Memories of Time 4-1

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Part Four: An Accidental Discovery (2)

This spot in the commercial plaza was the only place where I could watch a woman's genitals up close. I have never been able to watch a woman using the toilet up close since. With the widespread use of flush toilets and individual cubicles, including latrines, the viewing distance is about one meter from the woman. I have never encountered a toilet where I could watch a woman's buttocks up close.
I only enjoyed this toilet for about half a year. As a teenager, my experience was too limited. In the end, after a thrilling harassment, I gave up on this spot because I was afraid the girl would recognize me.
I am a voyeur who seeks extreme thrills. As I get older and have more experience in this area, I am more aware of my perverted fetish. I write these things down for three reasons. First, they are based on real experiences, but to avoid risks, I can only make the main points true and modify the details. Second, I want everyone to understand clearly. This is the confession of a perverted old bird with nearly 30 years of voyeurism experience, and also to leave some written memories for myself. Third, I hope everyone will treat this as a little yellow book. All the madness and thrills can be felt through the text. Voyeurism is risky, and caution is advised in real combat!
After half a year of admiring the vulvas and anuses of countless beautiful women in the shopping plaza, I finally had my final peep in this toilet.
It was past Labor Day, and the weather was gradually getting warmer. Most girls were wearing skirts, especially in shopping plazas like this. Many girls were wearing a type of dress that was very popular that year. The only thing to complain about was that the dresses always had a padded shoulder. I think it was Wei Wei or Mao Amin who popularized this style during the Spring Festival Gala some year, and padded-shoulder dresses were everywhere. To be honest, they were really ugly! Even the prettiest girls looked like they were carrying their shoulders.
Summer was approaching, so I usually chose to peep after the septic tank workers had finished cleaning. The environment was better then, and the smell was much less. Otherwise, I would be overwhelmed by the stench as soon as I got close to the cesspool.
It wasn't a weekend, because I remember that the teacher for the second period that afternoon had something to do, so we had to study on our own. Usually, there were two regular classes in the afternoon, followed by a study period before school ended. I think I sneaked out of school; anyway, the rest of the time was study. It might be related to my adolescence; during that time, I seemed to constantly think about the white buttocks of the women I'd seen. The satisfaction of having a clear view of a woman's crotch from below kept stimulating my nerves, making me restless every afternoon.
I arrived at the shopping plaza before four o'clock, parked my bicycle at the entrance of a small alley for easy exit. The weather was quite nice, not too hot, and as usual, there weren't many customers. I wandered around the restrooms; they were empty and quite clean. I'd already placed bricks in the drain to allow me to walk to the third stall; I couldn't go any further in, as I was worried about making evacuation difficult in case of an emergency.
Not wanting to stand behind the restrooms smelling the stench, I decided to stroll around the mall, hoping to see if there were any pretty girls to feast my eyes on. I didn't see the woman selling postcards; her husband must be minding the shop. When I reached the second floor, I saw a cute, pretty girl walking towards the stairs. Seeing a small stack of white toilet paper peeking out from her clenched fist, I understood everything. Not wanting to immediately turn around and follow her downstairs, I quickened my pace towards the other side of the mall. When I reached the exit closest to the restroom on the first floor, the girl was about ten meters ahead of me, heading towards the restroom. Thankfully, she wasn't wearing one of those uncomfortable dresses I find unsettling. She wasn't tall, around twenty, probably less than 1.6 meters, wearing a tight-fitting white blouse with a ruffled collar underneath a women's suit jacket. Her trousers were the kind that taper to the calves and thighs. She had long, flowing hair with bangs, which made her figure appear petite and delicate. She was probably a stall attendant.
After she entered the women's restroom, I rushed to the cesspool. By then, I had stopped observing in the alleyways, as almost no one would come in. I didn't care if anyone was in the men's restroom; they couldn't see me anyway. When I got down to the cesspool, I saw that half of the projection of the second squatting stall in the women's restroom was filled with a dark shadow. I carefully placed my feet on the bricks between the first and second stalls, right foot forward, left foot back, tilting my body slightly to the left and forward to avoid the stream of urine that was splashing everywhere on the slope of the cesspool. I observed her closely from slightly behind and directly below her buttocks.
The girl was squatting quite far forward, and some urine had spilled onto the floor in front of the stall. Her pants were pulled down to almost her knees, and her belt was directly pressed against her knees. As the urine continued to flow, I saw her anus wriggling incessantly. As the folds were magnified and stretched, the tightly contracted anus began to slowly open, revealing a section of dark yellow feces inside, which slowly squeezed out of the rounded hole. The anus, which was originally dark reddish-brown, had also swelled to a vermilion color.
