low gear of all to set the fit - I was living on my own in a foreign res publica in Eastern European Economic Community where I could n't really speak the language and only had a couple of friends locally.

I was in the center of a city, living on the primer floor in a reborn garage sticking out from the buns of a row of flat and houses. None of the flatbed above me could see my stead, and there were only a couple of belittled high windows in the flat behind me - an unusual state of affairs, but the centre were full-of-the-moon of a mix of old and new, and I was lucky enough to have that secrecy - I lived in more public places where things happened, but those are for next stories.

There was only one neighbouring house which overlooked my window, and due to a high wall, only one of their rooms with a lowly glassful balcony had a enough view.

I think the husband worked, as he was never around during the day, but I saw the wife going to the store from the front, or regularly using the rear balcony door to go into the garden to either lecture to a neighbour or hang washing out - I was not working at that time and so when it got tender I managed to get a approximate musical theme of her routine.

I did n't have a garden, but used a folding wearing apparel airer to hang my washing out, which was almost daily due to the heat and my drug abuse of keeping myself engaged by doing petty second of washing regularly.

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

When I saw her from indoors, I would go out and pretend to hang out washing or clean the windows and noticed after a few meter that as she returned to her house, she would break and look my way, partly as I was an object of oddity locally, being a foreigner trying to live amongst the topical anaesthetic rather than in a visualise expensive apartment or house.

She was grandiloquent, long whisker and fairly average or even plain looking, not unattractive but certainly not a sexy sister, and aged around 45.

One day as I was genuinely cleaning the Windows wearing only a span of drawers, I noticed she stopped for longer in her balcony and fiddled with some plant, or was she only pretending, as it just did n't seem natural apparent motion ?

Over the next week or so I tried different matter 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 G-string and wore that remote whilst cleaning the windows, as she would clearly see my impudence from behind. sure enough, there was a much foresighted 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 span of steps without having to look in her direction.

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

The side by side time I saw her go outside, I went out to fiddle with my washing, turning it around and bringing some indoors, but was totally bare with my peter swinging around nice and indulgent as I was so nervous and unsure of her reaction.

I could hear her footstep approach the stairs and watched the reflection closely - she took a couple of steps into the balcony then stopped dead as she realised I had nothing on. I moved around a bit with my principal down 'being busy', so she could give a face at my cock as well, and she did not propel 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 couple of week, although she never came out more than common, but neither did she run indoors quickly so she was obviously interested in the aspect but not obsessed with it.

I was of path getting so horny every time that I would go indoors afterwards and wank furiously at the approximation of her enjoying a feeling at my cock, so lust got the better of me not long afterwards.

Thankfully the summertime are tenacious 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 capable to feign to dismiss the fact she was by now openly staring with her mouth open, at what had by then grown into a lovely hard cock - I even stopped and glanced down at it, stroking it a duo of clock time and wiping the drooling pre-cum off with a finger and licking it, all the while she was stood still, in what must let been blow !

I was so ruttish 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 office but without any distaff contact lens, and I must say that I enjoyed the feeling so practically that I made sure it happened again several times over the next month.

She stared at my stopcock every sentence she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a duet of meter, so she must have known I was cognisant of her comportment, but I never waved or smiled at her just in type it scared her off, although I had amazing sexual climax afterwards, every time.

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

I had intended to stand and finish myself off one day, but she changed her function during school holidays, and then the owner of my topographic point decided to sell, so I moved elsewhere and had more escapade, which I will compose about soon.

Finally, call up this is a lawful story and I know I could bear tried to fuck her, she could make flashed her tits at me and so on, but there was no way of knowing if her married man had mafia connection for example, so it happened the way it happened.

Thanks for reading, any comments or messages welcome .