First of all to set the scenery - 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 distich of friends locally.

I was in the pith of a city, living on the footing floor in a converted garage sticking out from the rear of a row of apartments and houses. None of the flat tire above me could see my place, and there were only a couple of little high windows in the apartments behind me - an strange situation, but the inwardness were full of a mix of old and new, and I was lucky enough to have that privacy - I lived in more populace places where things happened, but those are for hereafter stories.

There was only one neighbouring theater which overlooked my windows, and due to a gamey rampart, only one of their rooms with a small chicken feed balcony had a decent view.

I think the married man worked, as he was never around during the day, but I saw the wife going to the shop class from the front line, or regularly using the hind end balcony door to go into the garden to either talk of the town 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 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 heat and my habit of keeping myself busy by doing little morsel of washing regularly.

When I was cleaning my windows one day I noticed that there was a brilliant reflection of the neighbor balcony which was almost like a mirror, and so I got to know the angles and placement from where I could get the near panorama without obviously looking.

When I saw her from indoors, I would go out and pretend to cling out washing or pick the windowpane and noticed after a few meter that as she returned to her house, she would pause and look my way, partly as I was an aim of curiosity locally, being a outlander trying to live amongst the locals rather than in a partiality expensive apartment or house.

She was tall, long fuzz and fairly mean 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 brace of shorts, 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 seem natural movements ?

Over the next calendar week or so I tried unlike affair and prison term, and was surely she was looking over at me intentionally, so I decided one day to up the post a bit.

I had bought a lash and wore that outside whilst cleaning the window, as she would clearly see my boldness from behind. certain enough, there was a much farseeing break and her drumhead 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 pair 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 fiddle with my washing, turning it around and bringing some indoors, but was totally naked with my stopcock swinging around nice and soft as I was so neural and unsure of her reaction.

I could learn her footfall approach the stairs and watched the reflection closely - she took a twain of whole step into the balcony then stopped dead as she realised I had null on. I moved around a bit with my mind down 'being occupy', so she could have a look at my cock as well, and she did not move at first, then started moving plant can around much 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 common, but neither did she run indoors quickly so she was obviously concern in the view but not obsessed with it.

I was of course getting so turned on 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 better of me not long afterwards.

Thankfully the summer are long and usually hot, so I waited a patch and then one day I walked exterior when semi-hard and fiddled around with my lavation, going in and out of my place now and then, but still able to pretend to disregard the fact she was by now openly staring with her rima oris open, at what had by then grown into a lovely hard cock - I even stopped and glanced down at it, stroking it a mates of time and wiping the drooling pre-cum off with a finger and licking it, all the while she was stood still, in what must birth been cushion !

I was so conjure 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 site but without any distaff contact, and I must say that I enjoyed the feeling so much that I made surely it happened again several times over the next month.

She stared at my hammer every metre she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a couple of times, so she must give birth known I was aware of her presence, but I never waved or smiled at her just in subject 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 hook up with ladies who do n't want to look over well-disposed with a man who does n't address the Lapplander language.

I had intended to stand and finish myself off one day, but she changed her routine during school holidays, and then the owner of my place decided to betray, so I moved elsewhere and had more escapade, which I will indite about soon.

Finally, remember this is a true up chronicle and I know I could throw tried to fuck her, she could let flashed her tit at me and so on, but there was no way of knowing if her hubby had mafia connections for example, so it happened the way it happened.

Thanks for reading, any comment or subject matter welcome .