A very nice teahouse

During a tea party with a friend, I discovered a truly exceptional teahouse. Located
in the heart of a development zone, it was a popular spot for business negotiations and leisure, exuding a high-class atmosphere.
The clientele, especially the women, were all graceful and beautiful. Even the managers were impeccably dressed in
professional attire, creating a pleasing and inviting ambiance. The place offered a truly relaxing experience for both body and mind.

While using the restroom, I noticed a manager in uniform walking briskly
alongside . Watching her retreating figure, I felt a surge of desire. Pushing open the restroom door, I discovered it was a
suite: a single door leading to a washbasin, with the men's restroom on the left and the women's on the right. The doors closed automatically, meaning no one outside would know what was happening inside! A nameless excitement
welled up within me ; I couldn't quite explain it.
In the restroom, I saw three
squat toilet stalls in the men's section, each with a gap of about ten centimeters between the bottom and front. Suddenly,
a thought flashed through my mind: what if the person in the next stall was a woman…! This thought instantly made me tremble with excitement.
I heard the door open next door, and as the sound of high heels clicking on the floor faded into the distance, I gently opened the door and walked towards
the women's restroom . I listened at the door for a while, making sure no one was inside, then opened the women's restroom door and quickly slipped
inside: the layout was the same as the men's restroom, with three stalls! I didn't linger for long and quickly
came out .

Back home, I couldn't contain my excitement anymore; the image of the women there kept
replaying ! The next day, I went to the store and bought a Nikon digital camcorder, one of those miniature handheld cameras, and the picture quality was excellent!
The thought of those usually pampered and arrogant white-collar workers appearing on my camera filled me with excitement!

Having prepared everything, I headed towards the tea house with my gear. Since I was a regular, no
one paid me any attention. In the lobby, several tall, muscular managers were talking amongst themselves. I quickly
slipped into the restroom, listened for a while at the women's door to make sure no one was inside, then opened the door and went in, heading straight
for the middle stall. I crouched there for a long time before settling down, choosing the
closest, clearest, and least noticeable angle from different angles, and began quietly waiting for my prey…

A crisp footstep gradually approached, and my heart began to pound. The door opened, and
through I saw a pair of black high heels and a slender leg. I pushed open the left stall, the door closed,
and after a rustling sound of stockings against clothing, I turned on my camera and peered into the next stall:
a full, white bottom first caught my eye… The curves were beautiful, a neat tuft of dark pubic hair between
her legs, a clear spring of water gushing from between them, its
warm spray hitting the toilet bowl. My heart pounded, but I had no time to care about anything else, greedily watching. Her shiny black
high heels accentuated her beautiful feet, her pale purple stockings made her slender calves incredibly alluring, and her black
panties were pushed up to her knees. She elegantly and quietly enjoyed this tranquility. Little did she
know , just a piece of wood away, a camera was filming everything! A soft
moan escaped her lips, and a piece of pale yellow feces emerged from beneath her beautiful buttocks—it was poop! The filming continued
, and I was truly fortunate. My camera was on the whole time; her beautiful buttocks, slender calves, black high heels,
pale purple stockings, and black panties—everything was being recorded by my camera. From this
angle you couldn't see the two most important parts! What I wanted to see most now were those two places that men yearn for most!
Her defecation gave me time, and I couldn't waste it!

I tiptoed to the next stall, turned around, pressed my face to the ground, and continued my viewing: her
buttocks were slightly raised, and I could clearly see her anus. Her anus was small, a pale red,
with a ring of dense folds radiating outwards from the small opening in the center, like a chrysanthemum. A few dark, shiny
pubic hairs were scattered around her anus, and a piece of feces that hadn't fallen off hung on the anal opening. What a lewd
scene ! I couldn't resist my desire and zoomed in on the camera. Her entire anus appeared clearly on my
screen. I greedily filmed it, while my other hand played with my thick penis. Just as I was about to ejaculate,
I shuddered and came to my senses. There was still one more place I hadn't seen!

By then, I had already thrown my fear to the back of my mind; my overwhelming desire had made me forget everything! I gently opened
the door, climbed out, and came to the front of the partition. I pointed the camera at the inside. Her legs were spread apart, and
her genitals were fully exposed to my eyes. To see more clearly, I pointed the camera at her vagina and
zoomed in: a full and luscious vagina completely filled my screen. Her labia were slightly open, and
the flesh inside was pink and smooth. Her labia majora were like a baby's mouth, red and glistening, with a little urine still sticking to them.
I stared nervously at everything in front of me, looking at the huge labia on the screen, my impulse was uncontrollable. My desire
had swelled to the point of recklessness. Seeing that it was almost time, I slipped back into the partition. Because the partition was relatively
narrow and long , if I lay directly under the gap, the actual distance between me and her was only about ten centimeters, and I could
see the side of her face, which meant I would be easily discovered. But I couldn't care less about that now. My
face was only ten centimeters from her high heels. A scent of leather mixed with a woman's unique fragrance broke through the stench of urine and
clearly seeped into my nostrils. That smell drove me crazy, made me unable to resist...

Her fair hands held snow-white toilet paper, carefully wiping her round, sexy buttocks and delicate, smooth vagina
, as if my hands were caressing there. Adjusting her skirt, she walked out lightly, just as
lightly as she had walked in. I quietly opened the door and saw her beautiful back as she adjusted her clothes. My
camera captured her entire image without reservation; she looked so elegant and beautiful in her suit
. But this beautiful figure, including everything about her, had been completely captured on my camera.

After she left the bathroom, I turned on the machine and looked at everything on the screen: black high heels,
light purple stockings, black panties, an anus resembling a chrysanthemum, rosy pink labia,
the sound of urine hitting the toilet bowl, and the scene of feces slowly flowing out of the anus. I couldn't help but ejaculate...

From then on, this tea house became my paradise, and many beautiful young women, white-collar workers, and fashionable girls were...
I recorded everything. Not a single one of the tea house managers escaped my lens. The same
vaginas anuses, the same urges—the only difference was the stockings they changed daily and the various colors of their
panties, some conservative, some sexy.

Because of urban expansion, that tea house was demolished. I was disappointed for a long time, and every day I would reminisce about it all on TV
, about all the women who brought me such wonderful times.

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