low 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 nomenclature and only had a couple of friends locally.

I was in the nerve center of a city, living on the reason floor in a exchange garage sticking out from the tush of a row of apartments and household. None of the apartment above me could see my place, and there were only a couple of small gamy windows in the flat behind me - an unusual state of affairs, but the centres were wax of a mix of old and new, and I was favourable 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 sign which overlooked my windows, and due to a senior high wall, only one of their rooms with a modest glass balcony had a comely 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 rear balcony threshold to go into the garden to either talk to a neighbour or knack washing out - I was not working at that time and so when it got affectionate I managed to get a grating approximation of her turn.

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

When I was cleaning my windows one day I noticed that there was a smart as a whip reflection of the neighbours balcony which was almost like a mirror, and so I got to know the Angle and positions from where I could get the honorable thought without obviously looking.

When I saw her from indoors, I would go out and act to fall out washing or clean the Windows and noticed after a few times that as she returned to her home, she would pause and bet my way, partly as I was an object of curio locally, being a outlander trying to live amongst the local anaesthetic rather than in a fancy expensive apartment or house.

She was magniloquent, long hair and fairly fair or even plain looking, not untempting but certainly not a sexy babe, and aged around 45.

One day as I was genuinely cleaning the windows wearing only a twain of boxers, 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 workweek or so I tried different things and times, and was certain 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 extraneous whilst cleaning the windows, as she would clearly see my cheeks from behind. Sure enough, there was a much retentive pause 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 couple of stride without having to look 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 next time I saw her go outside, I went out to fiddle with my washing, turning it around and bringing some indoors, but was totally au naturel with my putz swinging around courteous and soft as I was so nervous and unsure of her reaction.

I could pick up her pace approach the stair and watched the reflection closely - she took a duet of steps into the balcony then stopped dead as she realised I had zilch on. I moved around a bit with my header down 'being busy', so she could have a aspect at my turncock as well, and she did not move at first, then started moving plant mickle around much 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 matter to in the aspect but not obsessed with it.

I was of course getting so horny every prison term that I would go indoors afterwards and wank furiously at the theme of her enjoying a feel at my cock, so lust got the considerably of me not long afterwards.

Thankfully the summer are foresightful 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 place now and then, but still able to pretend to ignore the fact she was by now openly staring with her back talk surface, at what had by then grown into a lovely hard pecker - I even stopped and glanced down at it, stroking it a couple of prison term and wiping the drooling pre-cum off with a finger and licking it, all the while she was stood still, in what must ingest been shock !

I was so fire 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 contact, and I must say that I enjoyed the flavour so much that I made certain it happened again various times over the next month.

She stared at my pecker every sentence she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a couple of times, so she must possess known I was cognizant of her presence, but I never waved or smiled at her just in case it scared her off, although I had amazing orgasm afterwards, every time.

When she saw me in the street she looked down and ignored me, which is not unusual for espouse ma'am who do n't require to appear over friendly with a man who does n't speak the same language.

I had intended to bear and stop myself off one day, but she changed her function during school holidays, and then the owner of my place decided to trade, so I moved elsewhere and had more adventures, which I will pen about soon.

Finally, remember this is a true narration and I know I could give tried to fuck her, she could birth flashed her tits at me and so on, but there was no way of knowing if her husband had mafia association for lesson, so it happened the way it happened.

Thanks for interpretation, any comments or subject matter welcome .