First of all to set the vista - I was living on my own in a foreign state in Eastern Europe where I could n't really speak the language and only had a couple of friends locally.

I was in the centre of a urban center, living on the ground story in a converted service department sticking out from the rear of a row of flat and houses. None of the flats above me could see my shoes, and there were only a couple of pocket-sized highschool Windows in the apartment behind me - an unusual situation, but the centre were full of a mix of old and new, and I was favorable enough to have that privacy - I lived in more public places where thing happened, but those are for hereafter stories.

There was only one neighbouring house which overlooked my windows, and due to a high rampart, only one of their rooms with a pocket-sized glass balcony had a decorous view.

I think the married man worked, as he was never around during the day, but I saw the wife going to the workshop from the front, or regularly using the fundament balcony door to go into the garden to either talk of the town to a neighbour or hang washing out - I was not working at that prison term and so when it got heater I managed to get a rough idea of her routine.

I did n't receive a garden, but used a folding clothes airer to hang my washing out, which was almost day-to-day due to the heat and my habit of keeping myself busy by doing little bite of washing regularly.

When I was cleaning my windows one day I noticed that there was a brilliant reflection of the neighbour balcony which was almost like a mirror, and so I got to know the angle and place from where I could get the right thought without obviously looking.

When I saw her from indoors, I would go out and guess to hang out washing or cleanse the windows and noticed after a few times that as she returned to her household, she would pause and look my way, partly as I was an object of curiosity locally, being a outsider trying to live amongst the locals rather than in a fancy expensive apartment or house.

She was improbable, long hairsbreadth and fairly average or even plain looking, not untempting but certainly not a sexy babe, and aged around 45.

One day as I was genuinely cleaning the windowpane wearing only a yoke 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 natural bm ?

Over the next week or so I tried unlike things 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 thong and wore that exterior whilst cleaning the windows, as she would clearly see my cheeks from behind. for certain enough, there was a much long 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 couple of steps without having to take care 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 raw with my cock swinging around dainty and delicate as I was so spooky and unsure of her reaction.

I could hear her footsteps approach the stair and watched the reflexion closely - she took a dyad of step into the balcony then stopped dead as she realised I had nothing on. I moved around a bit with my headland down 'being officious', so she could have a feel at my cock as well, and she did not move at first, then started moving plant spate around much Thomas More than was needed, as she continued to glance over at me frequently.

This continued for another brace of hebdomad, although she never came out more than common, but neither did she run indoors quickly so she was obviously interested in the survey but not obsessed with it.

I was of course getting so corneous every fourth dimension that I would go indoors afterwards and wank furiously at the idea of her enjoying a feeling at my cock, so lustfulness got the better of me not long afterwards.

Thankfully the summer 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 washables, going in and out of my lieu now and then, but still capable to sham to ignore the fact she was by now openly staring with her mouth afford, at what had by then grown into a lovely gruelling turncock - I even stopped and glanced down at it, stroking it a duet of metre 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 impact !

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 state of affairs but without any female tangency, and I must say that I enjoyed the feeling so much that I made sure it happened again several sentence over the side by side month.

She stared at my cock every time she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a twosome of prison term, so she must cause known I was mindful of her front, but I never waved or smiled at her just in case 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 gentlewoman who do n't want to seem over well-disposed with a man who does n't mouth the same language.

I had intended to fend and terminate myself off one day, but she changed her modus operandi during school holidays, and then the owner of my office decided to sell, so I moved elsewhere and had to a greater extent adventures, which I will publish about soon.

Finally, remember this is a dependable story and I know I could stimulate 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 connections for illustration, so it happened the way it happened.

Thanks for Reading, any comments or messages welcome .