Memories of Time 3

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Part Three: A Strange Encounter at the Bathhouse

After I was admitted to the high school in my small town, my father bought me a bicycle because the school was several kilometers from home. With the availability of transportation and as I grew older, I basically explored every public toilet and public bathhouse in the town. By then, I had become a typical voyeur. In
the early 1990s, the small town was still quite isolated, and the toilets were old-fashioned squat toilets. Most of the women's toilets I saw involved watching women squatting from above the wall, or peeking through small holes in the wall at the side of their buttocks. At most, I'd catch a glimpse of a patch of dark hair when they stood up, or a glimpse of half-exposed buttocks. There were only one or two toilets where you could see from the front or below—that will be my experience in the next part, so I'll leave it for now.
There was a cement factory on the outskirts of the town, built to provide employment for the town's population. Most of the workers were residents of the town, so there was no family quarters, only a two-story dormitory building housing some young workers, with men and women occupying separate floors. There were probably a dozen or so young female workers.
The cement plant's layout is such that after entering the main gate, you walk straight for about twenty meters to reach the production area. Turning left at the gate, about ten meters away, is a small shop next to the dormitory building. Further ahead, about fifty meters, is a simple bathhouse. It has red brick walls, without any plaster or cement, exposing the cracks in the walls. The hot water used is tap water from the cement plant used to cool the equipment. The main users are the young workers in the plant. Because there's no entrance fee, occasionally some residents from the surrounding area come to bathe.
The cement plant produces a lot of dust, so workers usually take a bath after work. I stumbled upon this good spot while cycling around the small town. As soon as I approached the bathhouse and saw the brick walls with their cracks, I knew there might be something there. So, one weekend evening, I specifically came here to take a bath and scout out the area.
The simple bathhouse is divided into inner and outer rooms. The outer room is a dressing room, with a ring of wooden strips with hooks nailed to the walls. There are two rows of long benches in the middle. The room isn't big, but it can accommodate about ten people changing clothes at the same time. The inner room was the shower room, with about a dozen showerheads along the same wall. A concrete platform about 1.2 meters high was divided in two, leaving a gap of about 1.5 meters wide enough for a person to pass through. The inner and outer rooms shared a wall with the women's bathhouse. In the lower part of the wall, there were hidden small holes in each room; I knew these were the work of previous bathhouse staff.
After four or five scouting trips, I discovered that the bathing times were quite dispersed, from 2 or 3 pm to midnight. People would come after the morning and afternoon shifts, and possibly even the night shift, but I didn't have the opportunity to watch that late. Hot water was available 24 hours a day. The fewest people were bathing in the afternoon and after 9 pm. I peeked through the small hole in the wall a few times in the afternoon and evening to watch the women bathe and change. There was an opportunity to spy when only one or two men were left on the men's side. The evening was the busiest time, as residents from the surrounding area also came. Although I had successful attempts in the afternoon and evening, one or two were truly thrilling, making me both love and fear this bathhouse. I wanted to peek but was afraid of getting caught; that cat-and-mouse feeling was unbearable.
Later, I made another discovery: behind the bathhouse, parallel to the dormitory, was the cement factory's wall. Between the bathhouse wall and the wall was a passageway about half a meter wide, filled with construction debris like broken bricks and cement blocks, overgrown with weeds. Stepping on it, you were about a meter off the ground. The top of this wall, more than three meters above the ground, were the ventilation holes for the men's and women's shower rooms. Even standing on the debris, I couldn't possibly see into the shower rooms through those holes. Moreover, this passageway was open on both sides, accessible from both the men's and women's shower rooms. Especially during the day, anyone who deliberately went in and peeked inside could easily see what was happening inside. So at first, I didn't think anyone would be spying here. Then one night, around 9 PM, I went to the bathhouse and checked the passageway. I found it very dark at night because the ventilation holes, over three meters high, were small, and there were only four in total, two for men and two for women. Also, the cement factory wall was only a little over
two meters high, and the light from the bathhouse mixed with the steam drifted into the open field outside the wall, making the passageway practically dark. I slowly walked along the slag heap in the passageway to the wall of the women's bathroom and found two small holes in the wall, which allowed me to observe the four showerheads on my side of the wall. As I approached the women's bathroom wall, I heard the sound of water. Looking through the small holes, I saw a woman in her thirties showering under the middle right showerhead. Although the hole was nearly two meters above the ground due to the slag heap, allowing me to clearly see the woman's full breasts under the several 100-watt lights in the bathroom, I could only see a patch of black pubic hair below her lower body. The view below was completely blocked by the concrete platform on the right, but this downward angle made the voluptuous female body appear even more alluring. The woman let the water flow down her shoulders and neck, one hand rubbing her neck, breasts, and armpits, while the other roughly ran his fingers through her pubic hair. White soap suds clung to her body, gradually washing from her shoulders to her breasts and then to her lower abdomen, finally disappearing behind the concrete platform from her shimmering pubic hair… A pleasant, soapy scent wafted from the ventilation hole, making my eyes linger on that small opening. Worried that someone might walk into the passageway at any moment, I quickly left the construction debris pile after watching for five or six minutes and returned to the entrance of the men's bathroom.
