starting time of all to set the tantrum - I was living on my own in a foreign country in Eastern EC where I could n't really address the speech and only had a mates of friends locally.

I was in the centre of a urban center, living on the ground flooring in a converted garage sticking out from the posterior of a row of apartments and house. None of the flatbed above me could see my billet, and there were only a yoke of small mellow windows in the flat behind me - an unusual billet, but the nitty-gritty were full of a mix of old and new, and I was prosperous enough to have that privacy - I lived in more public places where affair happened, but those are for time to come stories.

There was only one neighbouring home which overlooked my Windows, and due to a high wall, only one of their rooms with a small glass balcony had a nice view.

I think the husband worked, as he was never around during the day, but I saw the wife going to the shops from the battlefront, or regularly using the rear balcony door to go into the garden to either talk to a neighbour or hang washing out - I was not working at that clock time and so when it got warmer I managed to get a unsmooth approximation of her routine.

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

When I was cleaning my window one day I noticed that there was a smart as a whip expression of the neighbours balcony which was almost like a mirror, and so I got to have it away the angle and positions from where I could get the respectable position without obviously looking.

When I saw her from indoors, I would go out and pretend to give ear out washing or make clean the window and noticed after a few times that as she returned to her house, she would hesitate and see my way, partly as I was an object of curiosity locally, being a alien trying to live amongst the locals rather than in a fancy expensive apartment or house.

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

One day as I was genuinely cleaning the windowpane wearing only a span of shortstop, I noticed she stopped for longer in her balcony and fiddled with some industrial plant, or was she only pretending, as it just did n't look innate trend ?

Over the next week or so I tried different things and clock time, and was certain she was looking over at me intentionally, so I decided one day to up the stakes a bit.

I had bought a flip-flop and wore that extraneous whilst cleaning the windowpane, as she would clearly see my boldness from behind. Sure enough, there was a much yearner 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 step without having to look in her direction.

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

The following time I saw her go outside, I went out to shirk with my washing, turning it around and bringing some indoors, but was totally naked with my cock swinging around nice and diffused as I was so flighty and unsure of her reaction.

I could hear her footsteps approach the step and watched the reflection closely - she took a duo of footfall into the balcony then stopped dead as she realised I had nothing on. I moved around a bit with my read/write head down 'being engaged', so she could have a look at my rooster as well, and she did not propel at first, then started moving works slew around much more than was needed, as she continued to glint over at me frequently.

This continued for another duad of workweek, although she never came out more than usual, but neither did she run indoors quickly so she was obviously occupy in the prospect 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 musical theme of her enjoying a look at my cock, so luxuria 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 out of doors 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 disregard the fact she was by now openly staring with her mouth candid, at what had by then grown into a lovely firmly cock - I even stopped and glanced down at it, stroking it a couplet of times 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 blow !

I was so waken 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 person touch, and I must say that I enjoyed the tactual sensation so a great 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 distich of times, so she must have known I was aware of her presence, but I never waved or smiled at her just in pillow slip it scared her off, although I had amazing orgasm afterwards, every time.

When she saw me in the street she looked down and ignored me, which is not unusual for get married ma'am who do n't want to come along over friendly with a man who does n't speak the same language.

I had intended to tolerate and cease myself off one day, but she changed her act during school holidays, and then the possessor of my spot decided to sell, so I moved elsewhere and had more dangerous undertaking, which I will publish about soon.

Finally, think this is a true story and I know I could have tried to hump her, she could stimulate flashed her tits 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 meter reading, any scuttlebutt or messages welcome .