I BECAME A VOYEUR IN SPITE OF MYSELF. PART 2 - Sex Stories

I BECAME A VOYEUR IN SPITE OF MYSELF. PART 2

Do you like spying on other people when you are sure they are not seeing you and you can see them doing things that would never do in public? If you like voyeurism, this story is just for you… The female genitals are parts of the body carefully covered and protected against any exposure to people, especially in our Oriental cultures. Voyeurism and exhibitionism are proscribed and condemned by the whole community. Women who commit a public nuisance by peeing along the roadside or in a dark corner of a wall merely bare their buttocks and squat down to piss. Very occasionally, in rural areas or in the highlands you could catch a woman out in the act of taking a bath near a village pond, a well or by the side of a brook. But, unfortunately, there is nothing worth seeing or watching Why? Because she generally pulls her loose-fitting trousers up to her neck with one hand to completely cover her bosoms and pours water on her body with the other hand. Alternatively, she waddles through water and has a dip in the stream. Thus, the “yoni” is something both sacred and vulnerable, not to be exposed to men’s eyes for fear of ****! You can only see it in medical books or in pornographic photos and not in real life (obviously we didn’t have access to the Internet at the time). ***** Yet I happened to enjoy a free show of vulva cleaning in an extraordinary and unique circumstance, far beyond my imagination. The story goes back a very long time, in my youth. The school where I worked with ...

... its hostel for students was on the premises of a large provincial area that was occupied also by a few other institutions and offices. A row of public bathrooms were built at the remotest end of the central yard. The roof was covered with tiles but the room partitions were simply made of cob. The doors didn’t wholly fit the door frames. There was an opening at the top to let the air in. There was neither sign nor notice nearby, so for privacy reasons, once men or women had entered the bathrooms, they usually hung their clothing on the outside of the doors to signal that the rooms were occupied. One summer afternoon, I went to take a bath in such a public bathroom. There was no toilet facilities: no shower, no bathtub, no soap dishes, except a 1 meter high water tap with cold water and several clothes lines. While I was soaping my body, I heard a creak in the adjoining room. I thought this didn’t concern me, so I kept on pouring water on my stark naked figure. But the babbling sound of water that monotonously came from the adjacent partition awakened my unhealthy curiosity. Who was this person: a man or a woman? Raising my eyes upwards, I discovered that the plaster on the partition wall had peeled off and there was a tiny hole on it. So I gave up to my temptation and decided to take the risk, in defiance of my reputation of a model young teacher! I drew near the wall and peeped through the little hole. Oh dear! A woman naked from the waist down was squatting under the water tap ...