From that time on, I gradually preferred coming to this bathhouse at night. Firstly, during the day, with so many people coming and going, the chances of successfully peeping were greatly reduced. Secondly, although fewer people were bathing at night, there was a much higher chance of seeing someone. Thirdly, the darkness made me feel safer doing this. I spent many nights here during my summer vacation after my first year of high school, basically observing all the dozen or so female workers in the cement factory dormitory.
The most classic time happened later that summer, and the protagonist was one of those dozen or so female workers.
It was a Saturday, and I arrived at the bathhouse around 8:30. Whenever I went at night, for safety, I would park my bicycle outside the cement factory and carry a small plastic bag containing a t-shirt, shorts, and a towel into the factory. If anyone saw me, they would assume I was going to take a bath. Passing by the
convenience store, I noticed that there was only one middle-aged woman sitting behind the counter watching TV; there wasn't a single customer. There were only two or three streetlights along this stretch of road, and the lighting was dim. Looking at the tenement building, only one or two windows had lights on. I knew it was because it was the weekend, and the biggest hobbies of the young workers who didn't work the middle or night shifts were either going to the video arcade or the dance hall in the small town. Back then, the dance hall usually didn't close until 10:30, and the video arcade stayed even later, some even all night. I liked these kinds of nights the most; it was best if there were few people. If a woman came, I could basically watch to my heart's content.
Upon entering the bathhouse's cloakroom, I saw only one clothes hook with clothes on it, indicating that only one man was showering. Before undressing, I went to urinate in the shower stall. I saw the man covered in soap suds, scrubbing himself a few times before rinsing off; he seemed almost finished. After urinating, I returned to the cloakroom and quickly checked through a small peephole to see if there were any women in the next stall. I hastily undressed and was about to go in for a shower when the man came out. I then checked the women's shower stall next door; I saw no women and heard no water, confirming that no one was there. Since I couldn't see through the partition between the men's and women's showers, I had to rely on my hearing. For now, I could only relax and shower.
By the time I finished, the man was long gone, and I was the only one left in the bathhouse. I dressed and walked to the entrance of the men's shower stall. Standing by the semi-enclosed wall, I looked towards the convenience store; the dim streetlights illuminated the road all the way to the cement factory gate—completely deserted.
After about ten minutes of boredom and frustration, and after peeking out countless times, I suddenly spotted a white figure approaching in the dim light of the streetlamp below the dormitory building. From fifty meters away, I could immediately tell it was a young woman carrying a plastic bag in her right hand. At this hour, she could only be heading this way to take a shower. As she got closer, I finally saw a tall, slender girl with long, flowing hair, wearing a pale yellow dress. She looked to be around twenty years old. I knew she was a young worker at the cement factory; I'd seen her showering during the day before, but I'd never had a chance to see her naked. I started to get excited.
The girl drew closer, and I quickly pulled my head back, running to the dressing room to find the small window and peer intently at the next room. The girl entered the bathroom, first placing the plastic bag on the bench. She then attractively zipped up her dress from the back of the neckline to her waist, gently shrugging her shoulders. The dress draped down to her waist, revealing a milky-white bra. She then grasped the sides of the dress and gently pulled it down, revealing her two pale white legs and a similarly milky-white panty. A faint black patch was faintly visible on her lower abdomen. The girl lifted the dress by the shoulders, gave it a couple of shakes, and hung it on a clothes hook on the wall. She then unhooked the bra, and with a slight shrug, the bra straps reached below her elbows, revealing a pair of round, perky breasts. The two pink nipples were made even more vibrant by her fair skin. After she bent down and placed the panty next to the plastic bag, an infinitely alluring youthful body appeared before my eyes.
