then lowered her head to let the water flow over her long hair as much as possible. After washing for a while, she stood to the side and applied shampoo to her hair. By this time, her underwear had become semi-transparent, and the clump of dark pubic hair beneath was faintly visible. 　　At this moment, Yang Hong, who was standing nearby, suddenly walked forward with a grin and pulled down Li Ping's underwear. Li Ping screamed Yang Hong pulled her underwear down to her knees. Although Li Ping's underwear was pulled down to her knees,

She was helpless, as her head was covered in foam, and she could only stand there and continue washing her hair. Her thick pubic

hair was completely exposed, and a pair of flesh-colored panties that had been pulled down were still hanging on her white thighs. The scene

was incredibly stimulating!

Watching Li Ping wash her hair, Yang Hong started showering herself. She had long hair, and the front

was permed. Perhaps worried that the water would ruin her perm, she first tied her long hair up, put on a shower cap,

and then stood under the showerhead to rinse. Yang Hong's breasts were large, resembling small round balls from the front. When she

turned to the side , her breasts appeared very firm. Her areolas were larger than Li Ping's, but her nipples were pink and

much smaller in diameter than Li Ping's.

After rinsing for a while, Yang Hong stood to the side, poured shower gel into her hands, and then rubbed it onto her breasts,

starting from the center and slowly massaging outwards. Yang Hong's armpit hair was as sparse as her pubic hair, but

it was quite noticeable under her white armpits. After wiping her armpits, she moved her hands down to her lower abdomen. When she reached her navel, she

inserted her fingertips slightly and gently scratched it. At this point, she seemed very tense, her buttocks taut, probably

afraid of hurting herself.

After scratching her navel, she vigorously rubbed her breasts, then spread her legs and

rubbed her genitals vigorously with her foam-covered hands. After a while, she started washing her thighs. Perhaps finding bending over uncomfortable, she

lifted her feet and braced them against the water pipe, then applied shower gel to her legs. By the time she reached her calves, her

genitals were completely spread apart, but unfortunately, they were covered in foam, so nothing could be seen inside. However, her posture was enough

to make one's nose bleed.

Li Ping washed her body quickly, especially her genitals, which she only rubbed haphazardly a few times before

squatting to wash her underwear. Li Ping was squatting facing the back door, making it easy for me to see

her exposed genitals. Li Ping's vulva wasn't full, but her inner labia were well-developed. The lack of fullness in her vulva

made her inner labia appear even larger, almost giving the impression that she had a small penis.

As Li Ping washed, her anus suddenly contracted, and a stream of water gushed from the folds of her vulva—

she was urinating. Although she was urinating, she continued to scrub her clothes with her hands. After urinating, she stood

under the showerhead to rinse her vulva. By this time, Yang Hong had also rinsed off the soap. Then she pinched

Li Ping's breast and giggled, saying something.

Li Ping suddenly hugged Yang Hong and began to probe Yang Hong's vulva with her hand. Yang Hong desperately tried to close her legs

to prevent Li Ping's hand from entering, but Li Ping was much stronger than Yang Hong, and eventually, Li Ping's hand penetrated

her . Yang Hong laughed and cried out, her slender waist twisting and her breasts trembling.

They continued this for a while before finally stopping.

[The End]

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