offset of all to set the scene - I was living on my own in a extraneous country in Eastern Europe where I could n't really utter the language and only had a couple of Quaker locally.

I was in the nerve centre of a city, living on the ground floor in a commute garage sticking out from the tush of a row of apartment and houses. None of the apartment above me could see my position, and there were only a couple of diminished gamy windows in the apartment behind me - an unusual situation, but the centres were full-of-the-moon of a mix of old and new, and I was lucky enough to let that privateness - I lived in more populace piazza where things happened, but those are for hereafter stories.

There was only one neighbouring theater which overlooked my window, and due to a high rampart, only one of their rooms with a minor glass balcony had a adequate view.

I think the husband worked, as he was never around during the day, but I saw the wife going to the shops from the nominal head, or regularly using the fundament balcony door to go into the garden to either lecture to a neighbour or knack washing out - I was not working at that meter and so when it got lovesome I managed to get a rough idea of her routine.

I did n't have a garden, but used a foldaway clothes airer to pay heed my washing out, which was almost daily due to the heating and my habit of keeping myself busy by doing little bits of washing regularly.

When I was cleaning my Windows one day I noticed that there was a splendid reflection of the neighbours balcony which was almost like a mirror, and so I got to have sex the slant and positions from where I could get the honorable view without obviously looking.

When I saw her from indoors, I would go out and pretend to hang out washing or houseclean the windows and noticed after a few times that as she returned to her menage, she would pause and calculate my way, partly as I was an object of curiosity locally, being a foreigner trying to endure amongst the locals rather than in a project expensive apartment or house.

She was tall, long hair and fairly average or even plain looking, not unattractive but certainly not a aphrodisiac baby, and aged around 45.

One day as I was genuinely cleaning the windows wearing only a pair of shorts, I noticed she stopped for longer in her balcony and fiddled with some flora, or was she only pretending, as it just did n't seem natural movements ?

Over the following week or so I tried different affair and metre, and was surely she was looking over at me intentionally, so I decided one day to up the stake a bit.

I had bought a thong and wore that outside whilst cleaning the windowpane, as she would clearly see my face from behind. Sure enough, there was a much farseeing interruption and her head was clearly facing me as she had a respectable look, only stopping when I partially turned and walked back indoors, which I could do in a couple of steps without having to bet in her direction.

I wore the thong for a calendar week when hanging out washing or just walking around slowly catching some sun, then decided to do more.

The next time I saw her go outside, I went out to fiddle with my laundry, turning it around and bringing some indoors, but was totally naked with my cock swinging around decent and soft as I was so nervous and unsure of her reaction.

I could take heed her footstep approach the stairs and watched the observation closely - she took a pair of steps into the balcony then stopped perfectly as she realised I had nothing on. I moved around a bit with my top dog down 'being busy', so she could ingest a look at my tool as well, and she did not move at first, then started moving plant great deal around much more than was needed, as she continued to glance over at me frequently.

This continued for another couple of weeks, although she never came out more than usual, but neither did she run indoors quickly so she was obviously interested in the panorama but not obsessed with it.

I was of course getting so horny every time that I would go indoors afterwards and wank furiously at the idea of her enjoying a look at my peter, so lust got the skillful of me not long afterwards.

Thankfully the summers are hanker and usually hot, so I waited a piece and then one day I walked outside when semi-hard and fiddled around with my washing, going in and out of my lieu now and then, but still able to pretend to ignore the fact she was by now openly staring with her mouth receptive, at what had by then grown into a lovely severely cock - I even stopped and glanced down at it, stroking it a couple of times and wiping the drooling pre-cum off with a finger and licking it, all the while she was stood still, in what must own been blow !

I was so call forth that it seemed as if cum was constantly trickling out whilst I walked - I had never had that happen before, where I was in a intimate berth but without any female tangency, and I must say that I enjoyed the belief so much that I made certain it happened again various sentence over the next month.

She stared at my stopcock every time she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a duet of times, so she must deliver known I was aware of her presence, but I never waved or smiled at her just in case it scared her off, although I had amazing sexual climax afterwards, every time.

When she saw me in the street she looked down and ignored me, which is not unusual for marry ladies who do n't want to appear over favorable with a man who does n't speak the same language.

I had intended to stand and finish myself off one day, but she changed her bit during school day holidays, and then the proprietor of my place decided to trade, so I moved elsewhere and had more adventure, which I will save about soon.

Finally, remember this is a true taradiddle and I know I could deliver tried to bed her, she could have flashed her mamilla at me and so on, but there was no way of knowing if her husband had mafia connecter for example, so it happened the way it happened.

Thanks for reading, any scuttlebutt or messages welcome .