I entered the shower stall faster than her and waited in front of the small opening. The girl walked to the wall near the passageway and stood under the second showerhead from the partition between the men's and women's bathrooms. The opening was low and in the middle of the wall; the best view I could get was from the two showerheads closest to the partition. Now, the concrete platform blocked my view, and I could only see her chest and abdomen from the waist up; I couldn't even see her navel. I saw her facing the wall with her back to me, taking a comb and starting to rinse her hair and comb it downwards. I knew she was going to wash her hair. Now I couldn't even see her breasts clearly, and I was so anxious I was jumping up and down.
In desperation, I left the men's bathroom and went outside. It was past nine o'clock and quite dark; the street was still deserted. I don't know what struck me, but I first placed my plastic bag containing clothes in an inconspicuous spot in the corridor, then walked towards the entrance of the women's bathroom. I quietly entered the dressing room, and immediately saw the girl's skirt and bra hanging on the wall. As I approached the bench where the plastic bag was, I saw the small pair of panties. I gently picked them up and noticed a small grayish-white stain on the crotch. My knowledge from sex education class told me that it was a girl's secretions. I brought them close to my nose and smelled a faint sour odor. Then I smelled the scent of the small packets of Pantene shampoo that were only available for five cents back then. The sound of running water next door brought me back to my senses. I don't have any fetishes. There was a young woman's naked body in the next room, and I was wasting my time here...
At this point, I quietly left the dressing room and first observed the surroundings. There was still no one there, except for the croaking of frogs and the chirping of crickets in the rice paddies outside the wall. The sound of running water in the bathroom made me reckless. I had only one crazy thought in my mind: Tonight, I must see this beautiful girl's body naked in an even more exciting way.
How youthful and reckless I was!
I turned and slipped into the women's bathroom again. This time, I went straight to the shower stall door and peeked inside. This time I could see more clearly. The girl was still facing away from me, hunched over, head down, gently combing her long hair, which was lathered with shampoo. I knew that women washing their long hair was a hassle, requiring slow combing, and she had her eyes closed during this time. Although the concrete platform blocked her legs, I could still see her pert little buttocks facing me.
A surge of lust rose directly in my lower abdomen and mind!
I crouched down and slowly approached the concrete platform. When I got closer, I could see her little buttocks very clearly, the slight goosebumps on them were clearly visible, and my nostrils were filled with the unique scent of her naked body and the fragrance of shampoo.
The girl was still washing her hair carefully with her head down and eyes closed.
I crouched down and carefully moved towards the gap between the two concrete platforms. She was now only a meter away from me. I could feel my heart pounding wildly, and even my legs were trembling slightly.
Finally, I got close and crouched behind her, looking at the snow-white flesh so close to my eyes. Her body trembled slightly as she combed her hair. My nose slowly approached her buttocks, inhaling the wonderful scent emanating from the cleft of the young woman's buttocks. Perhaps the distance was
only ten centimeters at that moment. Looking at her thighs, slightly parted due to bending over, I could already see her slightly parted labia minora from below. The girl's labia were short and small, and I could see a little bit of tender pink inside.
I turned my head slightly to look at her face from the side. The girl still had her eyes tightly closed, her hands working hard with the comb to comb her long hair, and strands of hair occasionally brushed against her beautiful breasts, making her two pink nipples stand proudly erect.
Finally, I could observe the girl's genitals up close. I slowly peered from behind her and brought my head to the front of her lower abdomen. A patch of glossy black pubic hair covered her entire lower abdomen, proclaiming her youth and vitality. Unfortunately
, no matter how closely I examined the tuft of hair, I could only vaguely see the alluring slit of flesh... It's a long story, but in reality, only a minute or two had passed. The lingering urgency, worry, fear, and other negative emotions immediately overwhelmed me. I had to move cautiously, crouching low, and slowly made my way out of the shower.
When I reappeared outside the bathroom, in the safe environment, breathing in the now very faint scent of shampoo, the intense visual and olfactory stimulation from before resurfaced in my mind, making me tremble slightly with excitement.
Still empty! Still the endless croaking of frogs and chirping of crickets! Still the rushing sound of water! Young desire once again filled my mind!
I wanted to try again, to experience that stimulation again!
I slipped back into the women's bathroom!
The girl had probably finished washing her hair, because the sound of water splashing on her body and then hitting the floor echoed again, unlike the sound of water directly hitting the ground. I didn't know if she was rinsing her hair or had already started rinsing her body; I could only cautiously peek out from the dressing room, aiming at where she was.
She was rinsing her hair! Facing me, she tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and rubbed her hair with her hands on her head!
Once you've tried it once, you might become bolder in similar situations.
She can't see me—I told myself, trying to embolden myself.
