Confessions of a Voyeur

It is recommended to read the earlier chapters for context, but it is not required. I recap required elements for understanding.

There are some morally dubious elements in this story. It is meant to be a pure fantasy and not an endorsement of such behavior in real life. This is meant to be sexy, not instructive. All characters are eighteen or older.

Comments are greatly appreciated and are the reason I continue this series.

For my semester abroad, I studied at the University of Barcelona. My Spanish was so-so, but many people in Barcelona understood English, and the graduate engineering course I'd been accepted into was also taught in English. I had never lived in such a large city before and as I rode in from the airport in my taxi, I was overwhelmed by the scale of it. So many people and buildings, some of which appeared ancient. The narrow streets and cultural richness was something a girl from small town America had only ever seen in pictures before.

I was staying in the Gothic Quarter, in a house owned by two university professors, a married couple, Fernando and Selena Aguilo. I had been in contact with Fernando over the past month as we arranged my stay. I was to be given one side of the house which had been converted into an apartment, but they would be there to greet me and give me my keys on my arrival. As we drove down La Rambla, past the great promenade where all the people milled and gathered, I felt my heart swell with excitement and possibility.

And then Anna's words came to me. Anna was my friend, or rather, my fuck buddy, from my college back home. We'd made a promise to each other. To try something new and sexually adventurous, with a foreigner.

I knew Anna would have no problem with that. She was much prettier than me, and not half the geek that I was. No, I would content myself with my studies at the university, and perhaps if I was lucky, a chance to spy upon and masturbate to a beautiful woman. That was my basest of instincts, my natural state. What I did not expect was that the opportunity would present itself so soon.

The driver dropped me off at the house, which was tucked away into a narrow street, cramped between hundreds of other houses. The streets in the Gothic Quarter were like something out of a historical novel, and they held a certain romantic aura to them. Wheeling my bags up the small flight of stairs in front of the house, I felt my stomach lurch nervously. But I steeled myself and rang the doorbell. From the window on the second floor, I heard someone cry out,

"Ya voy!"

and I waited patiently as their footsteps clattered down the stairs.

The door opened and I felt my jaw drop as I looked upon one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen before.

Tall for a Catalan, she had pale skin and soft green eyes. Her black hair was cut into bangs and a sharp, tight helmet, reminding me of Uma Thurman in

Pulp Fiction

. She wore a ratty white t-shirt with the name of some punk band I didn't know on it, low cut to reveal cleavage, and torn black jeans. I pegged her to be in her mid-thirties, though she dressed like a younger woman. Barefoot and smoking a cigarette, she was the epitome of sexy, effortless cool.

"You must be Kate.

Bienvenidos a Barcelona,

" she said, flashing the lisp the Spaniards were so famous for. "Come,

ven aca

, Fernando is making dinner." I wonder, to this day, how different things would have been for this family, if I hadn't shown up there. But as she turned around and walked up the stairs, her well-toned, shapely ass swaying in her tight jeans, I was certain of one thing.

I had to see her naked. Her husband be damned, I was ready to put my perverted, voyeuristic skills to the test. I was going to find a way to watch her in her most intimate moments. Events had already been set in motion.

But for the moment, I just played the gracious house guest. "Thanks for letting me stay here." We stopped on the first floor, as she pushed open the door to my quarters.

"Of course, we're happy to have you. My daughter, she started boarding school, so we thought it would be nice to have a young university student stay with us." She exhaled smoke and then blinked. "Sorry,

chica

, do you mind if I smoke? I can put it out."

"

No, no, esta bien.

" The smell made my nose wrinkle a bit, but it was her house. "I'll get settled in, then. How old is your daughter?"

"Fourteen. And hey, just leave your bags." She grabbed one of them by the handle and pushed it inside. "We'll go eat across the hall in our place, then you can get settled in for siesta." Selena grinned. "In Barcelona, we take siesta in the afternoon. You'll love it."

I offered her a polite smile, though I rather hated napping. Anyway, I was curious to see their chambers, if only to find out the layout of their floor, so I could figure out how to peep on Selena. My voyeur's mind was always thinking about the next opportunity to watch someone unawares.

