First of all to set the scenery - I was living on my own in a extraneous country in Eastern Europe where I could n't really utter the speech communication and only had a couplet of friends locally.

I was in the centre of a metropolis, living on the ground floor in a converted garage sticking out from the backside of a row of flat and houses. None of the flats above me could see my stead, and there were only a twain of small high Windows in the flat behind me - an unusual situation, but the centres were full of a mix of old and new, and I was lucky enough to have that privacy - I lived in more world stead 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 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 wife going to the shop class from the front, or regularly using the stern balcony door to go into the garden to either public lecture to a neighbour or hang washing out - I was not working at that time and so when it got warmer I managed to get a crude idea of her bit.

I did n't get a garden, but used a foldable clothes airer to hang my washing out, which was almost day-after-day due to the heat and my drug abuse of keeping myself busy by doing little bits of washing regularly.

When I was cleaning my window one day I noticed that there was a brilliant thoughtfulness of the neighbours balcony which was almost like a mirror, and so I got to recognize the Angle and position from where I could get the best view without obviously looking.

When I saw her from indoors, I would go out and pretend to flow out washing or clean the Windows and noticed after a few meter that as she returned to her planetary house, she would break and look my way, partly as I was an object of oddment locally, being a outlander trying to hold up 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 unattractive but certainly not a sexy babe, and aged around 45.

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

Over the next calendar week or so I tried different things and times, and was sure enough she was looking over at me intentionally, so I decided one day to up the post a bit.

I had bought a thong and wore that outside whilst cleaning the windows, as she would clearly see my impudence from behind. certain enough, there was a much farseeing pause and her head was clearly facing me as she had a thoroughly look, only stopping when I partially turned and walked back indoors, which I could do in a distich of stairs without having to reckon 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 fiddle with my washing, turning it around and bringing some indoors, but was totally naked with my shaft swinging around prissy and delicate as I was so neural and unsure of her reaction.

I could hear her footsteps approach the stairs and watched the reflection closely - she took a couple of stair into the balcony then stopped beat as she realised I had zero on. I moved around a bit with my head down 'being interfering', so she could birth a look at my cock as well, and she did not move 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 twosome of weeks, although she never came out more than common, but neither did she run indoors quickly so she was obviously concerned in the perspective but not obsessed with it.

I was of row getting so horny every time that I would go indoors afterwards and wank furiously at the idea of her enjoying a look at my cock, so hunger got the better of me not long afterwards.

Thankfully the summers are long and usually hot, so I waited a patch and then one day I walked remote when semi-hard and fiddled around with my washing, going in and out of my space now and then, but still able to pretend to neglect the fact she was by now openly staring with her sass capable, at what had by then grown into a lovely strong cock - I even stopped and glanced down at it, stroking it a duad of metre and wiping the drooling pre-cum off with a finger's breadth and licking it, all the while she was stood still, in what must accept been shock absorber !

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 office but without any distaff contact, and I must say that I enjoyed the feeling so a great deal that I made sure it happened again several times over the next month.

She stared at my putz every prison term she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a span of clip, so she must have known I was mindful of her presence, but I never waved or smiled at her just in shell 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 peeress who do n't want to appear over friendly with a man who does n't speak the like language.

I had intended to stand and wind up myself off one day, but she changed her routine during shoal holidays, and then the owner of my billet decided to betray, so I moved elsewhere and had more adventures, which I will pen about soon.

Finally, remember this is a rightful story and I know I could have tried to jazz her, she could have flashed her tits at me and so on, but there was no way of knowing if her hubby had mafia connection for model, so it happened the way it happened.

Thanks for reading material, any comments or messages welcome .