first 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 talk the language and only had a mates of supporter locally.

I was in the nub of a city, living on the ground trading floor in a win over garage sticking out from the tush of a row of apartment and houses. None of the flats above me could see my place, and there were only a couple of pocket-sized high windows in the apartment behind me - an unusual situation, but the centre were fully of a mix of old and new, and I was prosperous enough to throw that privacy - I lived in more populace places where things happened, but those are for succeeding stories.

There was only one neighbouring mansion which overlooked my window, and due to a high wall, only one of their rooms with a pocket-size glass balcony had a seemly view.

I think the husband worked, as he was never around during the day, but I saw the married woman going to the shop class from the social movement, or regularly using the back end balcony doorway to go into the garden to either talk to a neighbour or bent washing out - I was not working at that time and so when it got lovesome I managed to get a crude idea of her turn.

I did n't give a garden, but used a close up clothes airer to fall my washing out, which was almost daily due to the heat and my habit of keeping myself busy by doing picayune bits of washing regularly.

When I was cleaning my windowpane one day I noticed that there was a brilliant reflection of the neighbour balcony which was almost like a mirror, and so I got to know the angles and perspective from where I could get the best view without obviously looking.

When I saw her from indoors, I would go out and pretend to cling out washing or scavenge the windows and noticed after a few times that as she returned to her sign, she would pause and look my way, partly as I was an object of oddment locally, being a outlander trying to live amongst the locals rather than in a project expensive apartment or house.

She was tall, tenacious pilus and fairly middling or even plain looking, not untempting 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 industrial plant, or was she only pretending, as it just did n't seem instinctive movements ?

Over the adjacent hebdomad 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 bet a bit.

I had bought a thong and wore that outside whilst cleaning the window, as she would clearly see my brass from behind. Sure enough, there was a much longer break and her headway was clearly facing me as she had a good look, only stopping when I partially turned and walked back indoors, which I could do in a dyad of steps without having to take care 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 succeeding time I saw her go outside, I went out to diddle with my washing, turning it around and bringing some indoors, but was totally naked with my cock swinging around nice and mild as I was so neural and unsure of her reaction.

I could hear her footsteps approach the stairs and watched the reflexion closely - she took a span of tone into the balcony then stopped stagnant as she realised I had nothing on. I moved around a bit with my forefront down 'being busy', so she could have a look at my turncock as well, and she did not move at first, then started moving plant life mint around much more than was needed, as she continued to glance over at me frequently.

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

I was of row getting so horny every time that I would go indoors afterwards and wank furiously at the idea of her enjoying a facial expression at my putz, so lustfulness got the advantageously of me not long afterwards.

Thankfully the summers are prospicient and usually hot, so I waited a while and then one day I walked external when semi-hard and fiddled around with my washing, going in and out of my place now and then, but still able to pretend to dismiss the fact she was by now openly staring with her oral cavity spread, at what had by then grown into a lovely intemperate pecker - I even stopped and glanced down at it, stroking it a couple of sentence and wiping the drooling pre-cum off with a finger and licking it, all the while she was stood still, in what must suffer been shock !

I was so wound up 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 tactile sensation so a great deal that I made sure it happened again various times over the next month.

She stared at my putz every time she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a dyad of sentence, so she must have 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 get married peeress who do n't need to look over friendly with a man who does n't verbalise the same language.

I had intended to stand and stop myself off one day, but she changed her modus operandi during schooltime holiday, and then the possessor of my berth decided to sell, so I moved elsewhere and had More adventure, which I will write about soon.

Finally, commend this is a true history and I know I could possess tried to bed her, she could sustain flashed her tits at me and so on, but there was no way of knowing if her married man had mafia connections for representative, so it happened the way it happened.

Thanks for reading, any comments or substance welcome .