Chapter I
My First Infiltration
The university campus was something big, with all the faculties scattered around each other, making their own mini-city. I had always had a morbid and intriguing curiosity about entering women's bathrooms and sneaking into a stall without being seen, so that I could listen to everything that went on inside and maybe even catch someone or, in my greatest expression, try to record something.
To attempt to achieve this feat, I took it upon myself to study and analyze all the bathrooms to see which ones were most feasible. Since my schedule was broken, I had classes throughout the day, with some free hours between them, which I would use to wander around the university and conduct my research. I designated my statistics notebook, which didn't serve me because I didn't understand anything, to record my observations with formulas and annotations, which at the end might have made my teacher see it if he had seen it, full of numbers in order, with formulas that didn't exist that I was creating myself, and Einstein would have given me a semester and called me a genius arithmetic or something like that.
Each faculty has its own cafeteria installations, courts, auditoriums, etc., and of course, several bathrooms - some bigger and more exposed, and others smaller and hidden.
After weeks of observation, I determined that it would be much more feasible to filter into the bathroom in the afternoons, when there was less student activity, locate and analyze the best options, since not all of them would allow me to slip in or at least not as easily as I presented in others.
These annotations were something like:
Arq and design, court bathroom: 4-7 pm medium-low frequency, 7-9 low frequency
Passage art bathroom: 4-9 pm medium frequency
Law: bathrooms of the last building: 4-9 pm high-medium *far* But something crowded, with good intervals to enter and leave without being seen.
Medicine and nursing: bathroom of storage rooms, 5-8 pm *better hour *plus: morbo adds points because they use nurse uniforms.
Psychology: bathrooms test rooms: 4-7 *better hour *low but constant frequency.
More a never-ending stream of doodles, hieroglyphics, and similar annotations that I barely understood.
A very hot day, decided, it was time to put what I had learned into practice since that day coincided with the fact that the farthest bathroom from psychology had very little but effective attendance, located in the last buildings just next to full classrooms of old materials and storage rooms that no one used, the cleaning lady never came near there except at closing time to sweep it and take out the trash, besides, as always at 6 o'clock, the janitors would gather to hang around for a bit, I suppose it was the dead hour when there was nothing to do. So without thinking more, making sure no one was inside, I got into the bathroom, since my investigations had only been outside so far, once inside, I had to improvise, neither did I have anything big planned yet, my plan was simple: once inside, see what cubbies were available, sound them out and choose the most suitable one to get in and lock myself up to wait, like a spider waiting for its prey to fall into its web.
My first incursion may not have been so magnificent, being the pioneer, but it was effective, sitting full of nerves and uncertainty on the toilet seat for about 15 minutes, sweating whether from the heat or nervousness, asking myself what the hell I was doing there. The class change hour arrived, I was in position and didn't spend much more time when I heard the first footsteps entering. I froze, almost silent, hardly breathing because I didn't want to be discovered inside. When the girl casually entered one of the Urinal boots of the wing, sat down and started peeing, giving me a continuous sound of his stream coming out with pressure hitting the water in the bowl, creating an echo of the same that sounded in all the corners of the bathroom, finished, cleaned up, and without more went away. Immobilized and incredulous that what I had fantasized about for so long was really happening, when everything returned to silence it was then that I realized what was really happening, my nerves took a backseat because first and foremost, I was well heated, with my heart racing at a thousand beats and my cock stiff. I calmed down thinking that they would never in the world think of the idea that there would be a guy in the cubicle next door. I lowered my pants and started touching myself, still hearing in my mind that sonorous echo of the stream, when just a little later another girl came in, like the previous one without suspecting anything, directed herself to the bowl to fill me up with another sonorous echo due to her stream, with the surprise of this participant adding some nice farts to her pee, which I interpreted as a subtle call and invitation to jerk off. This time I was ready, while that was happening I already had my cock super heated, almost finishing the second girl, perhaps still not out of the bathroom, immediately managed to perceive two more voices already inside the bathroom, felt another nerve calmer but since I was further along than that, only one of the two new girls who entered made it to the bathroom, peeing while they continued talking, listening to them chat and with the sound of their pee in the background, I managed to finish and empty all my cum into the bowl trying not to make any noise coming up to join them there conversing on the side without having the slightest idea, I thought first simply letting them go all over the floor for the next girls who would use that cubicle but ended up staying inside because it seemed like a better idea. Cup, floating, thinking about the idea that I would see them next time, paying attention and maybe recognizing it, which gave me more heat and morbidity.
After having taken out all my cum, I felt a drop in temperature almost immediately, knowing it was time to leave, only had to get out without being seen for my feat to become a total triumph. Briefly, I returned to feeling the entire silent atmosphere and the bathroom completely alone, I left like in a kind of hurry/urgency from the cubicle to be able to leave quickly, not without giving myself the time and luxury to check the basket of papers, picking up two dirty pieces clearly wet that had just been used. Triumphant, I left as if nothing had happened, I went totally bald, with my prizes, smoking a cigar.
