University voyeurism experience

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It's been five years since I graduated from university. When I first entered university, I never thought of peeping, or rather, I had no idea that peeping was even possible. One day, I went to the restroom and passed by the women's restroom. I saw a perverted guy lying in front of a women's stall, peeping at girls urinating. I was shocked and quickly slipped into the men's restroom. I initially considered calling the school security to catch the pervert, but then I thought it was better to avoid trouble and gave up. After that, whenever I went to the restroom, I would glance at the women's restroom, but I never encountered that perverted guy again. Unconsciously, the idea of peeping into the women's restroom began to sprout in my mind.
So, one weekend, when no one was around, I sneaked into the women's restroom and hid in the outermost stall. I was quite timid back then; my heart was pounding, and my face was burning as I hid inside the stall. After hiding for more than ten minutes, a girl finally walked into the stall next to me. Listening to her urinating, I dared not breathe. I wanted to muster the courage to peep, but I just didn't have the guts to do it. After she finished urinating and left, I sneaked out of the women's restroom while no one was around, my face still burning on the way back. I kept blaming myself for being abnormal, and the thought of possibly being discovered terrified me.
About a week later, the urge to peep still wouldn't go away, so I told myself I'd only go once and then stop, just to satisfy my curiosity. So, I sneaked into the women's restroom again, this time with a small makeup mirror. Perhaps because I was mentally prepared, this time, squatting in the stall, I wasn't as afraid as the first time, and my face was only slightly hot. After waiting for about ten minutes, a girl finally went into the next stall. As she squatted down and started urinating, I looked at the stall with the mirror and saw a white, bare bottom. My face immediately burned. When I saw her wiping herself with tissues, I got a slight arousal, though perhaps because of the fear, it wasn't particularly strong. I was excited for most of the day after my first successful voyeurism, and I finally understood that pervert friend—voyeurism really is wonderful, so exciting. From then on, my voyeuristic experience officially began. Gradually, I became bolder, starting to peep through side doors. When there were fewer people, I would even come out and look directly at the stalls. The process of voyeurism was wonderful and exciting, during which my sexual desire was high, but I couldn't release it. Two or three months after I started voyeurizing, I started using equipment to film girls urinating. At first, I used my phone, but the quality wasn't very good, so I spent a lot of money to buy a DV camera. I
've talked too much about how I started voyeurizing, so now I'll share my most memorable experience.
This time, I want to talk about my goddess, a girl in the student union's external relations department. We're from the same city, so we're considered fellow townsmen. The student activity center is above the school cafeteria, where most club indoor activities are held, and it's usually not very crowded. One Saturday afternoon, I missed lunch because I was playing games and didn't go to eat until 2 pm. After eating, I wanted to have sex, and luckily, there was a cleaning lady cleaning the restroom on the same floor, so I went upstairs to the activity center's restroom. After using the restroom, a girl from the student union's external relations department walked towards me. That day, she was wearing a purple t-shirt and tight jeans, her long hair flowing, and she had put on some makeup—she was very beautiful. I'd been fantasizing about this girl for a long time; if it weren't for the fact that we weren't a good match in terms of looks, I probably would have pursued her long ago. I had met her at a club activity before, so I greeted her, "Does the student union have any activities?" "Yes, a recruitment event for 100 clubs, just setting up the venue in advance," she replied with a simple greeting, then gracefully walked into the women's restroom. For some reason, I suddenly felt incredibly bold and turned around to follow her into the
women's restroom. Hearing the sound of the stall door closing, I tiptoed into the women's restroom. I saw that the first stall door was closed, but not completely; there was still a crack. My plan to quietly peek into the second stall had failed, because if I went into the second stall, she might peek through the crack in the door—the risk was very high. Unable to enter the second cubicle, I knew I'd be caught red-handed if someone came in, and I was starting to have second thoughts. After a moment's hesitation, just as I was about to leave, the door to the cubicle where my crush was suddenly closed. Thinking about it later, I realized she might have closed it unintentionally, but more likely she'd noticed someone was coming and was embarrassed. Taking advantage of the moment the cubicle closed, I slipped into the one next to hers, squatted down, and started recording. Immediately, a snow-white, beautiful buttock came into view, with a deep panty line. My attention shifted to her panties—white lace panties, revealing a small section of her underwear. Seeing that they were clean, I suddenly felt a little disappointed. Suddenly, a loud "poof!" startled me so much I almost dropped my phone. She farted! I was speechless. Luckily, it didn't stink. She lowered her hand, which had been supporting her leg. Was she covering her nose? I wondered. Perhaps shifting her weight after lowering her hand, she shifted her position slightly, raising her right heel slightly. I casually moved my phone into the corner of the cubicle door. It was riskier that way, but since she'd already willingly shown off her private area, how could I let her down? A sliver of light! Fine, dark pubic hairs lined her mons pubis in an orderly fashion, while her labia majora had very little hair. Her vulva was pink and tight, the labia minora hidden, only a small clitoris visible. Below the clitoris, a thin, strong stream of clear fluid gushed out, making a soft, hissing sound. I'd fantasized about her many times, imagining what her private area looked like, even comparing it to the genitals of women with similar figures and appearances, but seeing it in person still deeply shocked me. Her pink and tight vulva was even more alluring than I'd imagined. Just as I was about to finish, the urination stopped abruptly. Her slender, white right hand held a tissue to her buttocks, paused briefly, and then gently brushed it upwards from behind, caressing her vulva. Her carefully tended vulva appeared even more pink and alluring. Then, her delicate fingers, holding a folded tissue, gently brushed across her private parts once more. Her tight vulva was stretched, becoming longer and more perfectly aligned, revealing glimpses of the pink flesh beneath. After another round of tissue care, she finally lifted her buttocks, opened the door, and left, leaving me alone to savor the moment. After she left, taking advantage of the absence of others, I slipped into the men's restroom, closed the door, and began to confidently admire the beautiful scene I had just photographed. Again and again, I gazed at her private garden, my face slightly flushed, and the pent-up desire finally erupted with satisfaction.
The next day, the "Hundred Regiments Offensive" began. I secretly took a picture of her with my phone. Dressed in a formal suit, she had a slender figure, and most importantly, she was joking, covering her mouth and giggling—a very cute sight. In that instant, I suddenly remembered that just a day earlier, in the stall, she might have also covered her mouth with that same hand. What a scene it must have been then!
Due to the high risk of the location and the lack of prior preparation, the quality of my photos of her is only average – no frontal shots, no close-ups, and no wide shots. I have many photos of her from various angles and long close-ups, including some of her stunning looks and figures, but I just happen to enjoy watching her urinate. There are several reasons for this: the thrill, the imperfection, and most importantly, she's my goddess, someone I know. Looking back, I think I was incredibly reckless. The activity center's restrooms weren't well-hidden, making escape difficult, and there were many people around. Plus, if I were caught by the student council, it could easily escalate into a major incident – the risk was extremely high. However, high risk, high reward – I successfully captured photos of my goddess, and it was the only time. So, I admire my courage back then; if I hadn't acted, I would definitely have regretted it. Just now, I enjoyed watching her urinate again, and browsed the pictures and posts I saved from her school's online community. A surge of emotion welled up inside me, as always – a feeling of exhilaration and relief.

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