As we turned to the door on the other side of the hall, Selena tapped the ceiling. "Your

cuarto

only takes up a quarter of this entire floor. Our quarters cover the entire half and also expand a quarter into your side, with shared walls. Garage is below. My husband has two sports cars." She rolled her eyes. "Which he barely uses in this city. Traffic is

pura mierda

. Hey, also," she said, turning the cigarette in her hand and eyeing me coolly, "speak English with my husband, okay? You want to practice Spanish with me, that's fine, but he hates makes a point not to speak Spanish unless he really has to."

I was puzzled, not knowing anything of the geopolitics of Catalonia. "Why's that?"

"He's a Catalonian nationalist." She sighed. "Extreme, yes? Has all these principles. Only Catalan, even English is better than Spanish for him. Don't bring it up with him unless you want a

lectura

."

"Sure," I said. The last thing I wanted to do was piss off my landlord. I watched as she unlocked the door to her apartment and stepped inside. My mind was whirring as I wondered about which parts of the apartment shared walls with me.

We entered the apartment and I was immediately taken with the charming style of the place. Elegant sofas and chairs lined the living room area, over a Persian rug. Bookshelves lined the walls beside the main window that emitted shining light into the room, and held a lovely view of the city.

"Welcome, welcome," Fernando said, as he emerged from the kitchen. I suppose he was a handsome man, though I had no appreciation for the male physique. He was short and fit, with salt and pepper hair, and a neatly trimmed beard. Dressed in a cardigan and a cooking apron, with nice framed glasses, he certainly looked the part of a professor. "So nice to meet you, Kate," he said, extending his hand to me.

I shook it and smiled politely at him. "Thank you for hosting me."

"Lunch is served." He gestured towards the kitchen, where a dining table was set. The smell was tantalizing, and I saw three bowls were already served. "Tapas and squid ink paella, made by me. A Catalonian specialty."

Selena sat down, putting her cigarette out on the ashtray. "Have some sangria, Kate."

I wasn't at the legal drinking age back home, but here I could indulge freely. "I'd love some, thanks." I sat down at one end of the table, and Fernando at the other. Selena sat between us and poured out glasses of fresh sangria for all of us. The kitchen was small but cozy, and the dining table made from colorful cherry wood. The whole place screamed of charm. "I really like your place," I said, taking my glass.

"Salutacions,"

he said, and we all clinked our glasses together. I took a sip, savoring the sweet fruity taste. I cast a surreptitious glance around as I drank. Based on the layout, it appeared these rooms weren't against my own, which meant that the hallway behind was. My cunt quivered a bit, as that was probably where the bathroom and bedroom were.

Fucking perfect.

We ate lunch, and Fernando talked through most of it. He was an anthropology professor, and Selena was a professor of women's studies. For Selena's part, she nibbled at her food and then grazed heavily on cigarettes, a sullen bored expression on her part. With her features, the pouty look was quite alluring and I had to avoid staring too much. He seemed a decent fellow overall, but a bore.

"I have season tickets to FC Barcelona," he said, smiling warmly at me. "You can come with me sometime if you want."

I felt Selena's gaze flash to me for a moment, pinpricks of anger hidden behind her veiled expression. I blushed. "Oh, I'm not really a soccer, sorry football fan. Sports really. I prefer my studies."

"Yes, you're studying in Professor Schulze's class, aren't you? Greta's a friend of ours." Fernando poured me a little more sangria, which I accepted, even though I was feeling a bit tipsy.

"Oh, that's interesting. I'm excited to learn from her. She's done some really cool work in modern optics," I said, trying to avoid meeting Selena's penetrating gaze.

"She lives a few blocks away. We should all have dinner here sometime," Fernando said. "Don't you think that's a good idea, Selena?"

Selena exhaled smoke and shrugged. "Of course,

amor meu

." She dashed out her cigarette and stood up to clear her plates. "Now, I think you should let Kate go. She's probably tired from her long flight, and wants to get some rest."

"Yes, it's time for siesta." He stood up and gestured to me. I drained the last of my sangria and stood up. "Come, Kate, I'll help you get settled in."

Selena gave me a withering look. Her attitude had cooled considerably and I wondered what I had done wrong. "Don't take too long, Fernando. We need to get some rest before our dinner appointment. We're meeting professors from the women's studies group for dinner," she said, giving me a dismissive look as she rose and padded down the hallway. I chanced a glance at her shapely ass as she went.