My First Infiltration
The university campus was something big, with all the faculties scattered around each other, making their own mini-city. I had always had a morbid and intriguing curiosity about entering women's bathrooms and sneaking into a stall without being seen, so that I could listen to everything that went on inside and maybe even catch someone or, in my greatest expression, try to record something.
To attempt to achieve this feat, I took it upon myself to study and analyze all the bathrooms to see which ones were most feasible. Since my schedule was broken, I had classes throughout the day, with some free hours between them, which I would use to wander around the university and conduct my research. I designated my statistics notebook, which didn't serve me because I didn't understand anything, to record my observations with formulas and annotations, which at the end might have made my teacher see it if he had seen it, full of numbers in order, with formulas that didn't exist that I was creating myself, and Einstein would have given me a semester and called me a genius arithmetic or something like that.
Each faculty has its own cafeteria installations, courts, auditoriums, etc., and of course, several bathrooms - some bigger and more exposed, and others smaller and hidden.
After weeks of observation, I determined that it would be much more feasible to filter into the bathroom in the afternoons, when there was less student activity, locate and analyze the best options, since not all of them would allow me to slip in or at least not as easily as I presented in others.
These annotations were something like:
Arq and design, court bathroom: 4-7 pm medium-low frequency, 7-9 low frequency
Passage art bathroom: 4-9 pm medium frequency
Law: bathrooms of the last building: 4-9 pm high-medium *far* But something crowded, with good intervals to enter and leave without being seen.
Medicine and nursing: bathroom of storage rooms, 5-8 pm *better hour *plus: morbo adds points because they use nurse uniforms.
Psychology: bathrooms test rooms: 4-7 *better hour *low but constant frequency.
More a never-ending stream of doodles, hieroglyphics, and similar annotations that I barely understood.
A very hot day, decided, it was time to put what I had learned into practice since that day coincided with the fact that the farthest bathroom from psychology had very little but effective attendance, located in the last buildings just next to full classrooms of old materials and storage rooms that no one used, the cleaning lady never came near there except at closing time to sweep it and take out the trash, besides, as always at 6 o'clock, the janitors would gather to hang around for a bit, I suppose it was the dead hour when there was nothing to do. So without thinking more, making sure no one was inside, I got into the bathroom, since my investigations had only been outside so far, once inside, I had to improvise, neither did I have anything big planned yet, my plan was simple: once inside, see what cubbies were available, sound them out and choose the most suitable one to get in and lock myself up to wait, like a spider waiting for its prey to fall into its web.
My first incursion may not have been so magnificent, being the pioneer, but it was effective, sitting full of nerves and uncertainty on the toilet seat for about 15 minutes, sweating whether from the heat or nervousness, asking myself what the hell I was doing there. The class change hour arrived, I was in position and didn't spend much more time when I heard the first footsteps entering. I froze, almost silent, hardly breathing because I didn't want to be discovered inside. When the girl casually entered one of the Urinal boots of the wing, sat down and started peeing, giving me a continuous sound of his stream coming out with pressure hitting the water in the bowl, creating an echo of the same that sounded in all the corners of the bathroom, finished, cleaned up, and without more went away. Immobilized and incredulous that what I had fantasized about for so long was really happening, when everything returned to silence it was then that I realized what was really happening, my nerves took a backseat because first and foremost, I was well heated, with my heart racing at a thousand beats and my cock stiff. I calmed down thinking that they would never in the world think of the idea that there would be a guy in the cubicle next door. I lowered my pants and started touching myself, still hearing in my mind that sonorous echo of the stream, when just a little later another girl came in, like the previous one without suspecting anything, directed herself to the bowl to fill me up with another sonorous echo due to her stream, with the surprise of this participant adding some nice farts to her pee, which I interpreted as a subtle call and invitation to jerk off. This time I was ready, while that was happening I already had my cock super heated, almost finishing the second girl, perhaps still not out of the bathroom, immediately managed to perceive two more voices already inside the bathroom, felt another nerve calmer but since I was further along than that, only one of the two new girls who entered made it to the bathroom, peeing while they continued talking, listening to them chat and with the sound of their pee in the background, I managed to finish and empty all my cum into the bowl trying not to make any noise coming up to join them there conversing on the side without having the slightest idea, I thought first simply letting them go all over the floor for the next girls who would use that cubicle but ended up staying inside because it seemed like a better idea. Cup, floating, thinking about the idea that I would see them next time, paying attention and maybe recognizing it, which gave me more heat and morbidity.
After having taken out all my cum, I felt a drop in temperature almost immediately, knowing it was time to leave, only had to get out without being seen for my feat to become a total triumph. Briefly, I returned to feeling the entire silent atmosphere and the bathroom completely alone, I left like in a kind of hurry/urgency from the cubicle to be able to leave quickly, not without giving myself the time and luxury to check the basket of papers, picking up two dirty pieces clearly wet that had just been used. Triumphant, I left as if nothing had happened, I went totally bald, with my prizes, smoking a cigar.
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