First 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 talk the language and only had a couple of acquaintance locally.

I was in the centre of a city, living on the priming storey in a converted service department sticking out from the rear end of a row of apartment and houses. None of the flat above me could see my station, and there were only a couple of belittled senior high windowpane in the apartments behind me - an unusual site, but the heart were fully of a mix of old and new, and I was prosperous enough to have that privacy - I lived in more public blank space where things happened, but those are for future stories.

There was only one neighbouring house which overlooked my Windows, and due to a high wall, only one of their rooms with a pocket-sized chicken feed balcony had a comme il faut 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 presence, or regularly using the rear balcony doorway to go into the garden to either talking to a neighbour or knack washing out - I was not working at that clock time and so when it got warm I managed to get a rough musical theme of her turn.

I did n't have a garden, but used a folding apparel airer to flow my washing out, which was almost day by day due to the hotness and my habit of keeping myself busy by doing trivial bits of washing regularly.

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

When I saw her from indoors, I would go out and venture to hang out washing or clean the windows and noticed after a few fourth dimension that as she returned to her theatre, she would pause and bet my way, partly as I was an physical object of oddity locally, being a outlander trying to last amongst the locals rather than in a image expensive apartment or house.

She was tall, recollective 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 pair of boxers, 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 raw movements ?

Over the next calendar week or so I tried different things and sentence, and was trusted she was looking over at me intentionally, so I decided one day to up the bet a bit.

I had bought a G-string and wore that out-of-door whilst cleaning the Windows, as she would clearly see my cheeks from behind. Sure enough, there was a much longer pause 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 distich of measure without having to look in her direction.

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

The next time 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 nice and soft as I was so skittish and unsure of her reaction.

I could see her footsteps approach the stairs and watched the reflection closely - she took a couple of stone's throw into the balcony then stopped dead as she realised I had nothing on. I moved around a bit with my principal down 'being busybodied', so she could have got a look at my dick as well, and she did not move 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 yoke of workweek, 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 row getting so corneous every fourth dimension that I would go indoors afterwards and wank furiously at the idea of her enjoying a spirit at my rooster, so lust got the unspoilt of me not long afterwards.

Thankfully the summers are long and usually hot, so I waited a patch and then one day I walked outside when semi-hard and fiddled around with my washing, going in and out of my lieu now and then, but still able to pretend to push aside the fact she was by now openly staring with her mouth open, at what had by then grown into a lovely hard peter - 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 birth been shock !

I was so aflame 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 intimate situation but without any female contact, and I must say that I enjoyed the feeling so much that I made sure as shooting it happened again several times over the next month.

She stared at my tool every time she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a couple of times, so she must have known I was cognizant of her mien, 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 need to seem over friendly with a man who does n't utter the same language.

I had intended to stand and polish off myself off one day, but she changed her routine during school holidays, and then the proprietor of my place decided to sell, so I moved elsewhere and had more dangerous undertaking, which I will publish about soon.

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

Thanks for Reading, any comments or messages welcome .