Memories of Time 5

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The fifth part, "A Surprise from the Front,"

describes the voyeuristic experience in the commercial plaza. The toilets were incredibly stimulating, providing a voyeuristic thrill. The feeling of observing a woman's entire lower body from directly below was psychologically satisfying. However, the environment was appalling. I went many more times, especially after the weather got hot. Staying in that environment for more than an hour left me with a lingering, unpleasant odor. So, I would go to the commercial plaza in the afternoon and stay until evening, then cycle back to the factory for half an hour. Even then, the odor wouldn't completely dissipate. To avoid arousing my family's suspicion, I would spend another hour or so in a toilet in our factory's residential area before going home.
Back then, most third-line enterprises were built in mountainous areas near towns, and our factory was no exception. About five kilometers from the town, you'd reach a small hill, which marked the beginning of our factory area. The asphalt road split at the foot of the hill: one branch went right uphill to the residential area, and the other went left down into the valley to reach the production area.
The family quarters were built along the mountain road, following the contours of the hill in a terraced fashion. In the 1970s, they were all single-story houses, with a few two- or three-story tenement buildings. In the mid-to-late 1980s, the single-story houses were rebuilt into five- or six-story apartment buildings. At the same time, the public toilets in the family quarters were also renovated. The original dry toilets were quite simple, but the new ones were much nicer. Instead of men's and women's toilets being side by side, they were back to back, with two partition walls in the middle and a latrine drain below. Each squat toilet still had a cubicle, separated by a 1.2-meter-high cement slab. The walls from the ground to the height of the cement slab were covered with light green mosaic tiles, and the rest of the walls were painted snow-white with mortar. The cubicles had no doors, and each toilet had several large light bulbs. Family members of factory workers who did not have formal jobs were assigned to clean the toilets every afternoon, making them clean and bright at night. In addition, because ventilation was emphasized during the construction, the entire toilet was three meters high, and the walls between two and two and a half meters were all left open, with three rows of 15-centimeter-wide square cement decorative holes in the middle. At near-ground height, red bricks were used to create a latticework pattern across the entire wall, resembling dominoes. The roof directly above the latrine was also higher than the rest of the roof, supported only by a few pillars on all four sides, allowing for complete ventilation.
There were five or six such public toilets in the residential area. One of them was located in a particularly advantageous spot for peeping, as the area is mountainous, and most buildings here are situated on the same foundation platform, extending layer by layer towards the mountaintop. This toilet was right next to the road, separated from it by a transformer building. A dozen or so steps from the side of the transformer building led to the platform where the toilet was located. On the same platform, two adjacent residential buildings stood side-by-side. The men's and women's toilets each had two doors, allowing access from both the road and the apartment buildings. The men's stalls faced the concrete facade of the higher platform, separated by a two- or three-meter-wide passageway. Those not using the toilet could walk directly to the apartment building in front via this passageway. Several other apartment buildings were built on the upper platform, with stairs leading to the toilets from the side of the upper platform, facilitating access for residents of the upper buildings. The women's toilet stalls face a platform below, which is a small vegetable market. There's a passage about one meter wide between the women's toilet's outer wall and the edge of the platform. At the edge of that passage is another two-meter-high retaining wall, which turns at the entrance to the men's and women's toilets on the transformer room side, continuing all the way to the transformer room below. To get to this toilet from the road, I first had to climb the steps to the platform, then turn at the corner of the retaining wall above the transformer room to reach the men's toilet entrance. A few steps further, I'd reach the women's toilet entrance. Alternatively, I could turn at the women's toilet entrance and follow the passage to the other side of the men's and women's toilets. Further along, there was a flower bed built along the base of the retaining wall, and a dozen meters beyond that was the staff housing. However, this narrow passage was rarely used; the corners were overgrown with weeds. Later, someone placed a pile of wood, nearly two meters high, on the side of the passage closest to the staff housing, covering it with bamboo mats, blocking two or three meters of the passage and turning it into a dead end.
