number one of all to set the conniption - I was living on my own in a strange country in Eastern European Community where I could n't really speak the language and only had a couple of ally locally.

I was in the centre of a urban center, living on the land base in a converted garage sticking out from the rear of a row of apartments and household. None of the flatcar above me could see my place, and there were only a couple of small mellow windowpane in the flat behind me - an unusual situation, but the centres were full of a mix of old and new, and I was lucky enough to have that privacy - I lived in more public shoes where matter happened, but those are for future stories.

There was only one neighbouring business firm which overlooked my windows, and due to a gamey wall, 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 workshop from the nominal head, or regularly using the rear 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 warm I managed to get a approximative idea of her routine.

I did n't feature a garden, but used a folding clothes airer to hang my washing out, which was almost day by day due to the warmth and my substance abuse of keeping myself officious by doing picayune bits of washing regularly.

When I was cleaning my Windows one day I noticed that there was a smart as a whip observation of the neighbours balcony which was almost like a mirror, and so I got to know the angles and post from where I could get the well thought 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 menage, she would hesitate and search my way, partly as I was an physical object of rarity locally, being a alien trying to live amongst the local anaesthetic rather than in a fantasy expensive flat or house.

She was tall, long tomentum and fairly mediocre 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 duet of shorts, I noticed she stopped for longer in her balcony and fiddled with some plant life, or was she only pretending, as it just did n't seem natural bowel movement ?

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

I had bought a lash and wore that outside whilst cleaning the windowpane, as she would clearly see my cheeks from behind. Sure enough, there was a much longer pause and her straits 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 couple of steps without having to look 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 time I saw her go outside, I went out to shrink from with my washing, turning it around and bringing some indoors, but was totally defenseless with my cock swinging around overnice and gentle as I was so nervous and unsure of her reaction.

I could hear her footsteps approach the stair and watched the manifestation closely - she took a couple of steps into the balcony then stopped dead as she realised I had zippo on. I moved around a bit with my header down 'being busy', so she could receive a look at my cock as well, and she did not actuate at first, then started moving plant pots around much to a greater extent than was needed, as she continued to glance over at me frequently.

This continued for another dyad 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 randy every metre that I would go indoors afterwards and wank furiously at the theme of her enjoying a look at my cock, so lust got the honorable of me not long afterwards.

Thankfully the summertime are long 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 guess to neglect the fact she was by now openly staring with her lip open, at what had by then grown into a lovely hard cock - I even stopped and glanced down at it, stroking it a brace 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 take in 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 sexual office but without any distaff contact lens, and I must say that I enjoyed the feeling so much that I made indisputable it happened again several times over the next month.

She stared at my cock every clip she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a pair of prison term, so she must have got 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 orgasms afterwards, every time.

When she saw me in the street she looked down and ignored me, which is not strange for wed ladies who do n't want to appear over friendly with a man who does n't mouth the same language.

I had intended to stomach and finish myself off one day, but she changed her routine during school day holidays, and then the proprietor of my property decided to sell, so I moved elsewhere and had to a greater extent adventure, which I will write about soon.

Finally, remember this is a rightful story and I know I could cause tried to do it her, she could have flashed her tits at me and so on, but there was no way of knowing if her hubby had mafia association for example, so it happened the way it happened.

Thanks for reading, any scuttlebutt or message welcome .