Women's toilet voyeur (family incest adult novel)

When seeing this title, many people will spit at me again. It doesn’t matter, just vent. I’m just writing down my experience, which I’ve been holding in my heart for a long time. Anyway, I’m going to graduate soon. Also, the purpose of my writing this is to remind my fellow schoolmates that I am not the only peeping Tom. After reading this article, you just need to be careful. My school is located in a province in western China. It is not convenient to write its name. It is a university with a history of more than 50 years and was formerly a branch of Tsinghua University.

I believe that after reading this article, my fellow junior students, you should know which school I am in.

Back to the point, the first time I sneaked into the women's restroom was outside the No. 2 study room on the second floor of the New District Library. That was when I was a sophomore. It seemed like there was a long holiday for some festival. The holiday started that afternoon. At noon,
Most of the people in Study Room No. 2 had left, except for a few very hardworking people. I was about to leave.
I went to the toilet by the way, and at this time a petite and cute girl also walked out. I watched her enter the women's toilet on the right, and it seemed that she entered the fourth toilet stall. At this time, I saw a 20cm wide gap under the squat toilet, and outside the toilet was a corridor with two turns, so the outsiders could not see what was happening at the toilet door. I happened to see that there was no one around, and I suddenly had an idea to go in and peek. At this time, my heart was pounding several times faster than usual. After carefully checking that there was no one around, I took a gamble and quickly flashed into the women's toilet and climbed down to look at her toilet stall. Unfortunately, I only saw her feet. I knew from common sense that she was standing. I was very scared for the first time.
I was afraid that someone would come in, and I was also afraid that she would suddenly come out. (But later I finally realized that this worry was unnecessary.) I slipped out again and stood in the corridor of the computer room to carefully observe the surrounding environment and the door of the women's toilet. There was no one around.
She hadn't come out for a long time. I guess she was still unbuttoning her pants just now, but I didn't dare to go in again. So my first peeping attempt ended in failure. However, this experience gave me endless imagination. After staying for a few minutes, I decided to retreat. I was hungry, so I should go to the fifth canteen.

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. However, in subsequent practices, I finally perfected it time and time again. So it can be said that theory comes from practice.

At 1:00 p.m. the next day, I sneaked into the library again. When I walked to the lobby, I suddenly saw a girl on the third floor walking towards the women's restroom. At this 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. The third floor was the office and reading room for the library staff. Due to the long holiday, the staff were on vacation, and the reading room was not open yet, so the entire third floor was empty at this time, except for me and that girl.

I walked quietly to the toilet door, my heart pounding dozens of times faster than usual, but I was still timid and carefully observed whether there was anyone around, especially the men's toilet. After finding no one, I finally stepped into the women's toilet next to it. My heart was beating so fast that even the sound of my own breathing seemed particularly loud. The moment I climbed down, I saw what I had been looking forward to for a long time. She was in a room by the window. The light was very bright, so I could see it very clearly. There was a small pink slit with a little hair on it, and occasionally a small stream of spring water came out of the slit. My heart was beating so fast, and I was worried that she would hear my breathing. I didn't dare to breathe, and I escaped quietly, one to observe whether there was anyone around, and the other to relieve my nervousness. After waiting for a while, I wanted to go in again, and suddenly I heard a flushing sound, and I quickly retreated back.
I turned around and ran to the stairs, wanting to see what the girl I had just peeped at looked like. Her back view was pretty good just now, but our school is notorious for having killer back views. After a while, she came out. Damn, a beautiful girl, cute type, with a little light makeup. Looking at the relaxed expression on her face, she didn't realize that she was being peeped at at all. I looked at the area between her legs. Now she was fully armed, but a few minutes ago she was naked in front of me, less than a meter away. Thinking of this, I got excited for a while again. 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 one was nothing, but it was the first time.
Excited and nervous, I climbed up to the rooftop on the fourth floor, pretending to enjoy the view, but actually waiting for another girl to visit me. Unfortunately, I waited until after 2 o'clock, and only saw that one view...