Initially, when I was wandering around the residential area looking for a place to peep, I didn't pay much attention to this particular toilet. The ventilation holes in the women's toilet wall were too high; climbing up to look would make me easily spotted, and there wasn't a good angle—I could only see the women squatting with their heads down. If a woman looked up, she could see me, which was too unsafe. The gaps in the lower grille did allow me to clearly see each stall in the women's toilet, but if I could see the women, they could see me too. So, I didn't observe this toilet much at first.
Until one night, I went to a classmate's house and passed by this toilet on my way home. While squatting in a stall, I heard people passing by in the passageway outside the men's toilet, but I couldn't see anything through the grille. It turned out that I had also used this toilet during the day, and I could see the outside through those gaps. I suddenly realized that while this toilet was unusable during the day, it was definitely a good place to peep at night. During the day, it was brighter outside than inside the toilet, and at night, it was the opposite—people inside the toilet couldn't see outside. So, after I finished, I quickly went to the passageway outside the women's toilet and waited for the women to arrive.
There were ten stalls in the women's restroom. I kept watch near the entrance to the transformer room. After observing the situation, I realized I didn't need to wait in the middle. Whenever a woman entered, the light shining through the grilles would change. Both the men's and women's restrooms had semi-enclosed walls at the entrance; I could wait near those walls. If a woman came from the residential building, I only needed to observe the light changes. If she came from the roadside, I could stand in the corner and listen for footsteps. If someone walked towards the women's restroom aisle, I would pretend to smoke. I had started secretly smoking in high school, and I'd seen several cigarette butts on the floor of the aisle. This way, if someone saw me in the aisle, it would be easy to explain. My parents were very strict back then; smoking meant a beating when I got home, so my secret smoking was normal.
The light changed, and I rushed to the section of wall where the change occurred, squatting down and peering through each gap. Finally, I saw a woman in the third stall—or rather, a girl. I could see her whole body; she was squatting about a meter in front of me, her pants pulled down to almost her knees, her entire lower body exposed. I knew she was two or three years younger than me because her mother taught at the factory's affiliated school, and she was two or three grades below me, probably still in junior high.
The urine sprayed out from her genitals. I've seen even smaller genitals urinate; it was a thin line of vulva, with no visible or even nonexistent labia minora, and the labia majora barely forming a shape. Her lower body was basically a white, tender piece of flesh with a small slit in the middle. This girl was clearly already developed. When she urinated, she didn't clench her fists tightly like some adult women, but rather her clenched fists were slightly open. Her lower abdomen was flat, and there was already a tuft of soft-looking fine hair on her mons pubis. The slit below was slightly open, revealing pink flesh on both sides. At the upper end of the slit, there was no sign of a clitoris, only a cute little tip. Further down, you could see two small pieces of flesh just emerging from the slit on each side, still pink, looking small and delicate. The outer labia majora had begun to change color, slightly darker than the surrounding thigh skin, also a lovely vermilion. There were a few milky white things on its surface near the labia minora and the vaginal opening, which should be the girl's secretions.
The girl squatted very low, her still-developing, slightly pointed buttocks almost sinking below her feet. Right in the middle was a small, constantly shifting bulge—her contracting anus. From my angle, I couldn't see the entire anus directly, but it looked like a tiny volcano between two mountains, constantly flattening and then rising again. Her urine gushed out like a showerhead with each contraction, soaking her entire buttocks.
I looked at her face; because of her low squatting position, her chin was resting between her knees, her left hand stroking her cheek, her head tilted, her gaze seemingly looking around. A few times her eyes met mine, but she seemed lost, quickly glancing elsewhere. Her lips were pursed as if she were straining, her right hand between her thigh and calf, her fingers unconsciously fiddling with the tender flesh near her groin. In today's terms, she was an adorably clueless peeing girl.
After she finished, she didn't use toilet paper. She bounced her little bottom up and down dramatically to shake off the remaining drops of urine, then quickly pulled up her pants and left.
In that toilet, I observed all the women, young and old, from the surrounding apartment buildings, until I graduated high school and left my hometown. When I returned after starting work, I learned that the toilet had been demolished years ago. The new apartment buildings all had their own bathrooms, and with the reform of state-owned enterprises, many young people preferred to work outside rather than return to the factory. Most of the residents in the apartment complex were retired employees. Even though the toilet was still there, I lost interest.