I rushed quickly and silently to the girl, watching her hands rubbing her hair, staring at her breasts, which were even more perky because of her raised arms, her small navel, and the wisps of shiny black hair that turned into tufts with the water...
I no longer cared about the water droplets splashing on my face and body; I just stared greedily at the girl's body.
Desire had completely filled my body!
I crouched down and reached out to the girl, one hand towards her lower abdomen, the other towards her buttocks, seemingly trying to embrace the base of one of her thighs from the side. My face was next to one of her breasts, my eyes fixed on the tender pink tip. But I hadn't actually touched her body yet, just this close embrace...
This state probably lasted only twenty seconds before I couldn't hold back any longer!
I first gently touched her pubic hair with my left hand, an extremely light touch. She didn't react, still comfortably tilting her head back with her eyes closed. Seeing that she was alright, my left hand slowly moved down towards her vulva, and my right hand inching closer to her buttocks. When I felt I could simultaneously place both hands on her vulva and anus, my mouth also slowly approached her right nipple.
Animalistic instincts overcame reason, desire destroyed restraint, and I was ready!
I simultaneously slipped both hands between her legs. Two fingers of my left hand plunged firmly and accurately into her vulva, feeling a warm, slippery sensation. My right middle finger explored her small anus, inserting the first two knuckles. At the same time, my mouth captured her erect nipple, sucking in the adorable areola along with it. My tongue immediately felt a small, cherry-sized nipple sliding in my mouth, the smooth, tender flesh connecting to it stimulating my oral cavity, instantly giving me a memory of suckling a baby… The
simultaneous assault on her vital parts left the girl completely stiff for the first second or two, my fingers gripped tightly. Both her vagina and anus remained in a state of contraction, followed by an instinctive curl-up as if trying to squat down. At this point, the girl hadn't realized she should cry for help; her voice seemed blocked in her throat, leaving only a series of rapid "Ah! Ah! Ah!..."
I used both hands and arms to lift her up as she tried to squat. Now she was straddling my hands, except my fingers were inside her vagina and anus. My mouth was no longer on her nipples, and her head was pressed tightly against my neck. Her hands, terrified and powerless, braced themselves against my shoulders, her whole body scooting upwards, trying to pull her lower body away from my fingers. I took the opportunity to kiss her cheek, even searching her mouth to silence the "Ah ah ah" sounds. Then I whispered in her ear,
"You're so beautiful, I just want to touch and kiss you."
The girl struggled a few times but didn't break free from my embrace; she even seemed to curl up in my arms willingly. I felt tears, different from hot water, streaming down her cheeks. She sobbed softly as if she had lost all strength. At that moment, I felt her whole body begin to relax. The two vaginal openings that had been tightly gripping my fingers simultaneously lost their sphincter contraction, replaced by a different kind of warmth and wetness that enveloped my fingers once more.
"Please, let me go, sob sob sob..."
I didn't speak, but simply used both hands to feel the beauty of her vaginal openings and gently thrust in and out a few times. I also used my other fingers and palms to fully experience the fullness and elasticity of her mons pubis, perineum, and buttocks, and then lightly kissed her cheeks a few times.
"Let me touch you a little more, don't squeeze so tight."
Actually, I was only so bold because I was young and impulsive, and my mind was clouded by lust. Just as I finished saying this and was about to end it, the girl seemed to resign herself to her fate and slightly opened her thighs. But I carefully pulled out my fingers that were inserted into her vagina and anus, gently stroked her lower body back and forth for a while, pinched one of her breasts, flicked her nipple a couple of times, and then kissed her little mouth again before letting her go.
As soon as I left her body, she plopped down on the ground, covered her face with her hands, buried her head deeply in her chest, and began to sob softly again…
I only felt the lingering fear after leaving the bathroom. I went to the corridor to get a plastic bag, jogged past the convenience store, and glanced at the old woman who was still intently watching TV, not even glancing at me. As I approached the factory gate, I slowed down, trying to maintain a calm pace. It wasn't until I reached my bicycle after leaving the cement factory that I collapsed, gripping the handlebars, and it took me a while to recover…

PS1: This experience made me doubt my sexual abilities. A sixteen-year-old boy, facing a young, beautiful, naked woman, had no desire to rape or have sex with her, only satisfying his desire to look and touch. It made me feel like I was going further and further down the path of perverted voyeurism, until I completely became a perverted madman…

PS2: I was anxious about this for a long time. Until the National Day holiday after the start of the school year, no police officers came to me. In the end, I slowly let it go, but I always recalled this incredible experience and the super satisfaction that this lovely girl brought me in the days that followed—it's something you can only dream of.

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