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

I was in the core of a city, living on the soil floor in a change over garage sticking out from the rear of a row of flat and business firm. None of the flats above me could see my piazza, and there were only a span of small luxuriously windows in the apartments behind me - an unusual situation, but the centres were full-of-the-moon of a mix of old and new, and I was favorable enough to have that privacy - I lived in more public blank space where things happened, but those are for future 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 in good order view.

I think the husband worked, as he was never around during the day, but I saw the married woman going to the store from the front line, 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 prison term and so when it got warmer I managed to get a roughly idea of her function.

I did n't have a garden, but used a pen up clothes airer to hang my washing out, which was almost daily due to the heat and my habit of keeping myself fussy by doing trivial bits of washing regularly.

When I was cleaning my windows one day I noticed that there was a glorious reflection of the neighbor balcony which was almost like a mirror, and so I got to know the angle and lieu from where I could get the best view without obviously looking.

When I saw her from indoors, I would go out and sham to hang out washing or clean the Windows and noticed after a few metre that as she returned to her sign of the zodiac, she would break and look my way, partly as I was an target of wonder locally, being a foreigner trying to know amongst the locals rather than in a fancy expensive flat or house.

She was marvellous, long hair and fairly ordinary 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 works, or was she only pretending, as it just did n't seem natural movements ?

Over the following week or so I tried unlike things and times, and was surely she was looking over at me intentionally, so I decided one day to up the stakes a bit.

I had bought a G-string and wore that out of doors whilst cleaning the windows, as she would clearly see my buttock from behind. sure as shooting enough, there was a much longsighted intermission and her nous was clearly facing me as she had a estimable look, only stopping when I partially turned and walked back indoors, which I could do in a couple of steps without having to look in her direction.

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

The next clock time I saw her go outside, I went out to tamper with my washing, turning it around and bringing some indoors, but was totally naked with my shaft swinging around gracious and subdued as I was so nervous and unsure of her reaction.

I could hear her footstep approach the stair and watched the reflection closely - she took a couple of steps into the balcony then stopped numb as she realised I had nothing on. I moved around a bit with my head down 'being busybodied', so she could own a flavor at my cock as well, and she did not make a motion at first, then started moving plant heap around much to a greater extent than was needed, as she continued to peek over at me frequently.

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

I was of course of action getting so horny every time that I would go indoors afterwards and wank furiously at the idea of her enjoying a look at my peter, so thirst got the better of me not long afterwards.

Thankfully the summers are farsighted and usually hot, so I waited a while and then one day I walked outside when semi-hard and fiddled around with my washing, going in and out of my office now and then, but still able to profess to discount the fact she was by now openly staring with her mouthpiece unfold, at what had by then grown into a lovely hard cock - I even stopped and glanced down at it, stroking it a couple 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 shock !

I was so turn on 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 female touch, and I must say that I enjoyed the feeling so much that I made sure it happened again several prison term over the next month.

She stared at my cock every time she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a mates of times, so she must have known I was aware of her bearing, 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 strange for married ladies who do n't want to come out over friendly with a man who does n't mouth the Same language.

I had intended to digest and eat up myself off one day, but she changed her routine during school day holidays, and then the owner of my place decided to sell, so I moved elsewhere and had Thomas More escapade, which I will write about soon.

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

Thanks for reading, any comments or messages welcome .