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

I was in the nerve center of a city, living on the earth story in a converted service department sticking out from the rear of a row of apartments and theater. None of the flats above me could see my place, and there were only a dyad of small high windowpane in the apartment behind me - an strange state of affairs, but the centres were full of a mix of old and new, and I was favourable enough to have that concealment - I lived in more public places where thing happened, but those are for future stories.

There was only one neighbouring home which overlooked my windowpane, and due to a high paries, only one of their rooms with a diminished glass balcony had a seemly view.

I think the husband 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 ass balcony door to go into the garden to either talking to a neighbour or knack washing out - I was not working at that time and so when it got warmer I managed to get a rough idea of her routine.

I did n't sustain a garden, but used a folding clothes airer to hang my washing out, which was almost daily due to the estrus and my substance abuse of keeping myself meddlesome by doing small bits of washing regularly.

When I was cleaning my windows one day I noticed that there was a brilliant reflection of the neighbor balcony which was almost like a mirror, and so I got to cognise 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 venture to fall out washing or clean the windows and noticed after a few times that as she returned to her theatre, she would pause and look my way, partly as I was an object of curiosity locally, being a foreigner trying to endure amongst the local anaesthetic rather than in a fancy expensive apartment or house.

She was tall, yearn hair's-breadth and fairly average or even plain looking, not unattractive but certainly not a sexy sister, and aged around 45.

One day as I was genuinely cleaning the Windows wearing only a pair of short, I noticed she stopped for longer in her balcony and fiddled with some industrial plant, or was she only pretending, as it just did n't appear born movements ?

Over the next week or so I tried different thing and clip, 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 windowpane, as she would clearly see my cheeks from behind. sure as shooting enough, there was a much farsighted pause and her head was clearly facing me as she had a secure smell, only stopping when I partially turned and walked back indoors, which I could do in a couple of steps without having to look in her direction.

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

The next clock time I saw her go outside, I went out to fiddle with my washing, turning it around and bringing some indoors, but was totally nude with my cock swinging around nice and diffuse 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 twain of whole tone into the balcony then stopped dead as she realised I had nothing on. I moved around a bit with my heading down 'being busy', so she could have a look at my pecker as well, and she did not move at first, then started moving industrial plant pile around much Sir Thomas More than was needed, as she continued to glance over at me frequently.

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

I was of course getting so aroused every time that I would go indoors afterwards and wank furiously at the idea of her enjoying a spirit at my cock, so lust got the better of me not long afterwards.

Thankfully the summers are long and usually hot, so I waited a while and then one day I walked outdoors when semi-hard and fiddled around with my wash, going in and out of my topographic point now and then, but still able to sham to ignore the fact she was by now openly staring with her sassing open, at what had by then grown into a lovely hard cock - I even stopped and glanced down at it, stroking it a couple 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 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 distaff striking, and I must say that I enjoyed the touch so much that I made surely it happened again respective times over the following month.

She stared at my turncock every time she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a couple of times, so she must give birth known I was aware 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 conjoin dame who do n't want to appear over friendly with a man who does n't verbalise the like language.

I had intended to stand and cease myself off one day, but she changed her function during shoal holiday, and then the owner of my place decided to sell, so I moved elsewhere and had Sir Thomas More adventures, which I will pen about soon.

Finally, remember this is a true story and I know I could cause tried to fuck her, she could have flashed her pap at me and so on, but there was no way of knowing if her husband had mafia connective for example, so it happened the way it happened.

Thanks for meter reading, any comment or content welcome .