Harry's Fishing Expedition

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction only. All characters, names, Telegram handles, and chat groups have been fabricated for the purposes of this story. References to actual places are real. Chinese language inclusion, in Pinyin, is also real.

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Harry, that was Wen hao's English name, focused in on the girl with his wide lens. Her name was Cindy, and the fact that she had an English name like Harry indicated that they were destined, somehow, to get together.

He snapped another pic. This time she was reaching up, her arms high as she adjusted her hair into a top bun. Her shirt was up, leaving her mid section bare. Harry zoomed in and snapped a few shots in quick succession. "Wow. Wasn't expecting that." He said to no one. He opened the picture on the Cannon's screen and examined his find. "What else are you hiding," he whispered as he examined the dark trail of hair the led from her belly button down into her pants.

Harry took a few more shots and then gathered up his belongings, and headed towards the park. Two minutes later he was there.

"Eh, Harry, I thought you were coming to the study group." Cindy said, she was smiling. Straight white teeth beamed at him from a pretty mouth. The sun had coloured her face, and she was glowing.

"Ahh, I had to do some chores for Professor Kang. What did I miss?" he said.

"Nothing really." Cindy frowned. She collected her books and they walked off. Cindy went over what the group had discussed. Mostly computer theory. And Harry was glad he missed it.

"What?" Cindy said.

Harry was thinking again about the photo he had just taken. He had never seen a girl with a snail trail before. "Hey how about BBQ and beers this Friday?" He blurted out a moment later. Cindy looked like she about to refuse again. "Come on, you got to have some fun some time."

"We went out three weeks ago." She said. "And I drank way too much."

"That was too long ago already. I need to let of some steam. The books are killing me." He said, not untruthfully. But he was thinking about how to get into her pants. Three weeks ago he felt he had gotten close, feeding her beers so that she had begun falling over him.

"Another time. I may have committed to something with Zhenghao and some others." She said, happily, referring to her friends from Number 13 Teaching University, across the river. The group also included a guy she liked, and Harry bristled inside.

"Another time then." He said, fuming. And then he had another idea. "Hey are you still swimming?"

Cindy smiled. "Yes, why? Are you finally going to give it a go?" she nudged him. Her big smile was infectious.

"I've been thinking about it." He said. Harry couldn't swim, and he wasn't interested in learning. But it would give him an excuse to be by the indoor pool. He wanted to see her in a bathing suit.

"Come tomorrow if you want. I will be there at 4." she pause a moment. "I'm not teaching you how to swim though. I can introduce you to the instructor there." She said. "He's really good. I can do freestyle now." She grinned.

"Amazing." He said. "I might stop by."

Harry left Cindy and returned to his dormitory. One of his fellow dorm members was there, the others he didn't know where. Good.

He plugged into the camera and uploaded the photos onto his laptop. Then he opened his telegram chat group, Shenyang University fishing Group. The group had 284 members, and none of them fished. At least not in the conventional sense. They were voyeurs. And their posts were of fellow classmates; girls at their universities who needed undressing. Every now and again one of them would get successful. They shared their tricks and methods in the chat. Naturally, membership was invitation only, and all were encouraged to post. Their one rule was that no pictures were to be published online. He had met and seen many of the girls that had been posted. They had no idea they had been exposed. It gave him power over them, and it had given him confidence. They no longer frightened him.

Fuck it, he thought. And he uploaded the photos of Cindy. Harry hadn't posted in a while, and his rule had always been to post pictures of girls he was not into. This was breaking his rule. But damn, she continued to rebuff him. So be it. It wasn't much anyway, but that wouldn't matter.

Within moments messages were coming in.

"Holy shit. I didn't girls could grow a snail trail. Outrageous!"

"Happy trails." Wrote another.

"I bet there is more where that comes from." Wrote @LiuNotHere9832.

"She must be a northerner for sure. I hear the Mongolians are hairy." Wrote @12540023Zhou

"Japanese perhaps?"

"This is great. I bet her golden valley is unpassable. Any more pics?" wrote @farawayhouing1990

"Woooh. I know that girl. She's hot. I can't believe how wild she is. I need to see more!" The post had big eye emojis.

More messages piled in. They all supported more snooping.

