first gear 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 language and only had a couple of booster locally.

I was in the centre of a city, living on the ground flooring in a born-again garage sticking out from the tail end of a row of apartment and mansion. None of the apartment above me could see my seat, and there were only a couple of humble gamey windows in the flat behind me - an unusual situation, but the centres were full of a mix of old and new, and I was favourable enough to induce that privacy - I lived in more public places where things happened, but those are for future stories.

There was only one neighbouring house which overlooked my windows, and due to a high up wall, only one of their room with a diminished glass balcony had a properly view.

I think the hubby worked, as he was never around during the day, but I saw the married woman going to the shop from the social movement, or regularly using the tail end balcony door to go into the garden to either talk to a neighbour or hang washing out - I was not working at that clip and so when it got quick I managed to get a fierce thought of her routine.

I did n't have a garden, but used a foldable wearing apparel airer to hang my washing out, which was almost daily due to the heating plant and my riding habit of keeping myself busybodied by doing little morsel of washing regularly.

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

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

She was tall, yearn fuzz 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 trunks, 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 appear natural movements ?

Over the next week or so I tried different things and times, and was sure enough she was looking over at me intentionally, so I decided one day to up the post a bit.

I had bought a thong and wore that outside whilst cleaning the Windows, as she would clearly see my cheeks from behind. surely enough, there was a much foresighted suspension and her fountainhead was clearly facing me as she had a respectable looking at, only stopping when I partially turned and walked back indoors, which I could do in a duad of steps without having to look in her direction.

I wore the lash for a week when hanging out washing or just walking around slowly catching some sun, then decided to do more.

The side by side prison term I saw her go outside, I went out to goldbrick with my washables, turning it around and bringing some indoors, but was totally raw with my cock swinging around nice and soft as I was so nervous and unsure of her reaction.

I could take heed her footstep approach the stairs and watched the thoughtfulness closely - she took a brace of steps into the balcony then stopped deadened as she realised I had naught on. I moved around a bit with my head down 'being busy', so she could have a flavor at my stopcock as well, and she did not locomote at first, then started moving plant locoweed around much more than was needed, as she continued to glance over at me frequently.

This continued for another couple of hebdomad, 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 time that I would go indoors afterwards and wank furiously at the idea of her enjoying a aspect at my turncock, so lust got the better of me not long afterwards.

Thankfully the summertime are hanker and usually hot, so I waited a while and then one day I walked external 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 unfold, at what had by then grown into a lovely hard pecker - I even stopped and glanced down at it, stroking it a dyad 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 bear been jar !

I was so evoke 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 site but without any female person contact, and I must say that I enjoyed the feeling so practically that I made sure as shooting it happened again several times over the next month.

She stared at my cock every time she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a couple of clip, so she must hold known I was mindful of her presence, but I never waved or smiled at her just in guinea pig it scared her off, although I had amazing climax afterwards, every time.

When she saw me in the street she looked down and ignored me, which is not strange for married peeress who do n't want to come out over friendly with a man who does n't speak the same language.

I had intended to stand and finish myself off one day, but she changed her act during school holiday, and then the owner of my place decided to trade, so I moved elsewhere and had Thomas More adventure, which I will compose about soon.

Finally, remember this is a on-key narration and I know I could have tried to have intercourse her, she could have flashed her bosom at me and so on, but there was no way of knowing if her husband had mafia connector for exemplar, so it happened the way it happened.

Thanks for reading, any comments or subject matter welcome .