commencement of all to set the fit - I was living on my own in a foreign rural area in Eastern Europe where I could n't really verbalize the language and only had a couple of ally locally.

I was in the centre of a metropolis, living on the reason floor in a converted garage sticking out from the rear 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-size high Windows in the apartments behind me - an strange situation, but the centres were full phase of the moon of a mix of old and new, and I was lucky enough to receive that privacy - I lived in more public station 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 minuscule drinking glass balcony had a decent view.

I think the married man worked, as he was never around during the day, but I saw the married woman going to the shop class from the front, or regularly using the keister balcony room access to go into the garden to either talk to a neighbour or bent washing out - I was not working at that meter and so when it got warm I managed to get a bumpy theme of her turn.

I did n't take in a garden, but used a pen up dress airer to hang my washing out, which was almost daily due to the heat and my habit of keeping myself officious by doing piddling fleck of washing regularly.

When I was cleaning my windows one day I noticed that there was a glorious contemplation of the neighbours balcony which was almost like a mirror, and so I got to roll in the hay the angles and positions from where I could get the secure view without obviously looking.

When I saw her from indoors, I would go out and venture to hang out washing or clean the Windows and noticed after a few clip that as she returned to her house, she would break and look my way, partly as I was an object of curiosity locally, being a foreigner trying to live amongst the local rather than in a fancy expensive apartment or house.

She was improbable, yearn hair and fairly mean or even plain looking, not unattractive but certainly not a aphrodisiac infant, and aged around 45.

One day as I was genuinely cleaning the windowpane wearing only a pair of drawers, I noticed she stopped for longer in her balcony and fiddled with some plant life, or was she only pretending, as it just did n't seem lifelike movements ?

Over the next week or so I tried different affair and times, and was sure 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 outside whilst cleaning the windowpane, as she would clearly see my cheeks from behind. indisputable enough, there was a much longer suspension and her head 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 match of steps without having to search in her direction.

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

The succeeding metre I saw her go outside, I went out to fiddle with my lavation, turning it around and bringing some indoors, but was totally naked with my stopcock swinging around gracious and mild as I was so nervous and unsure of her reaction.

I could hear her step approach the stairs and watched the observation closely - she took a span of steps into the balcony then stopped abruptly as she realised I had nil on. I moved around a bit with my head down 'being engaged', so she could have a look at my cock as well, and she did not move at first, then started moving industrial plant pots around much Thomas More than was needed, as she continued to glance over at me frequently.

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

I was of course getting so turned on every fourth dimension that I would go indoors afterwards and wank furiously at the idea of her enjoying a look at my cock, so starve got the better of me not long afterwards.

Thankfully the summertime are long and usually hot, so I waited a while and then one day I walked outdoor when semi-hard and fiddled around with my washing, going in and out of my lieu now and then, but still able to profess to discount 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 duo 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 jounce !

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 sexual situation but without any female contact, and I must say that I enjoyed the feeling so much that I made sure it happened again respective clip over the next month.

She stared at my cock every time she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a couple of times, so she must get 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 tie lady who do n't desire to come out over well-disposed with a man who does n't speak the Same language.

I had intended to stand and finish up myself off one day, but she changed her subroutine during school vacation, and then the owner of my place decided to deal, so I moved elsewhere and had more risky venture, which I will write about soon.

Finally, think back this is a true story and I know I could have tried to fuck her, she could hold flashed her knocker at me and so on, but there was no way of knowing if her husband had mafia link for example, so it happened the way it happened.

Thanks for reading, any commentary or messages welcome .