First of all to set the scenery - I was living on my own in a foreign nation in Eastern Europe where I could n't really speak the speech communication and only had a duo of friend locally.

I was in the centre of a urban center, living on the ground floor in a converted garage sticking out from the rear of a row of apartments and household. None of the flatcar above me could see my station, and there were only a span of small high up Windows in the apartments behind me - an unusual office, but the meat were full-of-the-moon of a mix of old and new, and I was prosperous enough to have that privateness - I lived in more public places where things happened, but those are for future stories.

There was only one neighbouring firm which overlooked my window, and due to a high wall, only one of their way with a small-scale glass balcony had a decent view.

I think the married man worked, as he was never around during the day, but I saw the married woman going to the store from the movement, or regularly using the rear balcony door to go into the garden to either talk to a neighbor or hang washing out - I was not working at that time and so when it got affectionate I managed to get a fierce idea of her routine.

I did n't feature a garden, but used a folding clothes airer to fall my washing out, which was almost daily due to the heat energy and my drug abuse of keeping myself busy by doing little mo of washing regularly.

When I was cleaning my window one day I noticed that there was a glorious manifestation of the neighbour balcony which was almost like a mirror, and so I got to know the angles and positions from where I could get the best sentiment without obviously looking.

When I saw her from indoors, I would go out and make 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 look my way, partly as I was an physical object of curiosity locally, being a outsider trying to hold out amongst the locals rather than in a fancy expensive apartment or house.

She was magniloquent, yearn 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 couplet 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 campaign ?

Over the adjacent hebdomad 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. sure enough, there was a much longer suspension 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 duad of steps without having to attend in her direction.

I wore the lash 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 play with my washing, turning it around and bringing some indoors, but was totally bare with my putz swinging around nice and soft as I was so uneasy and unsure of her reaction.

I could hear her footsteps approach the step and watched the reflection closely - she took a yoke of steps into the balcony then stopped short as she realised I had null on. I moved around a bit with my head down 'being busy', so she could consume a look at my cock as well, and she did not strike at first, then started moving plant green goddess around much more than was needed, as she continued to glance over at me frequently.

This continued for another pair of weeks, 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 grade getting so horny every fourth dimension that I would go indoors afterwards and wank furiously at the idea of her enjoying a look at my stopcock, so crave got the easily of me not long afterwards.

Thankfully the summertime are retentive and usually hot, so I waited a patch and then one day I walked external when semi-hard and fiddled around with my wash, going in and out of my shoes now and then, but still able to affect to cut the fact she was by now openly staring with her mouth open, at what had by then grown into a lovely hard cock - I even stopped and glanced down at it, stroking it a twain of prison term 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 jolt !

I was so brace 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 billet but without any female person touch, and I must say that I enjoyed the impression so much that I made sure it happened again respective times over the next month.

She stared at my hammer every time she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a couple of times, so she must deliver known I was aware of her presence, but I never waved or smiled at her just in grammatical 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 desire to appear over friendly with a man who does n't speak the same language.

I had intended to abide and finish myself off one day, but she changed her procedure during school day holidays, and then the proprietor of my place decided to trade, so I moved elsewhere and had more adventures, which I will drop a line about soon.

Finally, remember this is a reliable story and I know I could sustain tried to fuck her, she could have got flashed her tit at me and so on, but there was no way of knowing if her husband had mafia connections for exercise, so it happened the way it happened.

Thanks for reading material, any gossip or messages welcome .