Peeping into the Past—Experiences in a Dark Dance Hall

Back in the early 2000s, I was obsessed with going to ballrooms. Those were truly rewarding times, especially
the nights when the lights went out and I'd often witness some interesting scenes.

After spying on a family member's infidelity, I went down a path of no return. Later, while in
vocational school, I met a guy a few years older than me who shared the same hobby. Those were incredibly happy times; I
was always engrossed in watching others have sex, whether alone or in a group. Although I stopped spying after getting married,
the consequence of that experience is that after marriage, seeing my wife in person makes me lose interest in sex.

I don't even know if I'm considered a pervert now; I enjoy watching others have sex even when I don't want to. I
have absolutely no interest in my wife, nor do I want to be with other women. Because of this, my wife thinks I'm gay and
uninterested in her. That guy a few years older than me was not only my senior in vocational school but also one of the few people from my hometown

in that school .
I've forgotten how we met, only that we later chatted on campus
and found common ground in our voyeurism. I'll always remember something he said to me: "Don't be fooled by those women who seem so
prim and proper on the surface; they're more wicked and lewd than us men in private.

" Back then, our school wasn't very strict, and whenever we had time after dinner in the cafeteria, I'd always follow him to secluded
parks and dance halls in the city. Later, he even bought a handheld DV camera from a secondhand electronics market specifically to secretly film people,
but he was shameless; he never shared the footage with me, he just took me to see it.

Of course, we suffered a lot because of this; getting caught and scolded was common, and we were even beaten up once.
Then one time, he went alone to secretly film a hoodlum having sex in a car and got caught; his handheld DV camera was almost broken and smashed to pieces. After
that, he never asked me to spy on him again; I always did it alone. Until later, when I heard he was caught red-handed stealing a classmate's phone
and taken to the police station, I never heard from him again.

One of the places my seniors and I frequented for peeping was the dark dance halls. At first, I questioned
what was so interesting about them, but my senior told me there was more to it than met the eye. Later, I became completely obsessed and only then did
I understand the secrets. In the early 2000s, we practically roamed every dance hall we knew in the city, with
one near the train station being our favorite.

Back then, my senior and I were both under 20, and afraid the staff would think we were too young and refuse us entry,
we even bought cheap leather shoes and clothes typically worn by middle-aged or older men from street vendors to make ourselves look more mature.

Those two dance halls had one thing in common: afternoon sessions from 2 pm to 5 pm, and evening sessions from 7 pm to 11:30
pm. We both went to both, and the evening sessions were noticeably more crowded. Back then, mobile entertainment
wasn't as developed, so there were quite a few people who came to dance for leisure; all sorts of people, but mostly middle-
aged and elderly, very few in their twenties, let alone us two greenhorns not even twenty.