"I will see what I can do." Wrote Harry. And then he shut the app for the night. The next morning there were more messages, and he spent the next 30 minutes going through them all.

Harry breezed through two classes and then made his way to the cafeteria to have lunch with friends. In the afternoon he grabbed his shorts and caught a bus two stops over to the public pool. Inside he saw two large lap pools. Not many people were here at this time of day, and Harry was happy to see others on their phones waiting for sons and daughters to finish swim lessons. Excellent.

He went into the change rooms and got into his shorts. He put a swim cap on and goggles on top. There weren't for swimming.

He grabbed a smaller bag and towel and went out. Outside, he dipped into a shallow pool and then made his way to the lap pools. After five minutes he found Cindy in lane seven, close to the edge of pool two. He set up on some chairs behind a couple of others who were facing forward on their phones.

Two laps later Cindy stopped and sat on the side of the pool. Harry took the first silent snaps with his iphone. She was massaging her arms, being tired from swimming. And then he saw it. He quickly snapped again, this time capturing a glimpse of the girl's hairy under arms. "Maybe she is Mongolian?" he whispered, wondering what her other parts looked like.

He sent through a quick message, and he saw the girl respond. Cindy got up and walked a couple of steps to her bag. There, she squatted, and, reaching into her tote bag, retrieved her phone. She stayed there. Harry had full view and snapped away, zooming close to capture her body in her one-piece swim suit. She was looking close at her phone, which meant she didn't have her contact lenses in. Great. He zoomed in further, "and there," he said, as she adjusted her position. He snapped a few more close pics, this time he had view of her crotch as she sat on her heels. The swimsuit covered her womanhood, but the fabric was thin, and dark hair visibly protruded from the sides. Her position emphasized her camel toe. "I knew it." He snapped away again. Then his phone buzzed.

Harry answered, telling her he raced back into the change rooms. He saw her look around. She removed her swim cap and hair fell around her face. She was beautiful, and, for that reason, he found her hairy features oddly attractive. He wanted to see more.

Harry quickly packed up his things and, when she had her head in her bag, dropped in around the other side to the pool and caught up with her as she moved toward the change rooms.

"How did you go?" has asked as they levelled up. "I didn't get to see you swim. I was hoping to."

"It was great. I feel so fresh afterwards." She was smiling, trying to wring the rest of the water from her hair. "I find it really resets me for uni."

Harry was looking at her dark underarms and wondered how he had never noticed them before. "I've heard that from some else." He recovered when she looked up.

They talk a moment longer and then Cindy walked off to the change rooms. Harry doubled backed to his own, got changed, and was out in three minutes.

Back at his dorm he uploaded the photos. They were much more revealing, and if he zoomed in close enough, he was able look in detail at the shape of her labia. Light trails of hair formed around the swimsuit. Dark strands escaped from underneath. "the Fishing club is going to like these ones." He mumbled. He fiddled a moment long. "And there." They were posted.

"He strikes again!" The first response came in moments later.

"@LuckyBob367112 provides again. Thank you sir!!" said @Yayyou84562392, referring to Harry's tag.

"Holy cow. I knew it. A wonderful playground. I bet it smells like shampoo." Wrote another.

"She has some foreigner in her. I'd wager." Wrote another.

"I had a GF that hairy once. Not that uncommon." Wrote @gorgonKang882232

"Was she hot?"

"A troll." Followed by smiley face and tears, responded @gorgonKang882232.

"The hot ones are unique." Wrote @TerribleIban525253.

"Her hairy love cave is crying for attention." Wrote @5700oppenhemier. "Please post more!!"

Harry was happy with his efforts. The group had not been as active for some time, and he could see the reaction he was causing.

"More coming soon. Stay tuned." He wrote, and then left chat.

He wasn't sure how he would do that, but he needed more photos. First, he needed her to agree to go out with him for drinks. And the thought of his next photo shoot began to form.

Harry's opportunity came on Friday. He was playing with his camera after class by the basketball courts. In his spare time, Harry took professional photos, mostly which he sold online to graphics companies. Cindy was walking back to her dorm from somewhere and she made it to him.

"Harry Ya!" She said excitedly. She was wearing a flowery dress with a white blouse over the top. "I was looking for you. And here you are taking photos. I should have guessed."

