My most memorable spying experience

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I remember it was 1994. At eighteen or nineteen, in the throes of youthful restlessness, I happened to receive a handwritten copy of "The Heart of a Young Girl" from a classmate. Those of us from the late 70s and early 80s know this as one of the earliest classics of erotic novels. After reading it, I felt incredibly aroused. That evening, while out for some fresh air, I inexplicably wandered into a factory dormitory near our residential compound. Back then, factory dormitories were rows of single-story houses without courtyards. Upon entering, you'd find a living room, dining room, kitchen, study… basically, a room for watching TV and eating, with a suite inside serving as a bedroom.

Just as I reached the door of a room in the second row of dormitories, a strong scent of soap and shampoo wafted into my nose. Anyone who had ever been to a woman's room back then would be familiar with this smell. My nerves immediately tensed up, and I quietly peeked into the room. Back then, the doors were green-painted wooden doors with a glass panel on top, usually covered by a cloth curtain. Over time, gaps would inevitably form. Sure enough, as I got closer, I spotted a gap about an inch wide along the edge of the glass door frame. I immediately peered inside, and what I saw made my blood boil. Inside, a young woman was sitting naked in a homemade tin tub, bathing her son!

The young woman had her back to me, so I couldn't see her face clearly. Judging from her figure, she was probably around 30 years old. She was very voluptuous, and whenever she raised her hand to wipe her son's body, her two large breasts swayed back and forth. Perhaps because she had soap on her body, her skin glowed like jade under the light. Even the small roll of flesh around her waist was so sexy and alluring. I glanced at the window next to me; it was dark, meaning no one was in the bedroom. Only the young woman and her son were home. How could I miss such a beautiful sight? So I decisively pulled out my penis, ready to fire a shot. Just then, I noticed a light coming from where the door lock was. I crouched down to look and found that the automatic door lock was missing, leaving only a hole inside covered with newspaper. I guessed the previous tenant had stolen it and sold it for copper.

This discovery excited me greatly. I stood up, pulled out my penis, and tested it. In a semi-erect state, it fit perfectly, and since we were near the door, I could see right into the room. After watching for a while, I couldn't resist getting hard anymore. Once my penis was fully erect, the lock hole was a bit too small, but the tightness of it made it even more exciting. The indescribable pleasure almost made me lose control. As a virgin, I was thinking that this must be what sex felt like. So, while watching the erotic scene, I slowly thrust my penis in and out of the lock hole, not even noticing that I was tearing the newspaper. Luckily, the woman had her back to me and couldn't see, and her son, who was watching TV, didn't notice the commotion at the door.

After a while, the woman finished washing her son and told him to go watch TV. She then stood up to rinse herself off the soap. When she bent over to wash the towel, her entire buttocks were exposed to my view! She was showering only a meter from the door, so I could see her very clearly: her plump buttocks slowly parted as she bent over, revealing a charming brown chrysanthemum in the middle. Below were her labia, which were not very clear due to the lighting, but I could see they were a thick slit. Seeing this, I couldn't hold back any longer. A tingling, numb sensation traveled from my spine to my lower back. I thrust my legs forward...
To my surprise, I forgot that the newspaper blocking the door lock hole had already been torn. The ejaculation power of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old is unimaginable. It drew a beautiful arc over the woman's plump buttocks and landed on her back. Before I could react, I ejaculated again, this time with less force. Everyone knows that at the moment of ejaculation, the whole body, especially the legs, is powerless. When I realized this, I no longer had the strength to change my position, so I simply let it be. The young woman felt something strange between her legs and instinctively reached out to touch it, even smelling it. She probably suspected it was her vaginal discharge. Then she looked suspiciously at the doorway. By this time, my climax was coming to an end. I think what she saw was an erect penis dripping semen from the door, about a meter away. Then came that familiar sound, the kind you often hear on TV when a female protagonist encounters a mouse, coming from the young woman's mouth. Tragically, my penis was still erect, stuck in the lock, and I couldn't pull it out immediately. I could only endure the pain and slowly try to pull it out. The young woman, recovering from her initial panic, revealed her fierce side. She covered her large breasts with one hand and swung a wet towel at my penis with the other. She missed the first time, but the second time landed squarely on me. The pain forced me to flinch, and I finally managed to pull my manhood out. I didn't care about anything else then, just pulled up my pants and ran home. Even after getting home, my penis still felt burning. I checked it carefully, and thankfully it was just a minor abrasion. But the young woman's expression—from confusion to bewilderment to terror to anger—is still deeply etched in my mind…

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