First of all to set the scene - I was living on my own in a foreign country in Eastern European Union where I could n't really address the language and only had a couple of friends locally.

I was in the centre of a city, living on the background story in a commute garage sticking out from the prat of a row of flat and houses. None of the flats above me could see my place, and there were only a couple of little high windows in the apartments behind me - an strange berth, but the center of attention were full of a mix of old and new, and I was golden enough to have that privacy - 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 high-pitched wall, only one of their rooms with a modest glass balcony had a decent view.

I think the hubby worked, as he was never around during the day, but I saw the wife going to the shops from the front, or regularly using the rear balcony doorway to go into the garden to either talk to a neighbour or bent washing out - I was not working at that fourth dimension and so when it got warmer I managed to get a rough estimate of her turn.

I did n't have a garden, but used a protein folding wearing apparel airer to cling my washing out, which was almost daily due to the heat and my use of keeping myself busy by doing little routine of washing regularly.

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

When I saw her from indoors, I would go out and sham to hang out washing or clean the window and noticed after a few times that as she returned to her theatre, she would pause and look my way, partly as I was an object of oddity locally, being a alien trying to live amongst the local anesthetic rather than in a fancy expensive apartment or house.

She was improbable, long hair's-breadth and fairly average or even plain looking, not untempting but certainly not a aphrodisiacal baby, and aged around 45.

One day as I was genuinely cleaning the windows wearing only a pair of short pants, 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 succeeding week or so I tried different things and times, 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 windowpane, as she would clearly see my brass from behind. certainly enough, there was a much recollective intermission and her head was clearly facing me as she had a beneficial flavor, only stopping when I partially turned and walked back indoors, which I could do in a couple of steps without having to expect 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 adjacent clock time I saw her go outside, I went out to fiddle with my washing, turning it around and bringing some indoors, but was totally raw with my tool swinging around nice and soft as I was so nervous and unsure of her reaction.

I could get a line her footfall approach the stairs and watched the reflection closely - she took a twain of steps into the balcony then stopped dead as she realised I had goose egg on. I moved around a bit with my read/write head down 'being busy', so she could bear a look at my cock as well, and she did not prompt 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 duo of week, although she never came out more than common, but neither did she run indoors quickly so she was obviously matter to in the survey but not obsessed with it.

I was of course 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 cock, so thirst got the better of me not long afterwards.

Thankfully the summers are long and usually hot, so I waited a patch and then one day I walked outside when semi-hard and fiddled around with my washing, going in and out of my seat now and then, but still capable to pretend to brush off the fact she was by now openly staring with her mouth open, at what had by then grown into a lovely backbreaking cock - 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 consume been stupor !

I was so emotional 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 state of affairs but without any distaff liaison, and I must say that I enjoyed the belief so much that I made sure it happened again several times over the side by side month.

She stared at my cock every meter she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a dyad of prison term, so she must have known I was cognizant of her mien, 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 unusual for get hitched with dame who do n't require to come out over friendly with a man who does n't speak the Saame language.

I had intended to stand and complete myself off one day, but she changed her subprogram during school holidays, and then the owner of my office decided to betray, so I moved elsewhere and had more adventures, which I will write about soon.

Finally, remember this is a honest chronicle and I know I could have tried to fuck her, she could have flashed her titmouse at me and so on, but there was no way of knowing if her married man had mafia connections for example, so it happened the way it happened.

Thanks for reading, any comments or messages welcome .