First of all to set the scene - I was living on my own in a strange country in Eastern Europe where I could n't really speak the nomenclature and only had a mates of booster locally.

I was in the center of attention of a city, living on the priming floor in a converted garage sticking out from the prat of a row of flat and firm. None of the flatcar above me could see my place, and there were only a couple of belittled high windows in the flat behind me - an unusual state of affairs, but the midpoint were wax of a mix of old and new, and I was lucky enough to take in that privacy - I lived in more public places where things happened, but those are for next stories.

There was only one neighbouring mansion which overlooked my Windows, and due to a high wall, only one of their rooms with a minuscule glass balcony had a comely view.

I think the hubby worked, as he was never around during the day, but I saw the wife going to the shops from the front, or regularly using the rear balcony door to go into the garden to either talk to a neighbour or hang washing out - I was not working at that sentence and so when it got warmer I managed to get a uncut idea of her bit.

I did n't cause a garden, but used a close down wearing apparel airer to give ear my washing out, which was almost day by day due to the heat and my habit of keeping myself busy by doing fiddling snatch of washing regularly.

When I was cleaning my windows one day I noticed that there was a vivid reflectivity of the neighbours balcony which was almost like a mirror, and so I got to know the slant and positioning from where I could get the best prospect without obviously looking.

When I saw her from indoors, I would go out and make believe to attend out washing or pick the windows and noticed after a few prison term that as she returned to her planetary house, she would break and count my way, partly as I was an object of oddment locally, being a noncitizen trying to live amongst the locals rather than in a partiality expensive flat or house.

She was tall, 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 Windows wearing only a pair of shorts, I noticed she stopped for longer in her balcony and fiddled with some plants, or was she only pretending, as it just did n't look innate movement ?

Over the next week or so I tried different thing and times, and was certainly 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 external whilst cleaning the Windows, as she would clearly see my cheeks from behind. for sure enough, there was a much longer suspension and her top dog was clearly facing me as she had a skilful flavour, only stopping when I partially turned and walked back indoors, which I could do in a twain of step without having to await in her direction.

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

The following time I saw her go outside, I went out to fiddle with my wash, turning it around and bringing some indoors, but was totally defenseless with my hammer swinging around nice and cushy as I was so nervous and unsure of her reaction.

I could hear her footsteps approach the stairs and watched the reflection closely - she took a couple of gradation into the balcony then stopped beat as she realised I had nothing on. I moved around a bit with my head down 'being engaged', so she could consume a look at my cock as well, and she did not prompt at first, then started moving plant pile around much more than was needed, as she continued to glance over at me frequently.

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

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

Thankfully the summertime are foresightful and usually hot, so I waited a spell and then one day I walked outside when semi-hard and fiddled around with my washing, going in and out of my place now and then, but still able-bodied to pretend to ignore the fact she was by now openly staring with her oral fissure open, at what had by then grown into a lovely knockout peter - I even stopped and glanced down at it, stroking it a pair of times and wiping the drooling pre-cum off with a finger's breadth and licking it, all the while she was stood still, in what must have been blow !

I was so aroused 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 distaff contact, and I must say that I enjoyed the feeling so lots that I made sure it happened again various times over the next month.

She stared at my cock every time she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a brace of meter, 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 orgasms afterwards, every time.

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

I had intended to stomach and finish myself off one day, but she changed her routine during school holidays, and then the possessor of my berth decided to sell, so I moved elsewhere and had more adventures, which I will write about soon.

Finally, remember this is a true story and I know I could experience tried to fuck her, she could get flashed her tits at me and so on, but there was no way of knowing if her husband had mafia connective for example, so it happened the way it happened.

Thanks for reading, any comments or message welcome .