During my voyeuristic activities there, I also had the only experience of watching a woman change her sanitary pad in my life.
Sanitary pads are a historical term; women certainly don't use such equipment anymore. The use of sanitary napkins and sanitary sticks has made many young people completely unaware that women used to use such troublesome things during their periods. That woman was just going to the toilet to relieve herself, but it took her more than ten minutes. Back then, there were no cell phones, and you couldn't waste time squatting there playing on your phone. You can imagine how troublesome it was to use that thing.
She was a young woman in her early twenties. I remember it was winter, because she was wearing a dark coat. She went to the restroom before me, and when I arrived, I found her already squatting there. She was wearing a lot of clothes, and her legs were tightly closed, so I could only see her dark pubic hair and the constantly dripping fluid.
Because I couldn't see clearly, and because she didn't get up for a long time, the dark red stripe constantly swaying from her lower body indicated that she was menstruating. When I was getting a little tired of looking at her pubic hair, she started to take out some toilet paper to tidy herself up. I didn't know that women need toilet paper during menstruation, so I was puzzled as to why she needed such a thick stack of toilet paper when she hadn't defecated. When she took out another piece of toilet paper to wipe herself and stood up, I noticed a dark red strip of fabric with white floral patterns inside her underwear, which was pulled down to her knees. There were two long drawstrings at the top of the strip.
She stood up, lifted her sweater up, and tucked her chin under her neck. I could even see the bottom edge of her flesh-colored bra. At this moment, her pants were still pulled down to her knees, leaving her upper abdomen, navel, entire lower body, and two sections of white thighs completely exposed to the light, dazzlingly white. Around her waist was a cloth strip two or three fingers wide, like a belt. I'd never seen this before and didn't know its purpose. Near her navel, there were two buttons sewn into the middle of the strip, each with a small loop on either side, also made of cloth. After standing up, she took out a piece of toilet paper and carefully wiped her lower body again, front and back. The way she rubbed her buttocks from behind, chin in hand, was incredibly alluring. From the front, it looked like a frozen image of a girl dancing with her clothes off, her lower body exposed. Her half-exposed bra, slender waist, and small, deep navel, along with the neatly arranged, glossy black pubic hair protruding from the juncture of her legs, revealed a young and beautiful female body.
The girl stood there like a body exhibit, bending over to lift the fabric strip from her underwear. Now I could see clearly that the strip extended from her crotch, with two elastic bands sewn onto it. She carefully tucked a long, neatly stacked bundle of tissue paper between the two elastic bands, then lifted the strip and fastened the two buckles of her belt into the two buttonholes at the end of the sanitary pad. Following the strip from her crotch down to her back (there were probably two more buttonholes at the back), she held the strip down with her left hand and reached behind her to fasten it to the two buttons at her lower back. Now the sanitary pad was like a crotch protector. The sanitary pad was draped over her crotch like a cloth. She lowered her body, awkwardly spreading her legs a little wider. She reached her hands to her genitals, gently adjusting the position of the toilet paper padding. Judging from her adjustment, I guessed that not only her genitals were covered, but her anus was probably also covered. After adjusting it to a position that felt comfortable to her, she threaded the two straps at the end of the sanitary pad through the two loops on her waistband, wrapped them around her back, and tied a knot. After tying it, she pressed her right hand against her vaginal opening through the sanitary pad before slowly lowering her sweater and pulling up her pants.
It took the girl a few minutes to complete this task. I squatted by the grille, quietly watching her tidy herself up, until she transformed from a half-naked woman into a pretty lady wearing a turtleneck sweater, a coat, dark trousers, and small leather shoes. However, the lower part of her trousers was somewhat bulky, clearly bulging unnaturally from being stuffed with a bunch of paper scraps.
As I write this, I can't recall her face at all. I don't know if it's because I drank too much tonight, but I have absolutely no memory of the girl's appearance. Maybe my memory is only of her body, that dazzling white and shiny black, and that amazing strip of cloth...

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