low of all to set the prospect - I was living on my own in a strange res publica in Eastern Europe where I could n't really speak the linguistic process and only had a span of friends locally.

I was in the essence of a city, living on the terra firma floor in a win over garage sticking out from the nates of a row of apartment and houses. None of the flatbed above me could see my place, and there were only a couple of small senior high school Windows in the apartments behind me - an unusual situation, but the centres were fully of a mix of old and new, and I was lucky enough to have that privacy - I lived in more public places where affair 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 suite with a small glass balcony had a the right way 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 front, or regularly using the hindquarters balcony door to go into the garden to either talk to a neighbour or hang washing out - I was not working at that clock time and so when it got warmer I managed to get a rocky musical theme of her routine.

I did n't have a garden, but used a shut down dress airer to hang my washing out, which was almost day-after-day due to the heating plant and my use of keeping myself busy by doing little morsel of washing regularly.

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

When I saw her from indoors, I would go out and dissemble to hang out washing or pick the windows and noticed after a few times that as she returned to her house, she would pause and count my way, partly as I was an objective of curiosity locally, being a alien trying to inhabit amongst the locals rather than in a visualize expensive flat or house.

She was tall, long hairsbreadth and fairly mean or even plain looking, not unattractive but certainly not a sexy babe, and aged around 45.

One day as I was genuinely cleaning the windowpane wearing only a duo of shorts, 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 move ?

Over the side by side hebdomad or so I tried dissimilar things and times, and was sure as shooting 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 outdoor whilst cleaning the Windows, as she would clearly see my boldness from behind. for sure enough, there was a much longer pause and her promontory was clearly facing me as she had a in effect look, only stopping when I partially turned and walked back indoors, which I could do in a duet of step without having to look in her direction.

I wore the thong for a calendar 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 diddle with my wash, turning it around and bringing some indoors, but was totally naked with my cock swinging around nice and soft as I was so nervous and unsure of her reaction.

I could hear her footsteps approach the stairs and watched the reflection closely - she took a couple of steps into the balcony then stopped bushed as she realised I had naught on. I moved around a bit with my fountainhead down 'being busybodied', so she could possess a looking at at my rooster as well, and she did not move at first, then started moving plant quite a little around much more than 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 usual, but neither did she run indoors quickly so she was obviously worry in the view but not obsessed with it.

I was of course getting so steamy every sentence that I would go indoors afterwards and wank furiously at the idea of her enjoying a look at my cock, so lust got the advantageously of me not long afterwards.

Thankfully the summertime are recollective and usually hot, so I waited a piece 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 capable to hazard to cut 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 couple of times and wiping the drooling pre-cum off with a fingerbreadth and licking it, all the while she was stood still, in what must take in been jolt !

I was so turned 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 contact, and I must say that I enjoyed the feeling so much that I made sure it happened again respective sentence over the next month.

She stared at my pecker every meter she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a couplet of time, so she must have known I was aware of her front, but I never waved or smiled at her just in case it scared her off, although I had amazing coming afterwards, every time.

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

I had intended to stand and terminate myself off one day, but she changed her routine during shoal holiday, and then the proprietor of my station decided to sell, so I moved elsewhere and had to a greater extent adventure, which I will spell about soon.

Finally, commend this is a honest story and I know I could bear tried to do it her, she could have flashed her tit at me and so on, but there was no way of knowing if her husband had mafia connexion for representative, so it happened the way it happened.

Thanks for reading, any comments or messages welcome .