first of all to set the scene - I was living on my own in a foreign country in Eastern European Union where I could n't really verbalize the language and only had a mates of friends locally.

I was in the centre of a metropolis, living on the ground floor in a converted garage sticking out from the rear of a row of apartments and firm. None of the flatbed above me could see my blank space, and there were only a pair of small high windows in the apartment behind me - an unusual berth, but the centres were full of a mix of old and new, and I was prosperous enough to throw that seclusion - I lived in more public blank space where matter happened, but those are for next stories.

There was only one neighbouring star sign which overlooked my windows, and due to a high wall, only one of their elbow room with a diminished ice 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 workshop from the front end, or regularly using the rear balcony doorway to go into the garden to either public lecture to a neighbour or hang washing out - I was not working at that time and so when it got warmer I managed to get a rough idea of her subroutine.

I did n't have a garden, but used a folding clothes airer to hang my washing out, which was almost day-after-day due to the heat and my habit of keeping myself meddlesome by doing little scrap of washing regularly.

When I was cleaning my windowpane one day I noticed that there was a brilliant observation of the neighbours balcony which was almost like a mirror, and so I got to make out the angle and stead from where I could get the best view without obviously looking.

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

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

One day as I was genuinely cleaning the windows wearing only a twosome of underdrawers, I noticed she stopped for longer in her balcony and fiddled with some industrial plant, or was she only pretending, as it just did n't appear raw movements ?

Over the next calendar week or so I tried dissimilar things and times, and was trusted 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 alfresco whilst cleaning the windowpane, as she would clearly see my brass from behind. Sure enough, there was a much thirster intermission and her pass 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 calculate 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 side by side 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 cock swinging around nice and soft as I was so neural and unsure of her reaction.

I could take heed her step approach the stairs and watched the reflection closely - she took a brace of footmark into the balcony then stopped dead as she realised I had nothing on. I moved around a bit with my straits down 'being busy', so she could have a look at my cock as well, and she did not move at first, then started moving plant life great deal around much more 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 concerned in the survey but not obsessed with it.

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

Thankfully the summer 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 washing, going in and out of my topographic point now and then, but still able to pretend to ignore the fact she was by now openly staring with her rima oris undetermined, at what had by then grown into a lovely hard cock - I even stopped and glanced down at it, stroking it a twain 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 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 intimate situation but without any female contact, and I must say that I enjoyed the spirit so much that I made sure it happened again various times over the next month.

She stared at my stopcock every time she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a couple of times, so she must deliver known I was aware of her presence, but I never waved or smiled at her just in face 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 married peeress who do n't want to come along over well-disposed with a man who does n't mouth the Same language.

I had intended to put up and finish myself off one day, but she changed her act during school day vacation, and then the owner of my topographic point decided to sell, so I moved elsewhere and had to a greater extent adventures, which I will write about soon.

Finally, call back this is a dependable narration and I know I could have tried to sleep together 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 object lesson, so it happened the way it happened.

Thanks for reading, any comments or content welcome .