first of all to set the scene - I was living on my own in a alien country in Eastern Europe where I could n't really address the language and only had a couple of supporter locally.

I was in the heart of a city, living on the ground floor in a born-again garage sticking out from the seat of a row of apartment and houses. None of the flats above me could see my piazza, and there were only a couple of little in high spirits Windows in the flat behind me - an unusual state of affairs, but the pith were entire of a mix of old and new, and I was lucky enough to take in that seclusion - I lived in more public spot where things happened, but those are for future stories.

There was only one neighbouring mansion which overlooked my windows, and due to a high wall, only one of their elbow room with a small glassful balcony had a decently 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 nates balcony door to go into the garden to either talking to a neighbor or hang washing out - I was not working at that fourth dimension and so when it got ardent I managed to get a rocky idea of her procedure.

I did n't have a garden, but used a folding clothes airer to give ear my washing out, which was almost daily due to the heat and my habit of keeping myself busy by doing little mo of washing regularly.

When I was cleaning my windowpane one day I noticed that there was a magnificent reflection of the neighbor balcony which was almost like a mirror, and so I got to know the Angle and placement from where I could get the effective horizon 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 business firm, she would pause and look my way, partly as I was an objective of wonder locally, being a foreigner trying to live amongst the locals rather than in a fancy expensive apartment or house.

She was improbable, long hair's-breadth and fairly average or even plain looking, not unattractive but certainly not a sexy sister, and aged around 45.

One day as I was genuinely cleaning the windows wearing only a pair of drawers, 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 seem natural movements ?

Over the next week or so I tried unlike things and sentence, and was certain she was looking over at me intentionally, so I decided one day to up the stake a bit.

I had bought a flip-flop and wore that exterior whilst cleaning the windowpane, as she would clearly see my cheeks from behind. Sure enough, there was a much longer interruption and her top dog 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 couple of whole step without having to look 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 next time I saw her go outside, I went out to fiddle with my washables, turning it around and bringing some indoors, but was totally naked with my cock swinging around nice and soft as I was so neural and unsure of her reaction.

I could hear her footfall approach the steps and watched the reflection closely - she took a twosome of steps into the balcony then stopped drained as she realised I had nothing on. I moved around a bit with my forefront down 'being busy', so she could feature a look at my prick as well, and she did not move at first, then started moving flora weed around much more than was needed, as she continued to peek over at me frequently.

This continued for another brace of weeks, 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 course getting so randy every time that I would go indoors afterwards and wank furiously at the idea of her enjoying a look at my cock, so luxuria got the better of me not long afterwards.

Thankfully the summertime are long 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 place now and then, but still able to pretend to ignore the fact she was by now openly staring with her back talk open, at what had by then grown into a lovely hard putz - I even stopped and glanced down at it, stroking it a couplet 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 have been shock !

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 situation but without any female person link, and I must say that I enjoyed the feeling so often that I made for certain it happened again several clip over the following month.

She stared at my dick every time she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a mates of times, so she must have known I was cognisant of her front, 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 married ladies who do n't want to come along over friendly with a man who does n't speak the same language.

I had intended to stand and land up myself off one day, but she changed her modus operandi during schooling holidays, and then the owner of my place decided to sell, so I moved elsewhere and had more adventure, which I will pen about soon.

Finally, remember this is a dead on target history and I know I could feature tried to fuck her, she could ingest flashed her tits at me and so on, but there was no way of knowing if her husband had mafia connections for example, so it happened the way it happened.

Thanks for indication, any comments or message welcome .