number 1 of all to set the shot - I was living on my own in a foreign country in Eastern European Economic Community where I could n't really speak the oral communication and only had a couple of friends locally.

I was in the centre of a urban center, living on the ground trading floor in a reborn garage sticking out from the back of a row of apartment and houses. None of the flats above me could see my piazza, and there were only a pair of small high window in the apartment behind me - an unusual situation, but the centres were full phase of the moon of a mix of old and new, and I was lucky enough to own that concealment - I lived in more public places where matter happened, but those are for future stories.

There was only one neighbouring house which overlooked my window, and due to a high paries, only one of their rooms with a pocket-sized 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 store from the front, or regularly using the derriere balcony door to go into the garden to either talk to a neighbour or hang washing out - I was not working at that time and so when it got warmer I managed to get a rough idea of her turn.

I did n't induce a garden, but used a foldable dress airer to hang my washing out, which was almost daily due to the high temperature and my use of keeping myself in use by doing little bits of washing regularly.

When I was cleaning my windows one day I noticed that there was a vivid reflectivity of the neighbours balcony which was almost like a mirror, and so I got to bed the angles and lieu from where I could get the dear prospect without obviously looking.

When I saw her from indoors, I would go out and feign to fall out washing or clean the windows and noticed after a few metre that as she returned to her house, she would break and look my way, partly as I was an physical object of curiosity locally, being a outsider trying to exist amongst the local anesthetic rather than in a illusion expensive apartment or house.

She was tall, long hair and fairly mediocre or even plain looking, not untempting but certainly not a sexy infant, and aged around 45.

One day as I was genuinely cleaning the Windows wearing only a twain 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 appear natural drive ?

Over the adjacent 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 stake a bit.

I had bought a flip-flop and wore that outside whilst cleaning the window, as she would clearly see my nerve from behind. certain 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 duo of steps without having to look in her direction.

I wore the G-string for a 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 nervous and unsure of her reaction.

I could hear her footsteps approach the stairs and watched the reflection closely - she took a couple of steps into the balcony then stopped utter as she realised I had nothing on. I moved around a bit with my head down 'being meddlesome', so she could ingest a look at my cock as well, and she did not affect at first, then started moving plant stack around much more than 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 common, 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 turned on every clip that I would go indoors afterwards and wank furiously at the idea of her enjoying a look at my rooster, so hunger got the right of me not long afterwards.

Thankfully the summers are foresighted and usually hot, so I waited a spell and then one day I walked extraneous when semi-hard and fiddled around with my washing, going in and out of my situation 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 arduous stopcock - I even stopped and glanced down at it, stroking it a span of multiplication 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 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 office but without any female impinging, and I must say that I enjoyed the feeling so much that I made for certain it happened again several times over the next month.

She stared at my cock every time she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a duo of metre, so she must have got known I was cognizant of her mien, but I never waved or smiled at her just in casing it scared her off, although I had amazing coming afterwards, every time.

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

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

Finally, call up this is a true story and I know I could have tried to fuck her, she could bear flashed her tit 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 .