First of all to set the scene - I was living on my own in a alien body politic in Eastern EC where I could n't really talk the language and only had a dyad of ally locally.

I was in the inwardness of a urban center, living on the ground flooring in a converted garage sticking out from the rear of a row of apartments and firm. None of the flats above me could see my place, and there were only a couple of small high windowpane in the apartments behind me - an unusual situation, but the nitty-gritty were full of a mix of old and new, and I was favourable enough to have that seclusion - I lived in more populace billet where things happened, but those are for next stories.

There was only one neighbouring house which overlooked my windowpane, and due to a highschool wall, only one of their way with a low crank balcony had a nice view.

I think the husband worked, as he was never around during the day, but I saw the wife going to the shops from the front, or regularly using the fundament balcony door to go into the garden to either talk to a neighbour or bent washing out - I was not working at that time and so when it got warmer I managed to get a rough theme of her turn.

I did n't have a garden, but used a fold up wearing apparel airer to hang my washing out, which was almost daily due to the heat and my substance abuse of keeping myself busy by doing footling bits of washing regularly.

When I was cleaning my windows one day I noticed that there was a bright thoughtfulness of the neighbours balcony which was almost like a mirror, and so I got to know the slant and positions from where I could get the scoop horizon without obviously looking.

When I saw her from indoors, I would go out and pretend to hang out washing or cleanse the windows and noticed after a few prison term that as she returned to her house, she would break and face my way, partly as I was an object of peculiarity locally, being a outlander trying to live amongst the locals rather than in a visualize expensive apartment or house.

She was marvellous, foresighted tomentum and fairly average or even plain looking, not unattractive but certainly not a aphrodisiac infant, and aged around 45.

One day as I was genuinely cleaning the windows wearing only a span of shortstop, 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 movements ?

Over the adjacent hebdomad or so I tried different things and times, and was sure she was looking over at me intentionally, so I decided one day to up the bet a bit.

I had bought a thong and wore that exterior whilst cleaning the windows, as she would clearly see my cheeks from behind. Sure enough, there was a much longer suspension and her head was clearly facing me as she had a expert tone, only stopping when I partially turned and walked back indoors, which I could do in a couple of stone's throw without having to look in her direction.

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

The next metre I saw her go outside, I went out to tinker with my washing, turning it around and bringing some indoors, but was totally au naturel with my cock swinging around nice and easy as I was so spooky and unsure of her reaction.

I could hear her footfall approach the steps and watched the reflection closely - she took a couple of steps into the balcony then stopped dead as she realised I had nada on. I moved around a bit with my head down 'being busy', so she could get a look at my cock as well, and she did not go 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 hebdomad, although she never came out more than common, but neither did she run indoors quickly so she was obviously concern in the aspect but not obsessed with it.

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

Thankfully the summertime are recollective and usually hot, so I waited a while and then one day I walked outside when semi-hard and fiddled around with my washing, going in and out of my place now and then, but still able to sham to brush off the fact she was by now openly staring with her oral fissure open, at what had by then grown into a lovely hard prick - I even stopped and glanced down at it, stroking it a couple of meter and wiping the drooling pre-cum off with a finger and licking it, all the while she was stood still, in what must own been electric shock !

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 contact, and I must say that I enjoyed the impression so much that I made sure it happened again respective times 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 yoke of meter, so she must have known I was aware of her presence, 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 ladies who do n't want to come out over friendly with a man who does n't speak the Lapp language.

I had intended to tolerate and finish myself off one day, but she changed her routine during school holidays, and then the owner of my place decided to sell, so I moved elsewhere and had More escapade, which I will write about soon.

Finally, commend this is a true write up and I know I could have tried to fuck her, she could have flashed her tits at me and so on, but there was no way of knowing if her husband had mafia connections for model, so it happened the way it happened.

Thanks for Reading, any scuttlebutt or messages welcome .