I didn’t have a garden, but used a folding clothes airer to hang 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. I could hear her footsteps approach the stairs and watched the reflection closely – she took a couple of steps into the balcony then stopped dead as she realised I had nothing on. 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. There was only one neighbouring house which overlooked my windows, and due to a high wall, only one of their rooms with a small glass balcony had a decent view. She stared at my cock every time she saw me out back, but I only glanced her way a couple of times, so she must have 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 orgasms afterwards,
