The Warehouse Washroom M/F/blowjobs/peeping

I had been working at it for months. The peephole was finally completed and now the halo jam was done. I admit it was a far fetched fantasy, but what the netherworld, it excited me into masturbation every fourth dimension I worked at it and that's all that mattered.

I am a chief in a huge storage warehouse. We hold imported goodness from all around the humans. Skids of Asian wicker and rattan palm furniture wrapped in gunny and piled high everywhere with channels for the forklifts. Some product almost forgotten in rows by the wall. near sent in from now defunct China companies that ended up at auction bridge. But until then it sat in the old part of the warehouse. About ten per centum of the building was sectioned for the role where all the so-called clean jobs were. With many stenos, accountants, role girl. The office staff closed at five pm while the storage warehouse was a 24 hr operation.

I schedule myself different hours and some late Nox shift too. It was when I was looking to re-organize some of the traffic period of merchandise that I got the brainwave. I was studying a plan of the old building and noticed that the office staff joined against the idle part of our warehouse and the bathrooms for us and them were actually adjoining on the Saami wall. A men 's washroom our side of meat abutting the gentlewoman room on their incline.

I took the design into our washroom and saw that the layouts were the same except reversed. We had six urinals on one position, then four stable opposite a long retort with two sink and computer memory. The storage room was kept locked to forbid pilferage of supplies. Our storage warehouse last stall was directly beside the women 's washroom's last carrell !

The office English had another small washroom for the men too and their cubicle adjoined our storage room. But the large washroom accommodated the many women working in the place with seven stalls and several cesspit.

My approximation was dewy-eyed, instead of going into our washroom and just whacking off while dreaming of those chicks in the office staff every day, I'd take aim some time and carefully work a peek gob into the other side. I had lot of fourth dimension and the secrecy to do it. Even then it took me a long time because I had to go into the office side of meat late night to pinpoint the chirrup maw in the Lady lowest kiosk and gain sure it wasn't detectable.

On my slope, I attached an old laminated safety poster over the hole in our wall, easily twisted aside to chirp into the women's area. It worked well and I could sneak into our warehouse washroom, act aside the charge plate poster and see a young woman at the cesspool. Very tiny view because of the two layers of paries to go through. I eventually removed the detachment and actually cut out the voiced rampart on our side, so I could get my eye right up against their paries. Wow ! It worked great. It was amazing how well a flyspeck hole can be seen through.

Of row you know I got carried away with my new peephole and started imagining poking one in the wall within our warehouse last stalling, into their office last carrell. That was soon accomplish but didn't work out too well because it seemed the girls in the part used any of their first carrell but not that net one. Nevertheless I wanted to be prepared and worked away at that paries. Finally removing all the insulation and leaving only the slight drywall with a pinhole. I could now see perfectly who was in that room by pressing my eye up to my initiatory petite yap and when in our last stall, could attend right in to see a woman sitting on the toilet.

And you know I got carried away with my lust and couldn't resist by then so took the next step and cut a nice round beer can sized hole in that wall. Immediately regretted how pillock it was and went into their side at Night and patched the bulwark in their live on stall, with a minuscule piece of rhombus shaped plywood. I screwed it into the rampart at the top so it hung loosely over the muddle, and attached a broken screw at the bottom, as if it had been screwed into the wall and had come loose. Even poked a hole where the roll in the hay might stimulate been.

All anyone needed to do was slide the wood opus aside to face into the warehouse washroom. Of course when you are crazed sex junky, you believe that every woman in the agency side of meat is wanting to count into the warehouse toilets to see dirty old cocks ! Haha Nevertheless it was what I did. I could even manipulate it from our side of meat ! But I needed to hide my handwork and attached another gravid flat piece of Grant Wood on our side so it would just look like repaired damage. But by removing the plywood, I could brook close to that wall and slip my cock through my buck private glorification fix ! This provided me with lovelyl phantasy of having oral sex with any of the women from the part incline and resulted in quick and well-fixed sexual climax for me through the day when I could err in and imagine.