I could see her elbows protruding from her knees; she was probably resting her chin on the backs of her hands. I couldn't see her face between her legs. That was fine; maybe she was resting with her eyes closed while defecating. I wished she would stay squatting like that forever.
The girl's labia minora were quite long, which I rarely saw. When her anus stopped producing feces, leaving only a few bits of residue around it, I quietly moved my head closer to her buttocks, gently extending my right hand towards her labia minora. My thumb and forefinger were positioned on either side of her labia minora, the tips almost touching her labia majora. I could even feel the warmth of her labia. At the point where the labia met, a small, pale pinkish-purple flesh, lighter than the surrounding skin, was faintly visible, like a tiny soybean peeking out. Behind the labia, the vaginal opening wasn't completely covered, revealing the glistening, tender flesh of the inner vagina, similar in color to the clitoris. Further back, a brownish fleshy line rising from the perineum connected the vaginal opening to the anus.
So beautiful!
The girl didn't have much pubic hair; her labia majora were almost completely clean, and there was only a tuft of dark hair about a centimeter above her clitoris on her mons pubis, forming a rounded tuft of hair on her lower abdomen.
For at least a few minutes, the girl's buttocks remained motionless, only occasionally her anus contracted a few times, squeezing out a small piece of feces, followed by a slight twitch of her tightly closed labia minora, but they wouldn't open.
The girl seemed to be dozing off. Because I was squatting near the front, I even reached my left hand out of the squat toilet and lightly stroked her buttocks and waist in circular motions, even gently touching the hem of her shirt, but the girl didn't react at all.
I quietly left the toilet latrine and returned to the surface. A bold idea was slowly forming in my mind. I first went to check the men's restroom; no one was there. The direction of the shopping mall—no one was there either. I stood by the eucalyptus tree near the entrance to the women's restroom, cautiously approaching. Seizing the opportunity, I darted to the semi-enclosed wall of the entrance, making sure no one could see me. Then, I slowly leaned towards the door frame, cautiously peeking inside. A row of squat toilets came into view. I peeked further in and saw the girl's hair and face. Sure enough, she had her hands on her knees, her chin and right cheek resting on the back of her hands, her face turned slightly to the side with her eyes closed.
A surge of excitement coursed through me. I quickly left the entrance, making sure no one was around, and returned to the cesspool. Before going down, I picked up a thin twig from under the eucalyptus tree and went back to the girl's buttocks.
My heart pounded with tension and excitement. I slowly, tremblingly, touched the skin around her anus with the thin twig.
Her anus contracted a few times, but she didn't react otherwise!
A few buzzing flies made me realize that perhaps they had also flown around her anus, making her think it was those nasty little creatures again. This time, I slowly approached the girl's long labia minora with the twig, skimming over them like a dragonfly skimming the water. The girl immediately stretched out her right hand and scratched the spot where I had scratched her labia minora twice. I could even see the tender flesh between the labia minora as they opened and closed. After doing all this, the girl put her hands back on her knees and remained motionless, except for a few contractions of her anus.
I felt all the blood rushing to my head—a prelude to my madness!
I reached out with my left hand and placed it under the hem of the girl's shirt; I'd need to grab it there in a moment. My right hand slowly approached her labia minora, stopping just short of where I could pinch them between my two fingers.
I was ready. Whether to act or not only hesitated for a second in my mind, but then I acted without thinking!
I first gently lifted the girl's shirt a little so I could grab more of the fabric; the girl didn't move. Then, my right thumb and forefinger slowly approached her labia minora until they gently touched…
This time, the girl didn't immediately reach out to shoo away what she considered a small thing; she just remained still. My fingers lingered on her labia for less than two seconds before separating again, but the soft touch and warmth still lingered in my mind.
Just then, the girl wiggled her buttocks. My left hand was about to leave her shirt when, without thinking, I grabbed the hem of her shirt and suit jacket, pressing my head between her anus and tailbone to prevent her from moving. The girl started to try to get up restlessly. I gripped her clothes tightly with my left hand, while my right hand covered her genitals, my fingers on her sparsely haired mons pubis, my palm completely enveloping her labia minora.
I could feel the girl trying to look down to see her lower body and the inside of the toilet bowl. My face was pressed against her buttocks, even my nose was covered in her feces. I didn't care anymore. As long as my left hand didn't loosen its grip, the girl couldn't get up. Her body was tilted, her left side already touching the side of the toilet bowl, her left hand supporting her on the ground. Ignoring her struggles, I vigorously rubbed her genitals with my right hand, and took the opportunity to insert my middle finger between her labia, groping for the opening and pushing it in a little.
