low gear of all to set the scene - I was living on my own in a foreign country in Eastern Europe where I could n't really speak the language and only had a couple of friends locally.

I was in the centre of a city, living on the ground base in a convince service department sticking out from the rear of a row of apartment and houses. None of the flats above me could see my place, and there were only a match of minor gamy Windows in the apartments behind me - an strange situation, but the core were full-of-the-moon of a mix of old and new, and I was lucky enough to suffer that seclusion - I lived in more public position where things happened, but those are for hereafter stories.

There was only one neighbouring house which overlooked my windows, and due to a high wall, only one of their rooms with a small glass balcony had a nice view.

I think the husband worked, as he was never around during the day, but I saw the wife going to the store from the front, or regularly using the rear balcony door to go into the garden to either talking to a neighbour or hang washing out - I was not working at that time and so when it got warmer I managed to get a rough estimate of her subprogram.

I did n't possess a garden, but used a folding dress airer to hang up my washing out, which was almost daily due to the heat and my use of keeping myself meddlesome by doing little bits of washing regularly.

When I was cleaning my windows one day I noticed that there was a glorious contemplation of the neighbour balcony which was almost like a mirror, and so I got to know the angles and positions from where I could get the best eyeshot without obviously looking.

When I saw her from indoors, I would go out and pretend to hang out washing or clean the windowpane and noticed after a few time that as she returned to her house, she would pause and bet my way, partly as I was an object of curiosity locally, being a foreigner trying to live amongst the local anesthetic rather than in a fancy expensive apartment or house.

She was marvellous, long hair and fairly average or even plain looking, not unattractive but certainly not a sexy babe, and aged around 45.

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

Over the side by side week or so I tried different affair and time, and was sure she was looking over at me intentionally, so I decided one day to up the stakes a bit.

I had bought a thong and wore that away whilst cleaning the Windows, as she would clearly see my cheeks from behind. trusted enough, there was a much retentive interruption and her head was clearly facing me as she had a good smell, only stopping when I partially turned and walked back indoors, which I could do in a couple of footfall without having to count in her direction.

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

The next prison term I saw her go outside, I went out to fiddle with my washing, turning it around and bringing some indoors, but was totally raw with my cock swinging around nice and flaccid as I was so uneasy and unsure of her reaction.

I could hear her footsteps approach the step and watched the manifestation closely - she took a couple of footstep into the balcony then stopped dead as she realised I had nothing on. I moved around a bit with my read/write head down 'being meddling', so she could have a looking at at my stopcock as well, and she did not motivate at first, then started moving plant pots around much more than was needed, as she continued to glance over at me frequently.

This continued for another pair of week, although she never came out more than usual, but neither did she run indoors quickly so she was obviously worry in the thought 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 pecker, so luxuria got the better of me not long afterwards.

Thankfully the summertime are retentive 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 position now and then, but still capable to venture to ignore the fact she was by now openly staring with her sassing unresolved, at what had by then grown into a lovely difficult pecker - I even stopped and glanced down at it, stroking it a yoke of times and wiping the drooling pre-cum off with a fingerbreadth and licking it, all the while she was stood still, in what must birth been shock !

I was so stirred 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 sexual situation but without any distaff contact, and I must say that I enjoyed the feeling so lots that I made sure as shooting it happened again several times over the next month.

She stared at my turncock every time she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a match of clock time, so she must consume known I was mindful of her presence, but I never waved or smiled at her just in case it scared her off, although I had amazing orgasms afterwards, every time.

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

I had intended to stomach and finish up myself off one day, but she changed her procedure during school vacation, and then the owner of my place decided to sell, so I moved elsewhere and had Thomas More adventures, which I will write about soon.

Finally, call back this is a lawful account and I know I could have tried to fuck her, she could induce flashed her mammilla at me and so on, but there was no way of knowing if her married man had mafia link for example, so it happened the way it happened.

Thanks for meter reading, any comment or content welcome .