Peeping at female college students (student campus adult novel)

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I couldn't sleep that night. Although I didn't see anything, everything that happened afterwards was as expected. That night, I considered my peeping plan from the perspective of a thinker. Of course, the initial plan was rubbish. In the repeated practices that followed, I finally perfected it time and time again. That's why it is said that theory comes from practice.

At one o'clock in the afternoon of the next day, I sneaked into the library again, walked into the lobby, and suddenly saw a girl on the third floor walking towards the women's restroom. At that time, the reading room on the third floor was not open. I was so excited that I slowly climbed up the stairs and walked in the same direction. I forgot to introduce that the layout of the floors was the same. The restroom on the third floor was the same as the second floor, with a winding corridor. Outsiders could not see what was happening inside at all. The third floor was the office and reading room for the library staff. Due to the long holiday, the staff were all on holiday, and the reading room had not yet opened, so the entire third floor was empty at this time, except for me and that MM.

: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : I watched her go downstairs and enter study room No. 3 on the second floor. I was very confused. Why did she have to go to the third floor to take off her clothes in front of me when there was a toilet on the second floor? But after some sneak peeks later, I found out the answer.

Compared to my later voyeuristic experiences, this time was nothing. However, this was my first time. Excited and nervous, I climbed up to the rooftop on the fourth floor and pretended to look at the scenery. In fact, I was waiting for girls to come again. Unfortunately, I waited until after two o'clock and only saw the only scenery.

Regarding the person above who asked me to find a lady, maybe you are a girl and don't understand this, boys will feel it more. Let me tell you that I am not short of women. I have had one-night stands with all the girls in school and various technical secondary schools around me. Those are not as memorable as peeping. Maybe only people who have the same hobby as me will understand. Okay, I’ve talked too much with you guys, let’s get back to the topic and continue my peeping experience.

At first, I didn’t understand why there was a toilet on the second floor but the girls had to go to the third floor. After I went back, I thought about it carefully. It is more troublesome for girls to go to the toilet than boys. No matter how big or small, they have to occupy a spot, so the few toilets in the girls’ toilets are far from enough. Of course, the girls have to go upstairs or downstairs to find a way out, but this will not happen to boys. This discovery laid the foundation for my future voyeuristic philosophy.

As we all know, people generally like to go to the toilet in the morning. There are not enough women's toilets in the morning. There is a door next to the toilet on the second floor. It is easy to reach the first floor through the stairs, so it is easy for girls to overflow to the first floor. In order to confirm my guess, the next morning, I came to the first floor of the library early. There is an elevator on one side, and someone might take the elevator there in the morning, so I chose the other side. Anyway, they are all the same. Out of caution, I scouted around first. Because it was still a holiday, the first floor was basically empty, and there was no cleaner. I went into the men's toilet first, chose the innermost position close to the women's toilet, locked the door, and waited quietly, waiting for my prey to take the bait.

After about a minute, I heard the sound of high heels, and then the sound of a door opening. It was morning and it was very quiet all around. I could hear it very clearly. The footsteps went into the women's restroom next door. Since I had scouted in advance and found no one there, I boldly walked out of the men's restroom and walked in quietly. The timing was just right. The girl just started to pee. Wow, it might be the first time she peeed in the morning. It felt as fierce as the Huangguoshu Waterfall. I still remember that this girl's vagina was black and big, not very good-looking, so I went out after she finished peeing. I also wanted to see what this girl in high heels looked like, so I found a corner and waited quietly for her to come out. I waited for about two minutes. After flushing the toilet, washing hands, and combing her hair, this girl finally came out. From the side, this girl was dressed very fashionably and had long hair. I guess she would look worthy of the audience. After she walked away, I went back to the men's restroom and continued to wait for the next target to appear. After looking at seven or eight girls, I found that there was a constant stream of people going to the restroom. It would be easy to be discovered if I went in rashly. After thinking it over again and again, I decided to retreat. I returned to the dorm, thought about the girl I had just seen, and then touched my penis and started to fantasize. This feeling was really good.

This kind of peeping lasted for a long time. I would go there at noon and before lunch. Of course, I would not miss the good opportunity on weekends. However, I would change my clothes every time I went there to prevent someone from becoming familiar with that figure and causing trouble. I was very cautious during this period, so I was never discovered. During this period, I saw all kinds of girls, some with less hair, some with more hair, and some without hair. Some had small labia, some had fat labia. Some had red labia, some had white labia, and some had pink labia. I guess the pink ones were mostly virgins, and the black ones were probably experienced ones. The days were so dull, as if there was no new passion at all, until he appeared.