The girl's body visibly trembled, and she quickly grabbed my right hand with her right, but didn't move. Her body stopped struggling, and only heavy breathing remained. I slowly inserted my fingers deeper again, but the girl still didn't move. She just gripped my hand even tighter with her right hand and said in a trembling voice,
"Don't go in any further..."
I stopped going deeper and only used my fingers to slowly rotate inside the girl's vagina, slowly swirling and penetrating a little deeper. Two knuckles were fully inside. The girl's vagina wasn't dry; I only felt a warm, moist sensation enveloping my fingers, making me want to explore further.
"No, it hurts, it hurts..."
I felt the girl's body trembling uncontrollably. The shock had made her sit half-upright on my face, her anus just a little in front of my nose, her body half-leaning back. She tried to pull my fingers out, but with a forceful push from her right hand, I inserted my fingers again.
"No, no..."
She didn't dare to move anymore, but only slightly tightened her legs, trying to squeeze my fingers out. I took a deep breath and inserted my middle finger all the way in, fully feeling her tender flesh with my fingertip and pad. The girl suddenly spread her legs, her right hand tugging hard at my fingers. I gently hooked my middle finger towards her anus inside her vagina, and the girl froze.
"Pull it out, pull it out, it hurts, please..."
I didn't dare speak, just gently thrusting in and out of her vagina. My palm was already covering her anus, my index and ring fingers rubbing her labia with the thrusting of my middle finger, while my thumb and little finger gently scraped her labia majora and the base of her thighs. The girl seemed to be using my hand to masturbate herself, her lower abdomen protruding, her upper body leaning back under the pull of my left hand.
I was worried that someone would come if it went on too long, so after a dozen or twenty thrusts, she was completely limp. My forehead was pressed against her buttocks, and my left hand had become a support for her waist, allowing her to maintain her sitting position.
After I suddenly accelerated my thrusts a few times, the girl straightened her back, protruding her lower body, and her legs spread even wider.
"It hurts, it hurts, pull it out, pull it out..."
I pulled my finger out, and casually rubbed her clitoris a few times. The girl's body stiffened, and I quickly used my left hand to push her waist forward and to the left, so that her upper body could lean against the partition on the left side of the squat toilet. The girl's left knee was on the ground, her left buttock and thigh were pressed on her calf, her right leg was across the squat toilet, and her right foot was still on the right side of the squat toilet. The girl was slumped in a ball like this, her head buried in her chest, her hair covering her cheeks so I couldn't see her clearly, and her body was still trembling slightly.
Just as I finished doing all this, someone came into the women's restroom. I quickly shrank back, because at this time my head and upper body were basically above the squat toilet floor. I was shrinking back into the toilet trough to prepare to retreat when a woman took off her pants and squatted down in one of the first few squat toilets in the women's restroom. Immediately afterwards, a loud sound of urinating came, and less than a minute later, the woman pulled up her pants and left. During this time, the girl next to me did not make any sound, only her body breathing up and down. I stuck my head out again, and only then did I smell a faint stench. I wiped the feces off my nose with my fingers, then rubbed my feces-covered fingers back and forth on the girl's right buttock a few times. The girl didn't react to my actions, letting me caress her fair buttocks.
Seeing that other women wouldn't see the girl unless they went further inside, my lust flared up again. I lifted the girl's right leg with my right hand, spread her buttocks apart with my left, and used several fingers to trace from her pubic hair all the way to her anus. I then parted her long labia minora, placing my fingers at the entrance of her vagina. The girl shuddered again,
"No, let me go..."
As she spoke, her right hand pulled my left hand from behind her buttocks. I was still nervous and excited, and only twirled my fingers around her opening before removing them from her lower body.
I couldn't delay any longer; if I got caught, it would all be over.
I patted the girl's bottom as a farewell, then quickly ducked away...
After leaving, I didn't dare go far, afraid something might happen, so I hid in a corner on the first floor of the shopping mall where I could see the restrooms, waiting for the girl to come out. Ten minutes passed before she slowly emerged from the restroom. Luckily, no other women went in during that time. The girl wasn't as listless as I had imagined, just a little dispirited. She had tidied herself up and slowly walked towards the shopping mall. Even
afterward, I was still scared. I was afraid the girl might recognize me. From then on, I never dared to go there again, and I even tried to avoid the shopping mall area altogether.

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