first base of all to set the scene - I was living on my own in a foreign nation in Eastern Europe where I could n't really speak the linguistic process and only had a couple of supporter locally.

I was in the marrow of a city, living on the ground story in a commute garage sticking out from the posterior of a row of apartments and menage. None of the flats above me could see my piazza, and there were only a couple of small luxuriously windows in the apartments behind me - an unusual site, but the marrow were full phase of the moon of a mix of old and new, and I was lucky enough to have that privacy - I lived in more public home where things happened, but those are for futurity stories.

There was only one neighbouring family which overlooked my windows, and due to a high paries, only one of their rooms with a pocket-size chicken feed balcony had a seemly view.

I think the husband 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 threshold to go into the garden to either lecture to a neighbour or hang washing out - I was not working at that sentence and so when it got warmer I managed to get a rough out idea of her routine.

I did n't have a garden, but used a folding clothes airer to hang my washing out, which was almost day-after-day due to the heating system and my habit of keeping myself interfering by doing little bits of washing regularly.

When I was cleaning my windowpane one day I noticed that there was a brilliant expression of the neighbours balcony which was almost like a mirror, and so I got to know the angles and office from where I could get the good view without obviously looking.

When I saw her from indoors, I would go out and pretend to hang out washing or clean the windows and noticed after a few metre that as she returned to her house, she would pause and front my way, partly as I was an target of curiosity locally, being a outlander trying to hold up amongst the locals rather than in a see expensive apartment or house.

She was tall, long hairsbreadth and fairly mean or even plain looking, not unattractive but certainly not a aphrodisiac babe, 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 plants, or was she only pretending, as it just did n't look natural apparent motion ?

Over the next week 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 tenacious pause and her head 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 yoke of steps without having to calculate 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 next prison term I saw her go outside, I went out to shrink from with my washing, turning it around and bringing some indoors, but was totally naked with my cock swinging around prissy and soft as I was so nervous and unsure of her reaction.

I could take heed her footfall approach the stairs and watched the expression closely - she took a couple of steps into the balcony then stopped stagnant as she realised I had nothing on. I moved around a bit with my head down 'being fussy', so she could have a look at my cock as well, and she did not make a motion at first, then started moving plant life pots around much more than was needed, as she continued to glint over at me frequently.

This continued for another twosome of week, although she never came out more than usual, but neither did she run indoors quickly so she was obviously worry in the view but not obsessed with it.

I was of form getting so corneous every time that I would go indoors afterwards and wank furiously at the theme of her enjoying a look at my cock, so thirst 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 alfresco when semi-hard and fiddled around with my washing, going in and out of my place now and then, but still able to pretend to dismiss the fact she was by now openly staring with her back talk 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 clip 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 have been 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 berth but without any female impinging, and I must say that I enjoyed the feeling so a great deal that I made certain it happened again several sentence over the future month.

She stared at my cock every time she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a twain of times, 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 coming afterwards, every time.

When she saw me in the street she looked down and ignored me, which is not unusual for marital noblewoman who do n't want to appear over friendly with a man who does n't verbalize the same language.

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

Finally, recollect this is a dead on target report and I know I could experience tried to have it away her, she could have flashed her teat at me and so on, but there was no way of knowing if her married man had mafia connective for object lesson, so it happened the way it happened.

Thanks for reading, any comment or messages welcome .