Bathroom Story

I started working at an electronics factory here earlier this year. The manufacturing industry is in a slump right now, and frontline workers like us, without much education or skills, have to keep changing jobs. After three months of hard work, I finally got a permanent position. I was suddenly a little excited when I received the official offer. I thought to myself, I've worked so hard lately, I need to treat myself. I asked around with my colleagues, and the most famous thing here is probably the services offered by bathhouses. Massage, foot reflexology, and pedicures are famous throughout the country.
After mid-autumn, the weather has just turned cool, but the lingering heat of summer hasn't completely dissipated. Many leisure centers and bathhouses are starting to get busy. Actually, all kinds of bathhouses are scattered throughout the city, from luxurious leisure clubs to simply decorated bathrooms in residential areas, all are thriving. If you look closely, you'll find they all have something in common: their signs all say foot baths, acupressure, and health care. Locals have been fond of bathing since ancient times; "in the morning, meat wraps in water; in the evening, water wraps in meat." A soak in the bathhouse at night warms the body and relaxes the mind and body. Nowadays, bathhouses have long since moved beyond those "low-brow" establishments, offering a variety of other services. The local gray market is thriving, reminiscent of the ancient Chinese saying, "A row of boudoirs stands by the water, each reflecting the beauty of a woman."
It was Friday, and after a busy week, this single young man, living away from home, needed to address some physiological needs. He usually relied on female bathhouse attendants, but this time he wanted to try some local services. He found a familiar bathhouse nearby on a local forum, hearing it offered good value. Checking Meituan (a Chinese food delivery platform), the environment seemed clean enough, so he drove there.
Guided by the lobby manager, he took the elevator straight to the third-floor sauna. While he was showering, the lights suddenly went out, and the bathroom fell silent. No one panicked; instead, they remained calm, assuming that a power outage in a bathhouse wasn't unusual. He hastily grabbed a towel, dried his shampoo-stained hair, and was about to leave. Normally, the lobby manager would lead him to a private room, but now he couldn't even see the way. This was my first time in this bathroom, and I wasn't familiar with it. Besides, the layout was incredibly complicated, with twists and turns that made it completely confusing. I was desperately trying to avoid walking straight out the door, since being naked would be a laughingstock. I groped my way along the walls in the dark, when suddenly I felt like I'd been struck by something. What was that strong scent of women's shampoo in the air? Oh no! I slapped my forehead; I'd inadvertently walked into the women's bathroom. Luckily, it was dark, and the women were complaining about the power outage, unaware that a man had infiltrated this large women's bathroom. I initially planned to sneak out, but the strong feminine scent in the air, the sound of water dripping from women's bodies onto the floor, caused me to get an erection. Lust overwhelmed my reason. The power would probably be out for a long time; that was for sure. I forced myself to calm down, and my courage grew. The bathhouse was located near the garment factory, and usually quite a few pretty women came to bathe there. Seizing the opportunity, I trembled as I reached out with my hands. "Ah—" A soft sigh escaped my lips; I had touched something. It was a woman's buttocks, incredibly soft, no doubt about it. Perhaps the power outage had made it too dark, causing her to mistake me for another woman, or perhaps she was completely unprepared for a man in the room, or perhaps she was too ashamed to shout, but the woman made no sound other than soft "ahs." This only emboldened me further. I began to vigorously knead her smooth, round buttocks. The sensation was so stimulating that I couldn't help but tremble. Now she must have realized I was a man, and she tried to resist me with her hands, attempting to pry open the hands that were gripping her buttocks, but she remained silent. I became more audacious, my hands sliding upwards towards her breasts, which were also full and plump, no less so than her buttocks. I squeezed and pressed her nipples wantonly; they were already hard. Under my repeated stimulation, she actually became aroused in the dimly lit, damp, and stuffy bathroom. Her whole body went limp, without any power to resist. I became even more excited; blood rushed to my penis, which was erect like a deeply furrowed tree trunk, the glans swaying up and down under intense sexual stimulation. My hand reached down there; the wetness had matted her pubic hair, making it incredibly smooth. My fingers gently parted the pubic hair, and after rubbing her clitoris, which was already as full as a soybean, I quickly spread my fingers, completely opening her labia. She let out another moan, this time a little louder than before, but fortunately, it didn't attract the attention of those around us. I couldn't hold back any longer; my whole body was burning hot, and the only thing in my world was this soft flesh beneath me. My huge penis instantly plunged inside, thrusting back and forth. The moment I entered, I realized she wasn't a factory worker from the nearby garment factory; she was clearly a middle school girl who had just fully developed. With each thrust, she began to moan softly with excitement, but I knew she was trying her best to control herself; her body was spasming, yet she dared not make a loud sound.
As I thrust, I sensed my surroundings. This was the shower area in the girls' bathroom, with granite partitions separating each showerhead—a design similar to the boys' bathroom. I turned on the shower, the rushing water quickly masking her moans. Unlike the boys' bathroom, each showerhead in the girls' bathroom had a stone bench with a hollow center. Controlling my initial urge to ejaculate, I pulled out abruptly. The girl sat exhausted on the bench, saying sweetly, "Brother, I want more." I replied, "Listen to me, I promise you'll be comfortable." I sat on the stone bench, applying some shower gel to her soft breasts and between her thighs. She obediently let her breasts roam across my front and back, her thighs rubbing against my arms and legs. Perhaps it was the smooth skin of a young girl just entering puberty, or perhaps it was the lubrication of the shower gel, but her body moved like a snake across my skin. When she tired of this, she hugged me tightly, bringing her face close. In the dim light of my phone, I could see her large eyes and long eyelashes. I kissed her lips, trying to find her tongue with mine, but she deftly avoided it. I gently bit her upper lip, as soft as a newly opened petal in early spring. We nibbled at each other for a moment, then she suddenly slid down to my crotch, first with a slightly teeth-like swallowing motion, then while stroking my penis with her hand, she licked my perineum with her skillful tongue, occasionally sucking on my testicles. Afraid I couldn't hold back under her ministrations, I pushed her against the wall of the stall. She leaned against the shelf holding the toiletries, and we stood facing each other. My younger brother, already burning with desire, once again penetrated her deepest depths. She let out a soft moan, then wrapped her arms around my neck, and we kissed and made love. Later, we switched to my favorite doggy style, thrusting into her while ravaging her breasts. With my force, her breasts swayed even more violently. Her vagina was so tight, gripping my penis tightly. A surge of intense stimulation washed over me, and I finally couldn't hold back. The thick, sticky love juice secreted from her vagina mixed with sweat and the water from the shower, lubricating and nourishing me. I felt the overflowing, white, cloudy semen about to erupt from the center of my brain. "Ah, not... inside... not..."
I frantically groped my way out along the wall, still shaken. Just then, the light came on!

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