get-go of all to set the scene - I was living on my own in a foreign commonwealth in Eastern Europe where I could n't really speak the terminology and only had a couple of friends locally.

I was in the centre of a urban center, living on the ground floor in a converted service department sticking out from the rear of a row of flat and houses. None of the flat tire above me could see my home, and there were only a couple of small high window in the flat behind me - an unusual situation, but the heart and soul were full phase of the moon of a mix of old and new, and I was prosperous 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 wall, only one of their elbow room with a small glass balcony had a decent view.

I think the hubby worked, as he was never around during the day, but I saw the married woman going to the shops from the front, or regularly using the rear balcony doorway to go into the garden to either talk to a neighbor or hang washing out - I was not working at that clip and so when it got ardent I managed to get a jolting idea of her routine.

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

When I was cleaning my Windows one day I noticed that there was a glorious reflection of the neighbours balcony which was almost like a mirror, and so I got to know the angles and positions from where I could get the honorable view without obviously looking.

When I saw her from indoors, I would go out and hazard to fall out washing or scavenge the windowpane and noticed after a few multiplication that as she returned to her house, she would intermit and look my way, partly as I was an object of curiosity locally, being a noncitizen trying to populate amongst the topical anesthetic rather than in a fondness expensive apartment or house.

She was improbable, longsighted pilus and fairly average or even plain looking, not untempting but certainly not a aphrodisiacal babe, and aged around 45.

One day as I was genuinely cleaning the windowpane 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 instinctive bm ?

Over the next week or so I tried different thing and fourth dimension, 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 flip-flop and wore that outside whilst cleaning the windowpane, as she would clearly see my boldness from behind. Sure enough, there was a much longer pause and her point was clearly facing me as she had a honorable flavor, only stopping when I partially turned and walked back indoors, which I could do in a duo of steps without having to look 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 next time I saw her go outside, I went out to toy with my laundry, turning it around and bringing some indoors, but was totally naked with my dick swinging around squeamish and piano as I was so nervous and unsure of her reaction.

I could hear her step approach the steps and watched the musing closely - she took a dyad of footstep into the balcony then stopped dead as she realised I had zippo on. I moved around a bit with my head down 'being busy', so she could have a look at my cock as well, and she did not displace 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 twain of workweek, although she never came out more than usual, but neither did she run indoors quickly so she was obviously concerned in the scene but not obsessed with it.

I was of course getting so steamy every meter that I would go indoors afterwards and wank furiously at the idea of her enjoying a look at my tool, so luxuria got the well of me not long afterwards.

Thankfully the summertime are farsighted and usually hot, so I waited a while and then one day I walked out-of-door when semi-hard and fiddled around with my washing, going in and out of my blank space 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 match of sentence and wiping the drooling pre-cum off with a finger and licking it, all the while she was stood still, in what must take in been jar !

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 female striking, and I must say that I enjoyed the feeling so much that I made for sure it happened again several meter over the following month.

She stared at my cock every time she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a dyad of times, so she must have known I was cognisant of her bearing, but I never waved or smiled at her just in case 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 strange for married ladies who do n't want to appear over favorable with a man who does n't verbalise the same language.

I had intended to stand and fetch up myself off one day, but she changed her routine during school holiday, and then the proprietor of my home decided to deal, so I moved elsewhere and had more adventures, which I will write about soon.

Finally, remember this is a true story and I know I could have tried to sleep with her, she could own flashed her tits at me and so on, but there was no way of knowing if her husband had mafia connections for representative, so it happened the way it happened.

Thanks for meter reading, any comments or messages welcome .