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 speak the linguistic communication and only had a duad of acquaintance locally.

I was in the centre of a city, living on the ground floor in a converted garage sticking out from the back end of a row of flat and sign. None of the apartment above me could see my place, and there were only a match of minuscule high windows in the apartments behind me - an unusual situation, but the inwardness were full of a mix of old and new, and I was lucky enough to have that privacy - I lived in more public places where things happened, but those are for future stories.

There was only one neighbouring business firm which overlooked my windows, and due to a high school rampart, only one of their suite with a minuscule Methedrine balcony had a properly view.

I think the husband worked, as he was never around during the day, but I saw the wife going to the shop class from the front, or regularly using the arse balcony door to go into the garden to either talk of the town to a neighbour or hang washing out - I was not working at that sentence and so when it got strong I managed to get a bumpy theme of her routine.

I did n't let a garden, but used a folding dress airer to pay heed my washing out, which was almost daily due to the heating plant and my use of keeping myself busy by doing fiddling bits of washing regularly.

When I was cleaning my windows one day I noticed that there was a magnificent reflection of the neighbours balcony which was almost like a mirror, and so I got to have a go at it 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 make believe to advert out washing or clean the windows and noticed after a few fourth dimension that as she returned to her house, she would pause and look my way, partly as I was an target of curiosity locally, being a foreigner trying to go amongst the locals rather than in a fancy expensive apartment or house.

She was tall, yearn hairsbreadth and fairly norm 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 twosome of shorts, I noticed she stopped for longer in her balcony and fiddled with some works, or was she only pretending, as it just did n't seem natural movements ?

Over the adjacent hebdomad or so I tried dissimilar matter and times, and was sure she was looking over at me intentionally, so I decided one day to up the wager a bit.

I had bought a G-string and wore that outside whilst cleaning the windows, as she would clearly see my impertinence from behind. Sure enough, there was a much longer interruption and her head was clearly facing me as she had a good looking, only stopping when I partially turned and walked back indoors, which I could do in a couple of pace without having to look in her direction.

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

The adjacent meter I saw her go outside, I went out to fiddle with my washing, turning it around and bringing some indoors, but was totally naked with my peter swinging around nice and soft as I was so neural and unsure of her reaction.

I could hear her footfall approach the stairs and watched the reflection closely - she took a couple of measure into the balcony then stopped stagnant as she realised I had nothing on. I moved around a bit with my chief down 'being busy', so she could cause a looking at my cock as well, and she did not move at first, then started moving industrial plant kitty around much more than than was needed, as she continued to glint over at me frequently.

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

I was of row getting so hornlike every time that I would go indoors afterwards and wank furiously at the idea of her enjoying a tone at my turncock, so lust got the better of me not long afterwards.

Thankfully the summers are yearn and usually hot, so I waited a while and then one day I walked outside when semi-hard and fiddled around with my lavation, 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 mouth open, at what had by then grown into a lovely hard cock - I even stopped and glanced down at it, stroking it a distich of multiplication 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 elicit 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 office but without any female person contact, and I must say that I enjoyed the feeling so much that I made sure it happened again several times over the next month.

She stared at my putz every time she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a match of times, so she must hold known I was aware of her mien, but I never waved or smiled at her just in subject 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 tie ladies who do n't need to appear over friendly with a man who does n't speak the Lapp language.

I had intended to stand and finish myself off one day, but she changed her procedure during school day holidays, and then the proprietor of my position decided to sell, so I moved elsewhere and had Sir Thomas More risky venture, which I will publish about soon.

Finally, recall this is a true write up and I know I could have tried to get laid her, she could have flashed her pap 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 reading material, any input or content welcome .