Flashing The Neighbour ( 1 )
First of all to set the scene - I was living on my own in a alien country in Eastern Europe where I could n't really speak the nomenclature and only had a couple of friends locally.
I was in the sum of a city, living on the primer coat floor in a converted service department sticking out from the arse of a row of apartments and star sign. None of the flat above me could see my place, and there were only a couple of small senior high windowpane in the apartments behind me - an unusual situation, but the core were full of a mix of old and new, and I was lucky enough to give birth that privacy - I lived in more public place where affair happened, but those are for succeeding stories.
There was only one neighbouring mansion which overlooked my windows, and due to a high wall, only one of their rooms with a little glass balcony had a decorous 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 threshold to go into the garden to either talk to a neighbor or hang washing out - I was not working at that time and so when it got warmer I managed to get a grating idea of her procedure.
I did n't have a garden, but used a close clothes airer to advert my washing out, which was almost day-to-day due to the heat and my habit of keeping myself meddling by doing little bits of washing regularly.
When I was cleaning my windows one day I noticed that there was a splendid reflection of the neighbor balcony which was almost like a mirror, and so I got to know the Angle and view from where I could get the best view without obviously looking.
When I saw her from indoors, I would go out and pretend to attend out washing or clean the windows and noticed after a few sentence that as she returned to her planetary house, she would pause and look my way, partly as I was an object of rarity locally, being a foreigner trying to subsist amongst the locals rather than in a fancy expensive apartment or house.
She was tall, foresightful hair and fairly average or even plain looking, not unattractive but certainly not a aphrodisiacal baby, and aged around 45.
One day as I was genuinely cleaning the windows wearing only a pair of shorts, 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 look natural move ?
Over the next week or so I tried unlike things and metre, 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 windows, as she would clearly see my cheeks from behind. Sure enough, there was a much longer pause and her nous was clearly facing me as she had a good smell, only stopping when I partially turned and walked back indoors, which I could do in a couple of measure without having to look 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 metre I saw her go outside, I went out to fiddle with my washing, turning it around and bringing some indoors, but was totally naked with my cock swinging around nice and easygoing as I was so nervous and unsure of her reaction.
I could hear her footsteps approach the stairs and watched the reflection closely - she took a mates of gradation into the balcony then stopped dead as she realised I had nothing on. I moved around a bit with my pass down 'being busy', so she could have a look at my cock as well, and she did not move at first, then started moving plant mint around much More than was needed, as she continued to glance over at me frequently.
This continued for another couple of weeks, although she never came out more than usual, but neither did she run indoors quickly so she was obviously interested in the aspect but not obsessed with it.
I was of trend getting so horny every time that I would go indoors afterwards and wank furiously at the idea of her enjoying a feel at my cock, so luxuria got the better of me not long afterwards.
Thankfully the summers are long and usually hot, so I waited a piece and then one day I walked external when semi-hard and fiddled around with my washing, going in and out of my spot now and then, but still able to pretend to dismiss the fact she was by now openly staring with her mouth open, at what had by then grown into a lovely severe cock - I even stopped and glanced down at it, stroking it a duet 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 wake 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 intimate office but without any female contact, and I must say that I enjoyed the tone so much that I made surely it happened again several sentence over the next month.
She stared at my putz every clock time she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a couple of clip, so she must have known I was aware of her front, but I never waved or smiled at her just in face 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 married ladies who do n't need to appear over friendly with a man who does n't speak the Sami language.
I had intended to stand and finish myself off one day, but she changed her routine during schoolhouse holidays, and then the owner of my place decided to betray, so I moved elsewhere and had more adventures, which I will write about soon.
Finally, remember this is a true tale and I know I could own tried to fuck her, she could suffer flashed her pap at me and so on, but there was no way of knowing if her husband had mafia connections for example, so it happened the way it happened.
Thanks for reading, any comments or messages welcome .