The one I'm referring to is him and another friend of mine. I don't remember exactly when I met him, but it was on the third floor of the library. One day at noon, when I went to do some work, I saw him. There shouldn't be any boys on the third floor at that time. When I saw him, I thought he was going to the bathroom, so I retreated temporarily and hid in the corridor next to him. About ten minutes later, I thought he should have left, so I carefully returned to the position, and sure enough, he was gone. I was relieved and hid in the men's bathroom near the women's bathroom, listening to the noise outside. After a while, I heard the sound of high heels. I heard her go in and then lock the door. When I was coming out of the men's bathroom and preparing to act (after going through so much, the nervous me at the beginning no longer exists), I suddenly saw him come back, as if he was going to the bathroom. After greeting his mother who had diarrhea in my heart, I had to slip away from the stairs again, hoping that he would not leave any impression on me.

I saw him a few more times later, but each time I was wearing different clothes and he was always wearing the same clothes and the same pair of oversized sneakers. At first I thought he was a "detective" or something, out to catch a peeping Tom. I was really scared, but after careful analysis, I estimated that he was most likely the same person as me. A detail that happened not long after confirmed my guess.

Later, about a month later, I was peeping on the third floor again and I noticed a girl squatting in the toilet with a very strange posture, her butt facing outside and her pants not taken off. Upon closer inspection, I found it was him, because I recognized that pair of huge sneakers. He was peeping through the gap below at the girl in the side room using the toilet, but he was looking too closely and did not notice that the mantis stalks the cicada, while the sparrow is behind. I quietly retreated and waited at the door. After a while, the girl came out and I pretended to be on the phone outside so that he would not dare to come out. At this moment, an old man who was in charge of the library came over. I called him over and gave him a "hush" gesture, then whispered in his ear that I saw a boy enter the women's restroom for a long time and did not come out. At this moment, the administrator of the reading room happened to come to the restroom, and the old man said a few words in her ear. So, I heard the following conversation outside: "Is there anyone in the toilet?" No one answered, "Is there anyone?" Still no one answered (I guess he thought it was the lady who cleaned the toilet). Then there was a knock on the door. "Are you a boy or a girl?" After I asked him several times, he finally opened the door. I seemed to vaguely hear him say that he had gone to the wrong place. I was afraid that he knew me, so I told the old man that I left first, for fear that he would know it was me and take revenge on me later. Haha, later, I saw him being led out from a corner and walking towards the administrative building. I never saw him again after that. I guess he was expelled from the school for some reason.

After that, I gained a lot. For example, the peeping method gave me a lot of inspiration. It was very dangerous for me to walk in and out like that. I might be discovered if I was not careful. Why not just stay in the women's restroom? I tried it in the men's restroom first. I couldn't see what was inside through the 20cm high gap under the door panel. I thought it might be because I was relatively tall, so I lowered myself a little bit to see. At a height of about 150cm, I could only see whether there was anyone inside, but couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman. Haha, for this reason I specially bought a pair of feminine shoes, but they were indeed men's. They were comfortable to wear and there was no sound of footsteps. Haha, so I started my new plan.

After entering the room and finding that there was no one, I looked around from a girl's height and found the "blind spot". I remembered the position that the body, especially the feet, should not exceed, and found the middle position to enter the room. (As for why I chose the middle, I can see left and right in the middle, and the chances are much greater). After locking the door, I lay on the ground. Here I noticed that when a girl comes in, she cannot move casually, otherwise it will easily expose her identity, so I posed myself first and waited for the prey to take the bait.

After a while, there were footsteps. I saw from below that it was a pair of sneakers. She seemed to be a sporty girl. She chose a seat on my right, entered the door, locked it, and then there was the sound of her pants being unbuttoned. She squatted down and started to pee. From this angle, I could only see her butt and a little bit of hair exposed. I was a little disappointed. She finished peeing quickly, but when she was inserting toilet paper into her butt, she lifted her right foot and her whole vagina was exposed in front of me. She observed it very carefully and I also observed it very carefully. Gradually, more and more people started to gather. Various girls were changing on my left and right sides. I could see a lot of girls by peeping like this. The disadvantage was that I couldn't see what they looked like. I could only guess what they looked like by their shoes. There were all kinds of shoes, high heels, sneakers, long boots, round-toed leather shoes, and from the shoes and the look of their vulvas, I could roughly guess whether they were cute or hot. I had been standing there for too long and my feet couldn't bear it anymore, so I started to prepare to retreat. But you know, retreating is not an easy thing, so I started to regret it. After carefully checking that there was no movement outside, I quickly slipped out. Later, I realized that it was very dangerous to do so and I should be calm. Even if I was discovered, I could pretend to have walked out. So I also added actions like flushing the toilet and washing hands. Haha, I was bumped into several times when I went out, both by men and women, but they were all deceived by my calmness. The most classic time was when I met a couple. The woman smiled and said "Wow" to her BF, as if she had made me think I had walked into the wrong door.

