First of all to set the fit - I was living on my own in a alien land in Eastern European Economic Community where I could n't really speak the language and only had a mates of friends locally.

I was in the centre of a city, living on the ground trading floor in a exchange service department sticking out from the prat of a row of apartments and theatre. None of the flats above me could see my shoes, and there were only a couple of small mellow windowpane in the apartment behind me - an unusual situation, but the middle were full of a mix of old and new, and I was favourable enough to give birth that privacy - I lived in more public station where thing happened, but those are for future stories.

There was only one neighbouring house which overlooked my windowpane, and due to a mellow bulwark, only one of their rooms with a little glass balcony had a comme il faut view.

I think the husband worked, as he was never around during the day, but I saw the wife going to the shops from the strawman, or regularly using the stern balcony door to go into the garden to either talk to a neighbor or hang washing out - I was not working at that time and so when it got affectionate I managed to get a rough idea of her routine.

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

When I was cleaning my windows one day I noticed that there was a magnificent reflexion of the neighbours balcony which was almost like a mirror, and so I got to know the angles and positions from where I could get the just view without obviously looking.

When I saw her from indoors, I would go out and pretend to hang out washing or scavenge the windows and noticed after a few times that as she returned to her firm, she would hesitate and look my way, partly as I was an physical object of wonder locally, being a outsider trying to live amongst the locals rather than in a fancy expensive flat or house.

She was magniloquent, foresighted hair's-breadth and fairly average or even plain looking, not unattractive but certainly not a aphrodisiac babe, and aged around 45.

One day as I was genuinely cleaning the window wearing only a duad of short, 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 next week or so I tried different thing and multiplication, 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 windows, as she would clearly see my nerve from behind. certain enough, there was a much longer pause and her head was clearly facing me as she had a good expression, only stopping when I partially turned and walked back indoors, which I could do in a couple of steps without having to count 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 clip I saw her go outside, I went out to shrink from with my washing, turning it around and bringing some indoors, but was totally naked with my cock swinging around nice and balmy as I was so nervous and unsure of her reaction.

I could hear her pace approach the stairs and watched the reflection closely - she took a yoke of whole tone into the balcony then stopped dead as she realised I had nothing on. I moved around a bit with my headway down 'being busy', so she could have a feel at my cock as well, and she did not strike at first, then started moving plant toilet around much more than was needed, as she continued to peek over at me frequently.

This continued for another couple of calendar week, 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 form getting so horny every fourth dimension that I would go indoors afterwards and wank furiously at the idea of her enjoying a look at my cock, so lust got the unspoilt of me not long afterwards.

Thankfully the summers are prospicient and usually hot, so I waited a patch 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 hazard to ignore the fact she was by now openly staring with her mouth unfastened, at what had by then grown into a lovely firmly cock - I even stopped and glanced down at it, stroking it a brace of clock time and wiping the drooling pre-cum off with a digit 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 sexual position but without any distaff physical contact, and I must say that I enjoyed the feeling so much that I made sure it happened again several prison term over the future month.

She stared at my pecker every clock time she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a couple of multiplication, so she must have 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 strange for matrimonial peeress who do n't require to appear over friendly with a man who does n't mouth the same language.

I had intended to stand and wind up myself off one day, but she changed her subprogram during school holiday, and then the proprietor of my place decided to deal, so I moved elsewhere and had more than adventures, which I will drop a line about soon.

Finally, remember this is a lawful tale and I know I could have tried to fuck her, she could take flashed her tits at me and so on, but there was no way of knowing if her hubby had mafia association for example, so it happened the way it happened.

Thanks for indication, any remark or content welcome .