Harry beamed at the girl. She was looking good. "Just practicing with the new lens." He said, and he turned, adjusted the lens and took a photo of her. "And it turns out..." he was fiddling with playback, "that I'm pretty good at it." He pulled up the shot and showed Cindy.

"Oh my. I love it." She said, impressed, her face reddening slightly. "Can you send that to me?"

"Can do." He said.

"I'm good right!" Said Harry, half joking. "What are you up to? I thought you were heading out with your group?"

"Oh, I was. But their uni has this thing on that half of them have to attend. The other half decided to stay back also." She said, her hand shielding her face from the sun. "Are you still heading out?"

"Just me? I wasn't planning on it. But I could be persuaded if you're thinking about calamari rings?" He said. "I know a place on the other side of Kangan street, across from motorbike city?"

"I know the one, I think. Sounds great." She said. "God, I'm so keen to not think about uni."

Harry gave the thumbs up. "Fantastic. How about 6? I'll meet you at the front gate. The number 43 stops by there."

Cindy agreed and she departed. Great, thought Harry. And he went back to shooting action shots of the players, thinking at the same time how he was going to snap some more revealing photos of Cindy.

They caught up at 6 and jumped on the bus to the outdoor bbq area near motocycle city. It was three stops from their university. Restaurants had their small tables and chairs set up on the side walk, close to the street, and they were thriving. Harry picked a spot by the curb, and they sat down on the plastic stools. He ordered two beers, a plate of nuts, and some sticks of bbq calamari to start off with.

That evening it felt as if summer had finally arrived. The curb side was bustling with patrons of a handful of different bbq houses. Men had their shirts off. Rounds of Ganbei (Cheers) could be heard in joy.

Harry and Cindy participated in their own festivities. "Ganbei" they both said as they downed another short class of beer. Harry waffled down the food when it arrived. Cindy ate sparingly, as he knew she would. And he kept up the toasts so that empty bottles began to line the side of the table.

"I can't believe they didn't even change the tests from last year." Cindy said, with a growing slur. "It is tremendously slack. But, oh.. I was so grateful too." She said. They were commiserating over the semester exams.

The dusk had begun to settle, and the patrons thinned out a little. Cindy had finally removed the blouse, and her shoulders were now bare, except for the thin straps that held her dress in place. Her cheeks were flushed from the drink, and a glowing pink emphasized a delicate neck and chest.

"Ganbei." They said again, and downed another glass.

Harry retrieved his camera from a bag and took a few selfies with Cindy together. In several they made the peace sign and funny faces. Harry was delighted to see Cindy playing foolishly, and noticed secretly that when she bent over, her dress loosened enough to display a shallow yet wide cleavage. Interesting, he thought. And wondered if the dress would loosen any more.

"Is there a bathroom?" Cindy asked after a while.

"There is." Harry leaned over. "I went in there before. But I don't think it is ah.. for ladies."

"Oh..Ewhh." Cindy scrunched her nose. "I will go later then."

Just then their final dish came out, along with two more beers. Harry took another long chug of water and then filled the glasses with beer.

Cindy was leaning over to smell the plate of fried sweet fish-flavored pork, and Harry received another look down her dress. This time he caught sight of a large areola and nipple on a small boob. Inside he started groaning.

Cindy sighed happily. "I used to love this dish growing up." She said, taking in the smell. Then picking up her chopsticks she began picking at the dish.

Harry did the same and, in between toasts, the dish disappeared, along with the bottles.

"Oh, that was so good he said," and, pre-empting Cindy, suggested they start heading back. It was 9pm, and they had been there for a couple of hours.

He went inside to pay the bill. Coming back out, he saw Cindy attempting to get off the chair. She hadn't moved since they sat down.

"My god." She said swaying. "The world is spinning."

Harry helped her on her feet and took hold of her arm. His other carried his tote bag and they set off slowly toward campus.

Harry held on to the girl beside him. She was not a mess yet, but she was heading that way, and she began to sing as they walked.

"I'm drunk." Cindy said with a slur.

"Yes you are. And me too." Harry said and they laughed. "I think it would be a good idea to walk it off. The bus is likely to make me vomit."

"Oh, me too."

The night was warm as they turned onto a quieter street. They attempted to sing a song, but neither knew the lyrics, and they giggled for a hundred meters before they took a rest.

