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

I was in the midpoint of a city, living on the solid ground level in a converted garage sticking out from the bottom of a row of apartment and houses. None of the flat above me could see my place, and there were only a pair of low highschool Windows in the flat behind me - an unusual situation, but the center were full phase of the moon of a mix of old and new, and I was favourable enough to have that privacy - I lived in more public property where affair happened, but those are for future stories.

There was only one neighbouring house which overlooked my windowpane, and due to a gamey wall, only one of their rooms with a small trash balcony had a comely view.

I think the husband worked, as he was never around during the day, but I saw the wife going to the shop from the front, or regularly using the fanny balcony doorway to go into the garden to either lecture to a neighbour or knack washing out - I was not working at that clip and so when it got warmer I managed to get a rough idea of her routine.

I did n't have a garden, but used a folding apparel airer to hang my washing out, which was almost day-to-day due to the hotness and my substance abuse of keeping myself meddlesome by doing little bits of washing regularly.

When I was cleaning my window one day I noticed that there was a brilliant reflexion of the neighbours balcony which was almost like a mirror, and so I got to know the angles and spatial relation from where I could get the safe view without obviously looking.

When I saw her from indoors, I would go out and pretend to hang out washing or make clean the windows and noticed after a few sentence 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 noncitizen trying to live amongst the locals rather than in a fancy expensive apartment or house.

She was tall, foresightful hair and fairly mean 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 pair of boxers, 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 born move ?

Over the following week or so I tried different things and times, 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 lash and wore that outside whilst cleaning the window, as she would clearly see my cheeks from behind. indisputable enough, there was a much longer pause and her head was clearly facing me as she had a unspoilt look, only stopping when I partially turned and walked back indoors, which I could do in a twain of steps 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 following time I saw her go outside, I went out to tinker with my washing, turning it around and bringing some indoors, but was totally raw with my cock swinging around decent and lenient as I was so spooky and unsure of her reaction.

I could try her pace approach the stairs and watched the reflection closely - she took a couple of steps into the balcony then stopped absolutely as she realised I had nothing on. I moved around a bit with my head down 'being busybodied', so she could have a smell at my cock as well, and she did not move at first, then started moving plant sess around much Thomas More than was needed, as she continued to glint over at me frequently.

This continued for another couple of week, although she never came out more than usual, but neither did she run indoors quickly so she was obviously interested in the sight but not obsessed with it.

I was of course getting so steamy every time that I would go indoors afterwards and wank furiously at the idea of her enjoying a smell at my shaft, so crave got the improve of me not long afterwards.

Thankfully the summertime are long 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 brush off the fact she was by now openly staring with her mouth open, at what had by then grown into a lovely operose dick - I even stopped and glanced down at it, stroking it a couple 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 shock !

I was so stirred up 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 notion so much that I made sure as shooting it happened again respective meter over the next month.

She stared at my cock every sentence she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a couple of times, so she must stimulate known I was mindful of her front, but I never waved or smiled at her just in character 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 splice ladies who do n't desire to look over favorable with a man who does n't speak the same language.

I had intended to stand and finish myself off one day, but she changed her routine during school holidays, and then the possessor of my position decided to trade, so I moved elsewhere and had Sir Thomas More adventures, which I will indite about soon.

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

Thanks for reading, any comments or messages welcome .