"May I use the restroom?" I said, rising. "I would wait, but I really have to..."

"Of course," Fernando said, pointing down the hall. "First door on the right."

I went down the hall after Selena, who stood outside the door to her bedroom. By my judgment the bathroom shared a wall with the exterior hallway in the stairwell, and the bedroom shared a wall with mine. I felt an anticipatory shiver of perverted lust. While I didn't particularly like the idea of gazing upon Fernando or hearing him, the idea of peeping on Selena in intimate actions was quite an erotic thrill.

She eyed me closely as I entered the bathroom and shut the door. There was no luck. Per European standards, it was small, with a toilet tucked in the corner and a bathtub beside it, sink opposite. I sat down and unhitched my jeans to pee, and as I did so, I leaned forward and tapped the wall. It rang hollow, indicating a small empty space between the wall, stairwell and my room. A flush entered my cheeks. Could I turn that space into an area to spy upon them?

I flushed the toilet and washed my hands. When I opened the door, Selena was standing right there, staring daggers at me. She reached out and grabbed my wrist. Her grip was firm, insistent. Tall, she pressed close to me. I felt my loins warm and moisten.

"I must warn you. I won't tolerate if you... become too

familiar

with my husband," she whispered harshly.

I blinked, bemused. "Oh, I didn't... did I give the impression?"

"I don't know. I saw the way he looked at you. Behave yourself."

I bit my lip, ready to turn away. But impulsively, perhaps driven by my own desire and attraction, I said, "Actually, I like girls." Her green eyes widened slightly, and she released me. I walked away before she could say another word and headed out into the kitchen.

Fernando escorted me to my quarters, generously handling my bags. His hand brushed across the small of my back as I entered my room, and I understood where Selena's suspicions came from. Perhaps he had a bit of a habit. My room was small, with just enough room for a bed and a desk. In the back corner, there was a small room with a toilet and shower, and the sink was outside the room. A small window brought in light from the back alley.

"I know it's not much, eh, but hopefully it will work. You can have meals in our area." Fernando held out a key. "If we're not around, you can let yourself in and make yourself some food. We've set aside room in our fridge and pantry for you to keep some things."

I took the key and felt his arm brush mine. In his dark, professorial eyes, I saw the hint of the familiarity Selena indicated. My face felt hot. But what could I say or do?

"Thank you," I said sheepishly. "I'm a little tired, so I think I'll take a nap."

"Of course," he said, stepping to the door. "Let me know if you need anything else." His smile was a bit too warm for my liking. I breathed a sigh of relief when he finally closed the door.

I took some time to unpack and change into shorts and a t-shirt, settling down on my bed. It was comfortable enough, and I was soon ready to doze. I could hear muffled noises on the other side of my wall and I pressed my ear to it, but the walls weren't so thin that I could identify what they were saying or doing. At some point, the shower ran in the bathroom on the stairwell-side wall, and I could hear that clearly.

I knew what tools I would need, and how I could eventually start peeping. But now wasn't the time. Still, I thought of Selena, and the way she'd gripped my arm. Her strong, cold, imperious gaze. I began to massage my nipples as I lay on the bed, my hand snaking down into my shorts, to cup my warm, wet pussy.

My phone buzzed. I looked at it with my free hand. It was a text from Anna, my fuck buddy from college.

I just got my pussy eaten by a really cute Danish boy. Thought of you.

Smiling, I began to masturbate. I thought of Anna and the way she yapped like a puppy when she came. But even as I thought of Anna, my lover, images of Selena came, unbidden. I allowed them to take over, biting the pillow to muffle my groans of pleasure as I had my first orgasm in my new home.

The first of many, as it turned out.

#

While Selena had captured my imagination immediately, I was in Barcelona to attend class, and I was actually very excited for that. I was even more excited after my first lecture from Professor Schulze. Greta Schulze was a world-renowned German optics engineer, who had designed products and worked on all sorts of high-profile projects and written papers that defined the modern state of the field. She'd worked with everyone from music video directors to documentarians to military intelligence departments.

And she did not disappoint.