Regarding the above person 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 sex with all the girls in school and various technical secondary schools around me.
night
stand
, those are not as memorable as peeping, maybe only people who have the same hobby as me will understand. alright,
I've talked too much with you guys, let's get back to the topic and continue my voyeuristic 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.

Everyone knows that people generally like to go to the toilet in the morning. There are not enough female 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. In this way, 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 in the morning. There is an elevator on one side.
There might be people taking the elevator there in the morning, so I chose the other side. It was almost the same anyway, so I was cautious.
I scouted around first, and since it was still a holiday, the first floor was basically empty.
There wasn't even a cleaner. I went into the men's restroom first, chose the innermost seat near the women's restroom, and locked the door.
Waiting 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 everything was very quiet. I could hear it 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 room and walked in quietly. The timing was just right, and the girl had just started to pee. Wow, it might be the first time she peed in the morning. It felt as strong as the Huangguoshu Waterfall. I still remember that girl's penis was black and big, not very good-looking, so I waited for her to finish peeing and then went out. I also wanted to see what this girl in high heels looked like, so I found a corner and waited for her to come out quietly. I waited for about two minutes, and after a series of processes such as flushing the toilet, washing hands, and combing hair,
This girl just walked out. Seeing her from the side, she was dressed quite fashionably and had long hair. I guess she would look good enough to live up to the audience's expectations. 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. Back in the dorm, think about the girl I just saw and touch my own
JJ started to YY, this feeling was really good.

This kind of peeping went on 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 clothes every time I went there, so that no one would get familiar with that figure and cause trouble. I was very cautious during this period, so I was never caught. 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, and some had red labia.
There are white and pink ones. I guess the pink ones are mostly virgins, while the black ones are probably experienced. 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, but each time I was wearing different clothes and he was always wearing the same clothes.
And it was the same pair of particularly large 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 someone like me. A detail that happened not long after confirmed my guess.

It was noon one day, and as usual, I scouted out the men's restroom to see if there was anyone there. I quietly looked through the gap below the door and found that familiar pair of sneakers, and someone was standing. There was no sound in the restroom, and he didn't move for several minutes. So I thought to myself, "Little guy, you've taken up my position." Since there was someone there, I had to go to the other side of the third floor.

After about a month, I was peeping on the third floor again and I found a girl squatting in the toilet in a very strange posture, with her butt facing outwards and her pants not taken off. After a closer look, I found it was him because I recognized the huge pair of sneakers. He was peeping at the girl in the toilet from the bottom through the gap.
But he looked too carefully and did not notice that the mantis stalks the cicada, with the sparrow behind it. 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 didn't dare to come out. At this time, 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 didn't come out. At this time, 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 going on inside through the 20cm high gap under the door.
I think it might be because I am tall, so I lowered myself to look at it a little bit shorter, about 150cm
From that height, I can only see whether there is someone inside, but I can't tell whether it is a man or a woman. Haha, for this reason I specially bought a pair of shoes that are a bit feminine, but they are indeed men's. The shoes are comfortable to wear and there is 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 be easy to expose her identity, so I posed myself first and waited for the prey to take the bait.

After a while, I heard footsteps. I looked down and saw that it was a pair of sneakers. It looked like a sporty girl. She chose a seat to my right, walked in, locked the door, and then I heard the sound of her trousers being unbuttoned. She squatted down and started to pee.
From this angle, I could only see her butt and a little bit of hair. I was a little disappointed. She finished peeing soon. 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 looked very carefully, and I looked very carefully too. Gradually, more and more people started to appear. Various girls were changing on my left and right sides. I could see a lot of girls by peeping, but the disadvantage was that I couldn't see what they looked like.
I can only guess what they look like by their shoes. There are all kinds of shoes, high heels, sneakers, long boots, round-toed leather shoes, and from the shoes and the look of their pussies, I can roughly guess whether they are 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.

