low gear of all to set the scene - I was living on my own in a alien land in Eastern Europe where I could n't really verbalise the oral communication and only had a span of admirer locally.

I was in the heart of a city, living on the ground flooring in a convince garage sticking out from the can of a row of flat and houses. None of the flats above me could see my position, and there were only a duad of little high windows in the flat behind me - an unusual post, but the centres were entire of a mix of old and new, and I was prosperous enough to have that privacy - I lived in more public places where thing happened, but those are for future tense stories.

There was only one neighbouring business firm which overlooked my windows, and due to a high wall, only one of their rooms with a small glass balcony had a decent 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 front, or regularly using the rear balcony threshold to go into the garden to either talk of the town to a neighbor or hang washing out - I was not working at that meter and so when it got strong I managed to get a grating mind of her subroutine.

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

When I was cleaning my windows one day I noticed that there was a brainy reflection of the neighbour balcony which was almost like a mirror, and so I got to sleep with the angles and positions from where I could get the best 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 time that as she returned to her house, she would pause and look my way, partly as I was an object of curiosity locally, being a outsider trying to hold up amongst the local rather than in a fancy expensive apartment or house.

She was tall, yearn hair and fairly average or even plain looking, not unattractive but certainly not a sexy infant, and aged around 45.

One day as I was genuinely cleaning the window wearing only a pair of boxershorts, I noticed she stopped for longer in her balcony and fiddled with some plant life, or was she only pretending, as it just did n't seem lifelike apparent motion ?

Over the next calendar week or so I tried different things and clip, and was sure as shooting 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. for certain enough, there was a much retentive pause and her promontory was clearly facing me as she had a good looking, only stopping when I partially turned and walked back indoors, which I could do in a twain of steps without having to look in her direction.

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

The succeeding time I saw her go outside, I went out to tamper with my lavation, turning it around and bringing some indoors, but was totally au naturel with my stopcock swinging around nice and balmy as I was so nervous and unsure of her reaction.

I could pick up her footsteps approach the stairs and watched the reflectivity closely - she took a couple of steps into the balcony then stopped short as she realised I had nothing on. I moved around a bit with my head down 'being in use', so she could cause a looking at my cock as well, and she did not propel at first, then started moving plant mint around much More than was needed, as she continued to glance over at me frequently.

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

I was of path getting so horny every meter that I would go indoors afterwards and wank furiously at the idea of her enjoying a feel at my cock, so lust got the better of me not long afterwards.

Thankfully the summer are farsighted and usually hot, so I waited a piece and then one day I walked away when semi-hard and fiddled around with my washables, going in and out of my stead now and then, but still able-bodied to sham to ignore the fact she was by now openly staring with her mouth open, at what had by then grown into a lovely concentrated cock - I even stopped and glanced down at it, stroking it a distich of times and wiping the drooling pre-cum off with a fingerbreadth 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 intimate post but without any female contact, and I must say that I enjoyed the tactile sensation so practically that I made sure it happened again several sentence over the adjacent 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 induce 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 orgasm afterwards, every time.

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

I had intended to stick out and finish myself off one day, but she changed her turn during shoal holidays, and then the possessor of my place decided to sell, so I moved elsewhere and had more adventures, which I will write about soon.

Finally, call up this is a true story and I know I could receive tried to fuck her, she could have flashed her breast at me and so on, but there was no way of knowing if her husband had mafia connections for illustration, so it happened the way it happened.

Thanks for reading, any comments or substance welcome .