Cindy plopped down on a paved garden box, out of breath, and unladylike. A strap came off her shoulder and it was left there. The top of her small boob becoming more visible. Her face was visibly pink and she swayed, smiling, with one hand holding onto Harry for support. "Just give me a moment." She said, and started trying to sing again.

Harry took out his phone and took a few pictures. "Smile he said." He took a photo of her looking up. She was unaware that her strap had fallen further, and Harry got a full view pic of her right tit, which had fallen out of its pocket. He took a couple more, some with himself in the picture. He bent down to get both their faces, and some with just Cindy. Her right tit on full display.

The image was burned into Harry retina. The small boob with the big round areola. How he would love to see them both out! How it sat so perfectly and pointedly on her chest!

Cindy shifted, and Harry caught her attention quickly before she realized it was out and lifted her up off the box with both hands. Her tit back fell in place, and she fell on him.

"Oh... god. How much did we drink." She giggled again. They stumbled a touch further down the street before Cindy slurred that she needed to pee.

"Umm. I don't know if there is anywhere to pee here." He said. The street was residential.

Cindy groaned and bent over as if in pain. "I don't care. I just need to pee." She said. "Anywhere."

Harry looked around and half carried the girl to an opening between two older residential buildings. To the side, stairs led off into the building, and they walked through into a courtyard. There was a row of bikes at the back and he headed towards them, behind was a semi-secluded opening. "How about here?" He asked, unsure.

"Ok." She said.

Harry left here leaning against a steel pole, and placed his bag on the ground in the nook. As Cindy doubled over, she didn't see him fiddle with something inside the bag. A moment later he was back. "Ok, what do you need me to do?"

"Ahh. I don't...." She was out of breath. "I don't think I can stand." She said wobbling.

Harry led her over to the nook. "Ok, I can hold your hand or something while you... you know." He said.

"Ok." she said.

Harry adjusted his stance as if to face away from Cindy, and he saw the girl begin to fiddle with her underwear.

It took a couple of stumbles before she could get them off. Her dress only reached to just above her knees, but every time she looked down she felt like she was going to fall. "Don't let go." She said as she stumbled again.

After another go, Cindy was able to squat without falling over, planting her feet wide for balance. Facing away from Harry, she pulled in her skirt and began to relieve herself.

The sound was loud, and Harry could hear the powerful stream hitting the cement and begin pooling. It went on for quite a while.

As it began to slow down, Cindy tried to adjust herself to avoid wetting her shoes, but the motioned ruined her concentration and she slipped. "Ahhh."

Harry heard the alarm. And he looked back to see Cindy laughing. She had fallen off her heels onto her bum, and was yanking on his arm trying to get up. She brought both her hands to his and looked up at him.

"I slipped." She said beaming. The skirt had fallen partly back into place, but Harry, looking down, could see her hairy sex sitting there in the pool she had just made.

Harry laughed with her, trying to cover for what he had just seen, and yanked her up to her feet, where she staggered.

"Woops." She said, giggling. Her panties were on the now wet cement.

"Don't worry." Harry said. "I'm sure it happens all the time here." He said reassuringly.

"That's right" she said. "This is the pee spot. I bet the whole community comes here." She said laughing.

Harry laughed too, and gathered up his bag and Cindy. "What do we do about your... ah.. panties." He said.

"Oh" she said and picked them up. But she didn't have any pockets. "Umm." She held them up. "Can I put them in your bag?"

Cindy put her panties in his bag, and and they began walking back again. Harry couldn't think about anything else accept that she was not now wearing panties, and that they were now in his bag.

They crossed another street and continued to sing. Another 200 meters and they crossed another.

He still couldn't believe that she ware bare under the dress. "I can't believe you are not wearing panties." He blurted, as they continued to stumble, though less now.

Cindy giggled. "You know...Sometimes I wear no panties to class." She laughed, conspiratorially.

"Really!!" Harry said shocked. "Is this a secret girl thing? Do you all do that?" He asked. And his funny expression made Cindy laugh.

"I know some do. But it is not a club you know. Sometimes I just like to dare myself a little"

"Wait. Does that mean sometimes you are not wearing panties when we catchup?" He asked.

"You will never know." She said, singing out the words.