Later I used this trick in the No. 2 teaching building.
I finish school at 5:30.
At 8:20, I would go to the female restroom in the middle of the three entrances, usually the fourth one. After a while, I could hear the crowds of people leaving get out of class outside, and then girls kept coming in. Usually, the female restrooms were not enough, especially for someone like me who stood in the toilet but didn't poop.
I squatted there and slowly appreciated the beautiful scenery. Of course, I didn't dare to move too much and my body would not cross the cordon. They chatted and told me what happened in the classroom, and then took turns coming in to take off their pants less than half a meter away from me, showing the most beautiful and mysterious parts of their bodies in front of a strange man without any scruples. In this forbidden area for boys, there was a surging crowd outside and beautiful scenery on both sides. When I thought of this, I felt extremely excited. Generally, after fifteen minutes, the people in the teaching building would leave, and I would come out after hearing no movement. During my college years, I would spend 15 minutes there almost every day. If I did a simple statistics by number of people, I could see at least 20 girls on average every day. It has been almost three years, and I should have seen all the girls in the new district. My heart is surging when I think of this data.

This post was posted on our school forum, but it was deleted. A girl said that there was a
MM was touched on the buttocks 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 have done this very seldom, probably only a dozen times, but each time I have a very deep impression. The first time was on the fifth floor of the library, around noon, the reading room had long been closed, and the students who were studying had gone to eat.
The entire fifth floor was almost empty. I just went up to take a look. As it turned out, there was a girl squatting inside. I remember she was squatting in the fourth seat. I first looked at her quietly from all angles. Judging from her shoes and clothes, she was a very fashionable girl and should be good-looking. When I looked at her from the side, I found that her butt was really white and beautiful, so I had the urge to reach out and touch it. You know, my hand was in contact with her butt at that time.
It was only about 30 centimeters. I thought a normal man would have this impulse, so I stepped out, carefully observed that there was no one around, and after confirming my escape route, I entered the 5 next to her again.
Toilet stall number,
She hadn't finished defecating yet, haha, it was a godsend opportunity. I rolled up my sleeves, slowly reached my hand from behind the two toilet seats, then raised my hand and suddenly touched her most private part. Unexpectedly, she asked calmly, "Who is it?" and didn't even move her butt away, which gave me another chance. I thought there would be no difference between touching her once and touching her a hundred times. Later, I found that this girl was very calm, unlike other girls who would scream and shout when they were touched. 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.

I did it more than a dozen times afterwards, but I was very careful each time, usually choosing weekends when no one was working in the library.
And it was 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 in the opposite direction, with her head facing the direction of the flush and her butt facing outside. In that way, I could easily slide my fingers between her two slits and leave with her love juice. I still remember the sound of her screaming "Ah"

The sound was a little changed due to fright. 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 and wearing fashionable clothes. She was probably a "super sister" in school.

Something like that. After being attacked by me, her weak female 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, continuing to squat on the ground to watch. This time she didn't notice me, but later when she stood up, she saw me again through the crack in the door, "Who is it? Stand here..." In fact, her voice was so small every time she spoke that 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 have been discovered: A girl knocked gently on the wooden door after discovering someone peeping, and then stepped forward 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, and 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 female restroom on the third floor of the library and chose a good spot in the middle to wait for my prey. Unfortunately, I forgot to close the door, and a girl came in at the right time, and chose the spot where I was hiding. She was very surprised when she saw me, but unfortunately she also chose to leave quietly. I was also bumped into by the cleaning lady and other classmates.
times, but they all ignored me. I am really worried about the public security in this society.

Finally, I will briefly summarize my other actions in school. The women's toilets I have been to are the New District Library, Teaching Building 1
, 2
, 3
In addition to 4
Why 4
I think girls know that you can’t go to Building No. East 5
, 6
,
7
, 8
There is also the administrative building. I have peeped into all the women's toilets mentioned above. There is only 107 in the old district.
That precious piece of land called the lecture hall, if you think about it carefully you will know where I am talking about.

New District Girls Dormitory 9
I have also seen girls bathing on the first floor behind No. 11 and No. 13.
As for how I peeped, there is no need to say more. Almost every time I would be 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. This boring life will end in two months. Goodbye, my schoolmates.
If you don't believe what I say, go ahead and try it, but I still advise you to be careful when you go to the toilet.