outset 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 voice communication and only had a couple of supporter locally.

I was in the centre of a city, living on the primer floor in a converted garage sticking out from the rear of a row of apartment and houses. None of the flats above me could see my place, and there were only a couplet of pocket-size senior high school windows in the apartment behind me - an unusual billet, but the centres were full of a mix of old and new, and I was prosperous enough to have that secrecy - I lived in more public places where things happened, but those are for future tense stories.

There was only one neighbouring house which overlooked my windowpane, and due to a high bulwark, only one of their elbow room with a small glassful 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, or regularly using the rear balcony door to go into the garden to either talking to a neighbour or hang washing out - I was not working at that sentence and so when it got warmer I managed to get a rough in estimate of her act.

I did n't have a garden, but used a folding clothes airer to give ear my washing out, which was almost daily due to the heat and my habit of keeping myself officious by doing little bits of washing regularly.

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

When I saw her from indoors, I would go out and feign to give ear out washing or clean the Windows and noticed after a few times that as she returned to her planetary house, she would pause and bet my way, partly as I was an object of curiosity locally, being a foreigner trying to live amongst the topical anesthetic rather than in a fancy expensive apartment or house.

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

One day as I was genuinely cleaning the Windows wearing only a pair of shortstop, 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 cancel movements ?

Over the next week or so I tried different things and multiplication, and was sure as shooting 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 alfresco whilst cleaning the windows, as she would clearly see my boldness from behind. Sure enough, there was a much longer pause and her head 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 footmark without having to bet 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 clock time I saw her go outside, I went out to tinker with my washing, turning it around and bringing some indoors, but was totally naked with my cock swinging around nice and soft as I was so spooky and unsure of her reaction.

I could hear her footsteps approach the stairs and watched the reflection closely - she took a couple of footmark into the balcony then stopped bushed as she realised I had zippo on. I moved around a bit with my head down 'being busy', so she could give birth a look at my cock as well, and she did not affect at first, then started moving plant pots around much more than was needed, as she continued to glance over at me frequently.

This continued for another dyad of hebdomad, although she never came out more than usual, but neither did she run indoors quickly so she was obviously occupy in the view but not obsessed with it.

I was of course of action getting so aroused every time that I would go indoors afterwards and wank furiously at the musical theme of her enjoying a look at my peter, so lust got the better of me not long afterwards.

Thankfully the summer are farseeing and usually hot, so I waited a while and then one day I walked outside when semi-hard and fiddled around with my wash, 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 lip assailable, at what had by then grown into a lovely punishing turncock - I even stopped and glanced down at it, stroking it a couple of metre 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 sexual situation but without any female contact, and I must say that I enjoyed the touch so practically that I made sure it happened again several times over the next month.

She stared at my cock every prison term she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a couple of times, so she must birth known I was aware of her presence, 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 married peeress who do n't want to come along over favorable with a man who does n't mouth the same language.

I had intended to bear and polish off myself off one day, but she changed her turn during schooltime holidays, and then the possessor of my lieu 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 fuck her, she could let flashed her nipple at me and so on, but there was no way of knowing if her husband had mafia connections for representative, so it happened the way it happened.

Thanks for meter reading, any gossip or messages welcome .