Memories of taking baths as a child

I can't remember the exact time, but it seems to have been the summer after I graduated from elementary school. One afternoon, I went swimming and bathing in the stream with my friends. At first, everyone was diving and swimming freely in the deep end. But as it was getting dark, a mature woman came up from the path by the stream (I was only 12 or 13 at the time, so I thought women over 18 were mature). Suddenly, all the boys who were just playing around had their eyes light up, and they were like wolves seeing sheep. When the girl came to the stream, she didn't change her swimsuit behind the bushes and trees like other women before going into the water. Instead, she took off her shorts and came down wearing only a short-sleeved shirt. At first, everyone just glanced at her a few times because the woman was wearing white, opaque underwear before she went into the water, so they could only see her white thighs. But after she swam for a while, everyone noticed something different. Before the underwear got wet, it was nothing special, just covering her ample breasts tightly, not even a single black hair showing. But now, after being soaked, it changed from opaque to like a thin veil clinging to her breasts, making the entire valley and stream clearly visible, if not crystal clear, but basically clearer than in the uncensored adult films I'd seen later. Suddenly, all my young male friends started swimming towards her, especially when they were almost level with her body, they practically swam at a snail's pace. Of course, I was no exception; after all, we were all just entering puberty, and we were naturally very curious about women's private parts. So, after I followed suit and swam over, slowly, the woman's most mysterious place began to be revealed before my eyes. To be honest, even now that I have a wife and have watched countless adult films and viewed various photo sets online, this is still the first time I've ever seen a woman's genitals. Through a thin layer of transparent panties, because it was in shallow water, the water in the stream just reached the girl's waist. Because it wasn't developed back then, the water was very clear. At a glance, I could see a thick circle of black hair covering the inner thighs. The two cliffs on both sides of the valley were tightly pressed against the transparent gauze. I remember the color wasn't like the pink of virginity that I saw later; it was a bit purplish-black. At that moment, my brain instantly went blank, and my little brother, who had just developed an erection, stood up and paid homage to the woman's most mysterious place. To be honest, that was the first time I had ever seen a woman's genitals. It was after that that my curiosity about women intensified infinitely. I started using all sorts of connections to find pornographic videotapes to watch (back then, most homes still used VCRs that inserted videotapes, not DVDs). From then on, I embarked on the path of no return as a pervert. Of course, that's another story. If you've ever been to a rural stream, you know that although the water doesn't have the wave-like flow of the ocean, because it's constantly flowing, when the water reaches just above waist level, the woman's vulva is instantly submerged and then exposed. A group of boys kept flowing past her, and soon the woman realized she was exposed. Embarrassed and angry, she quickly covered herself and ran back to where she kept her clothes, quickly putting on her skirt. All her clothes then disappeared along the narrow path along the streambank towards another swimming area, presumably to find a new place to swim. Looking back now, we boys, aged 12, 13, 14, and 5, were incredibly innocent. If it were a kid of that age today, I doubt they'd have tried to take advantage of us. And if that woman were a woman of that age today, she might proudly continue to tempt us little brats. Time flies. Childhood was full of beauty, all gone now. A few years ago, I went back to my hometown and decided to revisit the stream that once offered a panoramic view of the valley. But what I saw was devastation. Sand excavators had left murky scars in the stream; the swimming paradise of yesteryear was gone. Sigh, the economy has developed, living standards have improved, but why do people now live like walking corpses, so empty? Where has the simple beauty of those days gone? [The End]

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