Hotel Voyeur
It was my girlfriend Anne’s first time abroad; I had taken her to a hotel in Paris for the weekend. She’s a shy girl even though she’s in her mid twenties, she hides her figure under plain loose clothing even though she has an hourglass figure and big round sexy breasts. It all started on the first evening when we had gotten back from a restaurant, she had had a few glasses of wine and was tipsy. I noticed a French waiter out on his balcony, only one over from ours; this was strange because he had been there before we had gone out as well. Even though it was dark I could see him from the bathroom window, I commented on it to Anne. I remember she said, “what’s he doing?” I watched for few minutes then noticed that he was looking at a lit window across from us. A woman walked past the large French doors at her balcony in her underwear, he pulled a camera from his pocket and took a couple of photos then put the camera back in his pocket quickly. I whispered into the bedroom to Anne that he was taking photos of girls in their rooms getting ready for bed. The French doors to each balcony were the full height of the rooms and six feet wide, lit by a bright light above them. It looked as if some of the guests simply forgot to close the curtains; the beds to the rooms were also placed in each of the small rooms in front of the doors with the foot of the bed barely four foot from the doors. I watched as the girl came back into view wearing a nightshirt and slipped into bed and turned out the light. The waiter got few more shots then lit a cigarette. ...