At that time, the dance hall charged 10 yuan per person for men, and women were free. Tea and snacks were charged separately . My living expenses during those years in school were already low, and I spent a lot of my month on dance halls
to satisfy my voyeuristic desires . The evening sessions started at 7 pm and continued until around 8 pm, with people gradually arriving. My classmate and I usually went in before 8 pm, and we tried to invite the women inside to dance, but they mostly refused because of our youthful faces. There were also women who charged 10 yuan per song for dancing, all dressed up as older women in their 30s to 50s . But we both knew those women were dirty and never went with them. We had also secretly watched those dancing companions engaging in prostitution with older men in the corners of the dance hall; we had absolutely no interest in these prostitutes. For a while, we noticed a woman in her late thirties or early forties, quite tall, who frequented the dance hall. She seemed like a respectable woman; she would always sit quietly in a corner, drinking tea, and never dance with anyone. My classmate and I even tried to ask her to dance, but she refused both times. Many men also tried to invite her, but she wouldn't budge. When I asked her to dance, I saw her up close. She had a ponytail, an oval face, and very feminine makeup. Sometimes I could even smell a faint perfume on her. She dressed like a typical housewife; back then, she usually wore floral blouses and black pants, or a pencil skirt with a slit in the back. I remember one evening, she walked past us, carrying a bag, wearing a floral short-sleeved blouse, a pencil skirt, and high heels, followed by a man who sat down at a table not far from us. After she sat down, she spoke to the man. As he got up and walked towards the bar, I noticed he was probably in his early thirties, with a buzz cut, a somewhat burly build, wearing a dark t-shirt and dark trousers. The tattoos on his arms were faintly visible; he seemed like someone involved in organized crime. The buzz-cut man returned to his seat with two cups of tea and whispered to the woman, occasionally calling her "sister." In the dim light, he even took the opportunity to kiss her on the lips. My senior glanced at them a few times and told me their relationship was definitely more than just friendship. Around 10 o'clock, as the dance hall began to darken, the woman got up, left her bag at the bar, and returned. The two then walked to the center of the dance hall and began to dance. Soon after, soothing music started playing, and most people left. After finishing his cigarette, my senior felt the dance hall was getting boring and asked if I wanted to go to an internet cafe for the night. I said I was out of money and would stay a while before heading back to school . He borrowed ten yuan from me and left me to go to the internet cafe. I also felt there wasn't much to see, but I thought going back to school early would be even more boring, so I decided to stay until the dance hall closed. As the lights on the dance floor slowly dimmed, only a few middle-aged couples remained, embracing and swaying softly. Bored, I wandered around the dance floor, and as I passed the dancers, I could hear heavy breathing and occasional kissing sounds. Having been to dance halls many times, I was already used to it. Several times, after the lights went out, my senior and I had passed by them and vaguely seen men groping women, touching their breasts and genitals. I had also overheard couples having affairs talking about hooking up, and I had even spied on women giving men oral sex in a booth. Based on experience, it's common to see a man and woman leaving one after the other after dark; they're usually going to a hotel, especially in seasons when they're dressed lightly and it's easy for feelings to develop when they're embracing each other.

The lights in the dance hall were almost completely off. When I reached a large square pillar at the edge of the dance floor, I saw
two people whispering sweet nothings behind it. I immediately retreated behind the pillar to hide. Because it was so dark, I could only vaguely see
the woman with the ponytail standing behind the pillar, her head tilted back, her shirt unbuttoned, and her bra pushed up. The bald man was bent over,
holding her hand down, his head constantly licking her breasts.

I immediately became excited, my whole body trembling uncontrollably. After kissing for a while
, the bald man released her and fiddled with his genitals. We heard a few metallic clanging sounds, knowing that the man had unbuckled his belt. The two groped and kissed intimately
for a while, the woman lowering her head and starting to move her hand up and down on the bald man's crotch.

After a while, the bald man said something to the woman, and she then groped her way towards the bar, while the bald man remained
standing there, stroking himself. The woman returned carrying her bag, and the two led her to a booth in the far corner. The man, in a great hurry,
immediately pulled down the woman's skirt and made her lean against the booth. I saw him there, doing
the "old man pushing a cart" thing, frantically having sex.

In the darkness, the woman's naked lower body moved with the movements of the crew-cut man behind her. Later, I
could occasionally hear the woman's suppressed moans during orgasm and the sounds of their collision. Soon after, the man ejaculated, and
after a brief standoff, the woman began to take tissues from her bag to clean herself. Seeing that they were finished, I excitedly
ran out of the dance hall.

The scene that night still shocks me; it was the first time I'd ever seen real sex.
When I got back to my dorm, it was very late. My roommates had all gone out and hadn't returned yet, so I quickly masturbated in my room.
Afterwards, I couldn't sleep for several nights and could only fall asleep by masturbating.

Although I later saw all sorts of men and women being intimate in dance halls with my seniors or alone,
nothing was as shocking as the real masturbation I witnessed that night. Sometimes, watching the prostitutes giving handjobs to men in their fifties and sixties in corners
, and seeing those men furtively pulling up their pants, I sometimes found it amusing.

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