Exciting times in the female toilet…

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Exciting times in the female toilet…I posted this on my blog some time ago, lost my nerve and deleted it… now I want to write it again.One afternoon when I was in university, I was about to join a lecture in a very old building. First I needed to visit the toilet which was in the basement.As I exited the toilet, I noticed that the female toilet entrance was directly across the hallway. It was very quiet – not many people came down here apart from between lectures. I realised that I could easily see when the female toilet was empty, and sneak in for a look.The first time, that was all I wanted to do.One day, I worked up the courage to do it.The first time I went in, I got an adrenaline rush unlike anything I had ever felt.I quickly cast my eyes around.There were only 2 stalls. One was smaller than the other, and for some reason was a bit darker.The stall doors were solid and went all the way to the floor.Right away I decided I was going to hang around and at least hear what went on when a girl used the toilet – to unveil at least some of the mystery.The stupid decision I made was to go in the larger stall first – we’ll see why later. I got in the stall and locked the door. I sat on the toilet. Even if I had wanted to masturbate, I couldn’t have. Adrenaline had made an erection impossible.After about 20 minutes, I heard the door open, then voices. There were at least two girls coming!Obviously, one took the empty stall, but the other tried the door of the stall I was in.I could hear the girl in the other stall really clearly. I heard a rustle as she (presumably) dropped her pants, tekirdağ escort then immediately a really loud continuous splashing jet of piss echoed around. It went on for about a minute. After a few more splashes, I heard a really loud fart, followed by a few smaller quieter ones. This really blew my mind! The girl outside knocked on the stall door. “Hello? Hey! Is there someone in there? Are you going to be long? I really need to go.”I froze and stopped breathing. I had no idea what to do. I thought I should have made a sign saying “Out of order” – but that wasn’t helping me now.Now, the girl in the other stall spoke up. “It’s OK, I’m coming out”.I heard the noise of toilet paper, then clothing rustling. The toilet flushed, then the door opened.No sooner was it open than the waiting girl rushed inside and slammed the door shut. I heard her groan quietly “ohfuckohfuckohfuck”, then the seat slammed up.Next came a rippling explosive noise as she emptied her bowels. Now I had been turned on by piss but never by shit. However, I couldn’t help but be fascinated by this most private of moments.There were a few more small splashes. Then came a very loud jet of piss, which didn’t last long.Soon, I heard her begin to clean up. This wasn’t an easy job, and it took some minutes.All the while, the smell of her came drifting over the stall wall and it filled the air.Eventually, she left. I thought about masturbating, but I actually couldn’t.I left cautiously. Over the next few days, I thought of little else.The next logical step to me was to be able to see from one stall to another. However escort tekirdağ I went about it in such a dumb way, it’s amazing that I didn’t get caught.Over a few days, I began poking a hole in the drywall between the small and large stalls. There were 2 layers, and I made the hole larger in the larger stall.However the first time I tried to use it, I actually got trapped in the large stall again as someone came in to use the small one.As I heard someone undress and piss next door, I couldn’t resist looking through, even though I would be close enough for them to hear my breathing. I couldn’t see anything, and luckily they left without noticing me.On the next few occasions, I had more luck.I was in the small stall. Footsteps approached. I glued my eye to the hole, and I had a perfect view. I wanted to be in place so that whoever it was would not see any movement. The stall door opened inward temporarily blocking my view. Then it closed, and I could see the occupant with her back to me.She was wearing tight-ish jeans I remember, and her arse was a reasonable shape.Next thing I knew she was dropping her jeans. She moved quickly, turning around to sit on the seat, now facing me.She was hunched forward, looking at the floor. She pissed pretty quickly.I was lucky that she stood up to wipe, with her panties around her thighs. She had a big black bush, and she wiped through it thoroughly.Following this, I started to take even more risks.In the wall in the large stall, around the actual spyhole, I drew a large crude drawing of a cock and balls, spewing cum from its head..Then tekirdağ escort bayan I began to collect a few second hand female erotica novels, and I would leave these in the large stall.On the next few occasions, these additions raised some interest.There was my first skirt experience. She was older, probably in her thirties. She was wearing a suit with a long skirt.She dropped the skirt to her knees rather than pulling it up, and also she hovered above the seat rather than sitting on it.She looked in distaste at my artwork. This alone was enough to make my cock start to harden. For the first time i this whole escapade. I began to stroke it as I watched her. The noise of her piss covered any noise I might have made.She took her time dressing, careful not to ruin her skirt.I did actually manage to cum that time.Two more incidents:One time, someone I knew came into the stall. This absolutely blew my mind. She was a short, tight-bodied nineteen year old who always wore tight jeans. I pretty much recognised her ass before I saw her face.As a bonus, she changed a tampon after pissing, so I got a great view of her ass and pussy. She had a full bush that extended into her ass crack. A bush like that needs extra wiping after a piss.The last day I visited, there was a scary incident, which made me quit.As I sat in the darkened stall watching another student pissing, my watched beeped to signal the hour.Now the first thing this girl did was to look at her OWN watch, which was almost certainly not set to the same time as mine.Next she looked up. She began to peer at the peephole, which now I think of it, was ridiculously obvious.She pulled up her pants and left hurriedly.I made my own exit, waiting and hoping that she wasn’t hanging around.Overall, a fabulous experience that I was lucky to come through. I still think about it almost 30 years on.

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