start of all to set the scene - I was living on my own in a alien country in Eastern Europe where I could n't really speak the language and only had a couple of friends locally.

I was in the nub of a city, living on the basis story in a converted garage sticking out from the rear of a row of flat and planetary house. None of the flatcar above me could see my place, and there were only a duet of belittled high windows in the apartment behind me - an unusual situation, but the centres were wide of a mix of old and new, and I was prosperous enough to have got that concealment - 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 senior high paries, only one of their room with a small-scale shabu 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 workshop from the front man, or regularly using the rear balcony room access to go into the garden to either talk to a neighbour or knack washing out - I was not working at that time and so when it got quick I managed to get a pugnacious estimation of her subprogram.

I did n't have a garden, but used a foldable apparel airer to hang my washing out, which was almost casual due to the heat and my habit of keeping myself busy by doing little bits of washing regularly.

When I was cleaning my windows one day I noticed that there was a magnificent reflection of the neighbours balcony which was almost like a mirror, and so I got to recognise the angles and stead from where I could get the unspoiled view without obviously looking.

When I saw her from indoors, I would go out and make believe to pay heed out washing or clean the windows 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 object of curiosity locally, being a foreigner trying to dwell amongst the locals rather than in a fancy expensive apartment or house.

She was tall, long hair 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 windows wearing only a yoke of shorts, I noticed she stopped for longer in her balcony and fiddled with some flora, or was she only pretending, as it just did n't seem raw movements ?

Over the next week or so I tried different affair and metre, 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 cheeks from behind. Sure enough, there was a much longer pause and her foreland was clearly facing me as she had a good flavour, only stopping when I partially turned and walked back indoors, which I could do in a couple of steps without having to depend in her direction.

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

The succeeding time I saw her go outside, I went out to diddle with my washables, turning it around and bringing some indoors, but was totally au naturel with my cock swinging around nice and delicate as I was so spooky and unsure of her reaction.

I could get a line her footstep approach the step and watched the expression closely - she took a twain of steps into the balcony then stopped perfectly as she realised I had nothing on. I moved around a bit with my head down 'being busy', so she could experience a look at my hammer as well, and she did not move at first, then started moving plant pots around much More than was needed, as she continued to glint 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 view but not obsessed with it.

I was of course getting so corneous every sentence that I would go indoors afterwards and wank furiously at the idea of her enjoying a flavor at my cock, so lust got the better of me not long afterwards.

Thankfully the summertime are long and usually hot, so I waited a while and then one day I walked extraneous when semi-hard and fiddled around with my washables, going in and out of my place now and then, but still able to profess to brush off the fact she was by now openly staring with her rima oris open, at what had by then grown into a lovely strong turncock - I even stopped and glanced down at it, stroking it a couple of fourth dimension and wiping the drooling pre-cum off with a fingerbreadth and licking it, all the while she was stood still, in what must stimulate been shock !

I was so enkindle 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 post but without any female contact, and I must say that I enjoyed the feeling so a good deal that I made sure enough it happened again several times over the next month.

She stared at my cock every metre she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a couple of multiplication, so she must accept known I was aware of her presence, but I never waved or smiled at her just in guinea pig 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 strange for married ladies who do n't want to look over friendly with a man who does n't speak the same language.

I had intended to fend and finish myself off one day, but she changed her modus operandi during school holiday, and then the possessor of my berth decided to sell, so I moved elsewhere and had more risky venture, which I will write about soon.

Finally, remember this is a true story and I know I could have tried to screw her, she could induce flashed her mamilla at me and so on, but there was no way of knowing if her married man had mafia connective for example, so it happened the way it happened.

Thanks for reading, any input or content welcome .