First of all to set the scene - I was living on my own in a strange country in Eastern Europe where I could n't really speak the language and only had a brace of ally locally.

I was in the centre of a metropolis, living on the undercoat floor in a born-again garage sticking out from the rear of a row of apartment and houses. None of the flats above me could see my property, and there were only a couple of small high windowpane in the flat behind me - an unusual situation, but the eye were to the full of a mix of old and new, and I was lucky enough to have that privacy - I lived in more populace places where affair happened, but those are for time to come stories.

There was only one neighbouring house which overlooked my windows, and due to a high paries, only one of their rooms with a small glass balcony had a decent 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 presence, or regularly using the back end balcony door to go into the garden to either talk to a neighbour or hang washing out - I was not working at that time and so when it got tender I managed to get a raspy thought of her routine.

I did n't have a garden, but used a folding clothes airer to hang my washing out, which was almost daily due to the rut and my habit of keeping myself busy by doing slight bit of washing regularly.

When I was cleaning my window one day I noticed that there was a smart as a whip mirror image of the neighbour balcony which was almost like a mirror, and so I got to know the angles and posture from where I could get the best horizon without obviously looking.

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

She was grandiloquent, long hair and fairly average or even plain looking, not unattractive but certainly not a sexy babe, and aged around 45.

One day as I was genuinely cleaning the Windows wearing only a pair of shorts, I noticed she stopped for longer in her balcony and fiddled with some flora, 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 times, and was sure she was looking over at me intentionally, so I decided one day to up the bet a bit.

I had bought a thong and wore that extraneous whilst cleaning the Windows, as she would clearly see my nerve from behind. Sure enough, there was a much foresighted interruption and her capitulum 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 dyad of steps without having to reckon 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 time 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 tool swinging around gracious and soft as I was so nervous and unsure of her reaction.

I could hear her footsteps approach the stairs and watched the reflectivity closely - she took a couple of steps into the balcony then stopped deadened as she realised I had nothing on. I moved around a bit with my fountainhead down 'being meddlesome', so she could have a look at my cock as well, and she did not motivate at first, then started moving plant jackpot 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 interested in the survey but not obsessed with it.

I was of course getting so horny every sentence that I would go indoors afterwards and wank furiously at the idea of her enjoying a facial expression at my cock, so hunger got the full of me not long afterwards.

Thankfully the summers are long and usually hot, so I waited a while 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 capable to hazard to ignore the fact she was by now openly staring with her sassing undefended, at what had by then grown into a lovely knockout cock - I even stopped and glanced down at it, stroking it a match 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 shock !

I was so awaken 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 several times over the adjacent month.

She stared at my rooster every time she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a couple of times, so she must accept known I was aware of her comportment, but I never waved or smiled at her just in event 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 wed ladies who do n't want to look over well-disposed with a man who does n't speak the same language.

I had intended to remain firm and end myself off one day, but she changed her procedure during schoolhouse holidays, and then the owner of my home decided to sell, so I moved elsewhere and had More risky venture, which I will write about soon.

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

Thanks for reading, any remark or messages welcome .