First of all to set the scenery - I was living on my own in a strange commonwealth in Eastern Europe where I could n't really mouth the language and only had a yoke of protagonist locally.

I was in the heart and soul of a urban center, living on the basis base in a converted garage sticking out from the rear of a row of apartments and theater. None of the flats above me could see my place, and there were only a twain of pocket-sized senior high Windows in the apartment behind me - an unusual situation, but the heart and soul were full of a mix of old and new, and I was favourable enough to give birth that concealment - I lived in more world berth where matter happened, but those are for hereafter stories.

There was only one neighbouring home which overlooked my windowpane, and due to a mellow wall, only one of their way with a small field 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 front, or regularly using the rear balcony door to go into the garden to either talk to a neighbor or knack washing out - I was not working at that fourth dimension and so when it got warmer I managed to get a pugnacious estimate 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 heating system and my riding habit of keeping myself meddling by doing slight bits of washing regularly.

When I was cleaning my windowpane one day I noticed that there was a superb reflection of the neighbours balcony which was almost like a mirror, and so I got to bonk the slant and positions from where I could get the unspoiled view without obviously looking.

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

She was marvelous, recollective hairsbreadth and fairly average or even plain looking, not untempting but certainly not a sexy sister, and aged around 45.

One day as I was genuinely cleaning the window wearing only a couplet of shorts, 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 born cause ?

Over the next hebdomad 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 stakes a bit.

I had bought a thong and wore that outside whilst cleaning the windows, as she would clearly see my cheek from behind. Sure enough, there was a much long pause and her top dog 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 duad of steps without having to count 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 meter I saw her go outside, I went out to fiddle with my laundry, turning it around and bringing some indoors, but was totally raw with my turncock swinging around nice and gentle as I was so unquiet and unsure of her reaction.

I could pick up her footsteps approach the stairs and watched the mirror image closely - she took a twosome of steps into the balcony then stopped drained as she realised I had null on. I moved around a bit with my head down 'being busy', so she could have a looking at at my dick as well, and she did not move at first, then started moving plant potty around much Sir 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 sight but not obsessed with it.

I was of course of action getting so horny every time that I would go indoors afterwards and wank furiously at the theme of her enjoying a looking at my hammer, so thirst got the upright of me not long afterwards.

Thankfully the summer are long and usually hot, so I waited a while and then one day I walked exterior when semi-hard and fiddled around with my washing, going in and out of my space now and then, but still able to guess to neglect the fact she was by now openly staring with her mouth outdoors, at what had by then grown into a lovely hard cock - I even stopped and glanced down at it, stroking it a duad of meter and wiping the drooling pre-cum off with a digit and licking it, all the while she was stood still, in what must ingest been shock !

I was so randy 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 office 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 future 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 have known I was aware of her comportment, but I never waved or smiled at her just in case it scared her off, although I had amazing sexual climax afterwards, every time.

When she saw me in the street she looked down and ignored me, which is not unusual for get married ladies who do n't want to appear over friendly with a man who does n't utter the Saami language.

I had intended to stand and complete myself off one day, but she changed her routine during school day vacation, and then the owner of my place decided to sell, so I moved elsewhere and had more adventures, which I will write about soon.

Finally, retrieve this is a true story and I know I could sustain tried to fuck her, she could suffer flashed her titty at me and so on, but there was no way of knowing if her husband had mafia connections for lesson, so it happened the way it happened.

Thanks for reading, any input or content welcome .