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This post was published on our school's forum, but was deleted. A girl said that a girl in her class had her butt touched while using the toilet. She had nightmares every day and was afraid to use the toilet in the teaching building. I want to tell you that what you said is true. I never thought that doing so would have such serious consequences. It was all just out of my curiosity.

: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : I ran away with MM's sweetest liquid, but I didn't go far. I walked around to a corner to see what she looked like. After a while, she came out, still looking left and right. She didn't disappoint me. She was a beautiful woman with a good figure and good looks.

Later I did it more than a dozen times, but I was very careful every time. I usually chose weekends when no one was working in the library, and at night or in the morning, when single girls went to the toilet. The most classic time seemed to be a girl who went to the toilet backwards, with her head facing the direction of the flush and her butt facing outside. In that way, I could easily let my fingers slide between her two slits and leave with her love juice. I still remember the sound of her screaming “Ah!”. Her voice was a little distorted due to the shock. Another time was on the second floor of the No. 2 teaching building. There was also a beauty. She was in the class next door. Maybe she had diarrhea, so she came out to the bathroom in the middle of the class. Unfortunately, I discovered her the moment she entered. Maybe because she was such a beauty, I don't know where I got the courage from, but I carried out the most dangerous plan when there were people around.

I still remember that she entered the fifth and last room. I went around to the other side of her back and stretched out my sinful hand. This time she didn't scream, but just moved her butt to the other side. I went around to the other side again, and she moved her butt over again. During this time, her vagina was always in front of me. Seeing that she had no idea what to do and just slapped the wooden board on the toilet cubicle with her hands, I was extremely excited. After teasing her for a minute, I left. Later I thought about it and realized it was really dangerous. If she had shouted for help at that time, I would have been caught. Unfortunately, she didn't do that for the sake of her own face, which also gave me, a pervert, unlimited courage.

The remaining few times when I escaped, I only heard the same repeated sentence "Help, help!" The voice was very loud, and I could still hear it clearly even after I ran a long way. I believe that there must be more than one person who heard their cries for help at that time, but no one helped the girls I hurt. I think it was because of the social atmosphere that boosted my courage. There was also a girl smoking. She was dressed very fashionably and was probably a "super sister" or something like that in school. After I attacked her, her weak feminine nature was exposed and she desperately screamed for help.

There are too many peeks, so here are a few that left a deep impression:

1. I also boldly peeked at several beautiful teachers on the third floor of the library. Haha, there was a beautiful teacher with a really great figure and she was also very pretty. After I peeked at her several times, she became alert. One time, I wanted to touch her butt from the side, but before I bent down, I heard "Who's the one next to you?" I was discovered, so I hurried out, and came back after a while, and continued to squat on the ground to watch. This time she didn't notice, but later when she stood up, she saw me again through the crack in the door, "Who's it? Stand here." In fact, her voice was always pitifully small, and almost only she could hear it. In fact, she just wanted to scare me, and she was afraid of losing face if it got out. Later, there were several times when I deliberately let them see me and observed their expressions. When this could no longer arouse my passion, I ended my voyeuristic life. Of course, this is a story for later.

2. Let me give you a few examples where the parties involved have been discovered: A girl found someone peeping and knocked gently on the wooden door, then raised her feet to warn him. I also shamelessly continued to watch. She couldn't do anything about me and continued her work calmly for more than ten minutes.

3. One time, I was crawling on the ground watching the girls inside peeing, but unfortunately, I was discovered by a girl who came in. What do you think she would do? She didn't scream, she just turned and walked away.

4. Another time, I sneaked into the women's restroom on the third floor of the library and chose a position in the middle to wait for my prey. Unfortunately, I forgot to close the door. At this time, a girl came and chose the position where I was hiding. She was very surprised when she saw me, but unfortunately she also chose to leave quietly. I was bumped into by the cleaning lady and other classmates many times, but they all ignored me. I am really worried about the public security in this society.

Finally, let me briefly summarize my other actions in school. The women's restrooms I have been to include the New District Library, Teaching Buildings 1, 2, and 3, except Building 4. I think girls know why Building 4 is not allowed. I have peeped into all the women's restrooms in East 5, 6, 7, 8 and the administrative building. The only precious piece of land in the old area is the 107 tiered classroom. If you think about it carefully, you will know which one I am talking about.

I have seen the girls taking bath on the first floor behind No. 9 and No. 11 girls' dormitories in the new district many times. As for how I peeped, there is no need to explain. Almost every time, I was seen by the girls upstairs or opposite on the balcony, but they also turned a blind eye and kept out of it.

It’s almost time. In two months this boring life will be over. Goodbye, my fellow schoolmates. If you don’t believe what I said, go ahead and try it. But I still advise you to be careful when you go to the toilet. I’m not the only peeping Tom.

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