First of all to set the picture - I was living on my own in a alien country in Eastern EEC where I could n't really speak the language and only had a twosome of Quaker locally.

I was in the centre of a urban center, living on the ground trading floor in a converted garage sticking out from the rear of a row of flat and houses. None of the flats above me could see my plaza, and there were only a couple of low eminent windows in the apartments behind me - an strange situation, but the centres were full of a mix of old and new, and I was lucky enough to feature that privacy - I lived in more public stead where affair happened, but those are for future stories.

There was only one neighbouring menage which overlooked my windowpane, and due to a senior high wall, only one of their rooms with a minuscule looking glass balcony had a decent view.

I think the husband worked, as he was never around during the day, but I saw the married woman going to the shops from the social movement, or regularly using the butt balcony door to go into the garden to either talking to a neighbour or hang washing out - I was not working at that clock time and so when it got fond I managed to get a rough idea of her number.

I did n't have a garden, but used a folding clothes airer to pay heed my washing out, which was almost daily due to the heat and my substance abuse of keeping myself busy by doing little second of washing regularly.

When I was cleaning my window one day I noticed that there was a brilliant reflectivity of the neighbour balcony which was almost like a mirror, and so I got to have it away the angles and locating from where I could get the best view without obviously looking.

When I saw her from indoors, I would go out and pretend to string up out washing or pick the Windows and noticed after a few times that as she returned to her house, she would pause and look my way, partly as I was an object of rarity locally, being a foreigner trying to hold up amongst the topical anesthetic rather than in a fancy expensive apartment or house.

She was improbable, long haircloth and fairly middling 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 distich 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 side by side week or so I tried different affair and meter, and was indisputable she was looking over at me intentionally, so I decided one day to up the wager a bit.

I had bought a thong and wore that away whilst cleaning the windows, as she would clearly see my cheeks from behind. Sure enough, there was a much foresightful pause 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 twain of steps without having to search in her direction.

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

The following prison term 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 turncock swinging around nice and balmy as I was so skittish and unsure of her reaction.

I could get word her stride approach the steps and watched the reflection closely - she took a brace of steps into the balcony then stopped absolutely as she realised I had nothing on. I moved around a bit with my forefront down 'being busy', so she could have got a look at my cock as well, and she did not run at first, then started moving industrial plant wad around much more than than was needed, as she continued to glance over at me frequently.

This continued for another pair of weeks, although she never came out more than common, but neither did she run indoors quickly so she was obviously interested in the view but not obsessed with it.

I was of trend getting so randy every time that I would go indoors afterwards and wank furiously at the idea of her enjoying a feel at my turncock, so lust got the practiced of me not long afterwards.

Thankfully the summers are hanker 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 place now and then, but still able to pretend to ignore the fact she was by now openly staring with her back talk 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 clip and wiping the drooling pre-cum off with a finger and licking it, all the while she was stood still, in what must stimulate 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 distaff middleman, and I must say that I enjoyed the feeling so a good deal that I made sure it happened again several times over the following month.

She stared at my cock every time she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a couple of times, so she must cause 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 marry ladies who do n't want to come along over friendly with a man who does n't speak the Saami language.

I had intended to stand and finish myself off one day, but she changed her modus operandi during school vacation, and then the possessor of my office decided to deal, so I moved elsewhere and had to a greater extent escapade, which I will write about soon.

Finally, remember this is a true floor and I know I could have tried to fuck her, she could birth flashed her teat at me and so on, but there was no way of knowing if her husband had mafia connecter for example, so it happened the way it happened.

Thanks for reading, any remark or message welcome .