Tall, lithe, with short, spiky blonde hair, dressed in an impeccable pantsuit in every lecture, Professor Schulze commanded the room in every single lecture. I found myself so engrossed by her every word (especially her cute German accent), that I even resisted the urge to daydream and doodle diagrams of the beautiful woman, instead taking copious notes. The university itself was a lovely place, though I felt lonely there. There were many international students like me there, but I didn't know how to approach them, and I felt out of place when the other girls made plans to go clubbing in Barcelona. I stuck to my books, and over the first couple weeks of my time in Barcelona, I thought about how I could peep on my hosts, especially beautiful Selena. Drilling holes in the walls could work, but I'd almost certainly be caught.

Professor Schulze was the one who broke the logjam. "For photographing the patterns of house mice in the University's zoological study of pest animals," she said, clicking the slides, "we used a unique technique with refractive film." She showed a small hole in the side of drywall, covered with what looked like solid tape. "Mice are sensitive to light, so we didn't want to allow lighting in through the outside. But for high resolution photography in these spaces, we wanted to use proper lighting, so we used this translucent tape and reflected the image off mirrors. Then we captured the image off the mirrors."

I sat up straight in my seat. For an enterprising voyeur like myself, this technology was a godsend. I was determined to learn more about this tape, and how I could access it. So, I attended Professor Schulze's office hours, swallowing my nervousness about talking to my idol face to face.

I was pleased that only a few other students were in her office space. The Professor spoke animatedly as she discussed the last lecture, her pale cheeks flushed with the passion of discussing her beloved subject. When her blue eyes fixed on me, I couldn't help but blush a bit.

"Yes, I'm so sorry, what is your name?" she said, her adorable German lilt sending a little tremor though my spine down to my loins.

"I'm Kate." I cleared my throat. "Actually, I'm staying here with some friends of yours, while I study abroad."

"Oh

ja

, of course, with the Aguilos. How very nice to meet you. Are you enjoying Barcelona?"

"Yes, well, I haven't had too much time to explore, but I did check out La Sagrada Familia. Incredible."

"Beautiful architecture. If you like art, you should go to Cadaquez and see Dali's museum. But I degrees," she said, laughing and running her hands through her spikey blonde hair. I noticed that she wore silver fishhook earrings, which I thought complemented her elfin face well. "What can I help you with?"

"Well, actually I was interested in your use of reflective tape and mirrors. To capture images of the mice surreptitiously." I spoke carefully, so I didn't reveal too much. "I wanted to do something similar, with sewer rats. I took a biology class back in the States, and I found the biology and social structures of rats fascinating."

She surveyed me with a probing gaze. The intensity deepened my blush. "I see. You must know that I encourage such endeavors, but I should be clear. This technique has potential for bad applications. I would request you are careful with who you share it with." She laughed. "I shouldn't say, but it may have been used by some of my more clandestine clients... for other purposes."

My heart lurched in my chest. This confirmed it for me. It would work. "I'll be responsible, I promised," I lied, nodding my head dutifully.

She walked over to her cabinet and leaned over, her tight, bony ass pressed up against her well-fitting pantsuit. "Here you go," she said, reaching over and handing me a thick booklet. "This is the paper. Not publicly available, and difficult to implement, but if you're able to set it up, I would love to see your film. I was quite impressed with the footage you produced while apprenticing with Mr. Cortage."

I took the booklet, gaping. "Oh, you saw that?" Mr. Cortage was the photographic engineer I had interned with the previous summer. I had submitted my work with him on with my application for this course, but hadn't expected her to view it. "I'm really flattered you liked it, Professor Schulze. You're one of my idols."

"Joseph and I've worked together in the past. He only takes exceptional apprentices." She smiled warmly, and so innocently, that I felt shame well up in my belly. But it wouldn't stop me from implementing my devious plans. "Here's a note for the lab supply department," she said, handing a note to me with her signature. "They'll let you take out some tape. Tell them what colors you need."

"That should be plenty," I said, smiling at her. "Thank you, Professor."

"Gut,"

she said. "By the way, I am coming by for dinner next week, so I should see you if you are home. And now," she said, turning back to the other two students in the room, who looked rather bored with this discussion, "let's get back to class items."