First of all to set the scene - 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 distich of friends locally.

I was in the centre of a metropolis, living on the solid ground floor in a converted garage sticking out from the nates of a row of flat and star sign. None of the flats above me could see my place, and there were only a duad of small high up window in the flat behind me - an unusual situation, but the centre were replete of a mix of old and new, and I was favorable enough to have that privacy - I lived in more public billet where things happened, but those are for future stories.

There was only one neighbouring household which overlooked my windowpane, and due to a high bulwark, only one of their rooms with a small glass balcony had a comme il faut 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 figurehead, or regularly using the hind end balcony room access to go into the garden to either public lecture to a neighbour or bent washing out - I was not working at that metre and so when it got warmer I managed to get a scratchy idea of her bit.

I did n't possess a garden, but used a foldable clothes airer to pay heed my washing out, which was almost daily due to the heat and my habit of keeping myself busy by doing niggling bits of washing regularly.

When I was cleaning my windows one day I noticed that there was a brainy reflection of the neighbor balcony which was almost like a mirror, and so I got to know the Angle and positions from where I could get the good view without obviously looking.

When I saw her from indoors, I would go out and venture to hang out washing or clean the windowpane and noticed after a few times that as she returned to her household, she would pause and reckon my way, partly as I was an aim of wonder locally, being a foreigner trying to live amongst the locals rather than in a fancy expensive flat or house.

She was marvelous, long hair and fairly modal or even plain looking, not unattractive but certainly not a sexy baby, and aged around 45.

One day as I was genuinely cleaning the windows wearing only a span of boxershorts, I noticed she stopped for longer in her balcony and fiddled with some flora, or was she only pretending, as it just did n't seem natural movements ?

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 stakes a bit.

I had bought a thong and wore that outside whilst cleaning the windows, as she would clearly see my boldness from behind. indisputable enough, there was a much longer pause and her head teacher was clearly facing me as she had a full look, only stopping when I partially turned and walked back indoors, which I could do in a couplet of steps without having to depend 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 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 naked with my tool swinging around squeamish and soft as I was so nervous and unsure of her reaction.

I could hear her footsteps approach the stairs and watched the reflexion closely - she took a couple of steps into the balcony then stopped dead as she realised I had nothing on. I moved around a bit with my head down 'being busy', so she could deliver a smell at my stopcock as well, and she did not move at first, then started moving industrial plant mess around much more than was needed, as she continued to peek over at me frequently.

This continued for another couplet 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 path getting so horny every fourth dimension that I would go indoors afterwards and wank furiously at the thought of her enjoying a looking at my cock, so lust got the better of me not long afterwards.

Thankfully the summertime are retentive and usually hot, so I waited a while and then one day I walked remote 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 lip open air, at what had by then grown into a lovely hard dick - I even stopped and glanced down at it, stroking it a twosome 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 wound up 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 inter-group communication, and I must say that I enjoyed the touch so much that I made sure it happened again several sentence over the side by side month.

She stared at my cock every metre she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a couple of sentence, so she must feature known I was cognisant of her presence, but I never waved or smiled at her just in case it scared her off, although I had amazing orgasm afterwards, every time.

When she saw me in the street she looked down and ignored me, which is not strange for married lady who do n't want to come out over friendly with a man who does n't speak the same language.

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

Finally, recall this is a true story and I know I could have tried to have it off her, she could have flashed her mammilla at me and so on, but there was no way of knowing if her husband had mafia connecter for exercise, so it happened the way it happened.

Thanks for Reading, any comments or subject matter welcome .