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When I was 15, I took a job as a dishwasher in a 2nd floor bar/restaurant that was pretty famous in our small town for being haunted. The food was better than average and it was a hot spot for young adults out for drinks. I got a free meal during every shift and was able to sneak some booze once in a while, but after I'd been there only a couple of days, one of the bus boys (a kid I knew from our high school) showed me the best perk of the job. He told me I needed to take out the dish area trash, but I argued that it wasn't quite full. He told me to trust him and that it NEEDED to go out now.

I relented, grabbed up the heavy bag and followed him out the back door, where we had a chute of sorts that dropped into a dumpster below. The twilight of the evening had just ended and dark had descended on the back porch. Just a spill of light came from the back door onto the landing and the butterscotch streetlamps cast a weak light. When I started to lift the bag, he told me to hold on a second. Then he ushered me to the side a little bit, and into the outside storage area where we kept extra towels, soaps, etc. and told me to keep quiet. Soon enough, a light flicked on in the window next to the back door, which was an employee-only area. It was the ladies room, which had a low, knee high window, modestly covered by thin curtains. The bathroom window seemingly looked out onto the second floor back landing only, which was closed to public traffic. At the position we had, you could see the toilet at just a slight angle off directly head on through the 1 inch gap in between the curtain sides. From inside the stall, the curtains gave the appearance of privacy and everything outside was enveloped in total darkness anyway. It was perfect for peeping. You couldn't always see the face of the woman you were watching pee, but you could almost always see her pussy in great detail. It was summer time, so often times we would have the window slightly open with the screen in front, but you could hear the stream of piss shooting into the toilet.

Several of the guys in the kitchen, bus boys, waiters, etc. knew about this spot, but they had food to cook, people to serve, etc. Male servers would alert us if a particularly hot woman - or even better, one of our female coworkers - was headed to the bathroom and the scramble to be out there was on, but quietly. For months, I was a model employee - offering to take out trash from the kitchen area, emptying the bathroom trashes before they were even close to full, etc. All the while, dirty dishes mounted and waited for my distracted return. When changing the bags in the ladies bathroom, I'd always manage the curtain gap so that it stayed small enough to give the illusion nobody could see in. Too wide a gap and you risked that a nervous pee-er would close them shut and ruin your show.

One night, only about a week or so before the restaurant closed its doors for good (not because of lost work due to peeping, I don't think), I was diligently removing the trash and taking a few extra minutes before returning. The light flipped on and the curtains were mistakenly open just enough that I recognized the woman in the stall. Tracy worked as a bartender for my parents' bar - mid 20s, dirty blond hair and a tight, killer body. She snuck me beers on occasion and she smoked a joint with me in the women's restroom at my parents' place. I would've tried something with her in those private moments, but I feared I'd be publicly shamed. I was already hard in anticipation of her pants and panties dropping. She did not disappoint, but instead of pulling them back up when she had finished peeing and wiped, she turned slightly toward the window and pulled opened the curtains, then started swaying her bare hips. She unbuttoned her loose cotton blouse and released her breasts, no bra, and ran her hands up and down her sides - right hand on her left side, left on her right - touching her breasts, her neck, her flat tummy, and in many ways, touching me like a 15 year old dishwasher dreams about being handled by a gorgeous, slightly older woman.

I was completely entranced and didn't even hear the approaching footsteps toward the back door until she abruptly stopped her dance, pulled her blouse closed and pulled up her panties and pants. One of the cooks was headed out for a smoke and as he asked me if I'd seen anything good, the bathroom light snapped off. I don't even know if I answered him, but I went through the back door and into the men's bathroom as quickly as I could to relieve the pressure built up inside of me. As noted, the place closed shortly thereafter, and I never found the courage to mention it to Tracy. How could I? She certainly behaved as if she was putting on a show for someone, even though she couldn't have seen me. I have no idea if she knew it was me out there, in the dark, watching her shimmy naked in front of the window. I wonder if she knows what fantasies she filled and fueled that night, under the beacon of light cast by the bathroom light.