And the occasions when I brought paperwork to the office, I checked out all the chicks working there, who by the way never gave me a back look.

So now I checked the cleaning lady's side one nighttime, and discovered that a female child could see right into our side as well if our washroom light were on and if I had the plywood twisted just right. It just looked like the sparkle were from a crevice in the wall when viewed from the lady's side of meat. But a woman could glance in if curious about the lightness to see into the net stall on our side.

So one day, almost at 5 pm I was there, peeking through my master copy peep mess and saw a plump girl named sortie washing and primping her hair. I quickly ducked into our endure stall and flushed our pot, getting back to the first off chirrup hollow in time to see Sally listening to the phone, then quietly enter the final stage stall in her washroom. I also went into OUR shoemaker's last carrel and I think we even locked the stand room access at the same time !

Now of course I had a raging erection from imagining what COULD encounter and began whacking it. In front of that twisted piece of plywood when I heard a scar on her side and love she had pushed the wood patch aside. I had no idea if she had discovered her hole behind the plywood earlier. But I knew she was watching my cock now and I masturbated for her, marrow throbbing and thinking she was getting a cheap thrill and didn't even know who I was ! All she could see from her side was a raging cock anxious to spirt ! I was getting a fabulous shiver and came in seconds. Heard the patch slide back and got to the chirp maw in time to see her exiting the washroom with a glance back.

That was such a great aphrodisiacal moment. I stayed belated that evening to stop up some piece of work, but also to shit the peek maw magnanimous and more mask and to constitute the kiosk hole better and more secreted from both slope.

The adjacent day I took a later break and was in the washroom again, peeking through the peephole. Of course none of my prole bitched about me taking a crap at that time because it left them to unwind without me. I had a good crew and they worked well on their own.

sallying forth entered. Went about her business, washing her hands. Then she checked the door and quickly stepped into her incline final stall. I was already there. Waiting with a huge difficult erecting, all from anticipation. I stood there slowly stroking and heard the tranquillize chip of the woods patch on her side. Then leaned closer to my paries so my cock would be all seeable to her rum eyes. Hard and tense. I almost came from thinking about her looking and wondered if she fingered herself there but was afraid to duck down and look !

I whacked off again for her and came in seconds. This went on for a hale week, me waiting in our washroom every afternoon and her checking her side of meat before she went dwelling.

Then one time I could not resist and leaned very close to the now opened hole between our walls, turning my body so my cock was pointing directly at her. My nitty-gritty was thumping and my cock was throbbing, because now I was acknowledging that I knew she was there ! To my surprise and joy, Sally's manicured finger came through that hole and I stared at it dumbfounded for a long moment before lust directed me in bitchiness of the awe of losing my job.

I moved closer and brought my tool within an inch of that hole, The finger's breadth reached out and touched it ! I was stunned. No way I would have really thought a woman would ever contact me through the hole. But she did, and actually started trying to pull my cock closer until I could resist no longer and slowly threaded it through the muddle. I felt her stroking me gently, with one finger at first. Then two, until her mitt closed around my cock and I was in ecstasy with her action at law ! Barely holding off cumming right away. And pressing myself voiceless against the bulwark so my whole 7 inches was pulsing on her incline !

Then I felt a lick and knew it was a tongue. She took me into her sass and began softly sucking. Letting her lingua run along the underside as she pushed her mouth over it. Even holding it all in there while it pulsed with its own agitation ! It was like she loved my peter and I came in moments. Trying to suppress a moan but letting it out anyway. She stayed on it until my cock stopped pumping. I withdrew and heard her slue the maculation closed. I was stunned and moved to the peep maw to see Sally rinsing out her mouth and straighten herself before leaving.

I was wondering if my fantasy had got the considerably of me and it had not really happened. But yes, as I looked down at my still heavy cock, I realized I had been blown by a woman and she had no idea who I was. What a charge !

And you know my chief was spinning from the reality of turning from a dream to a hard lovely concupiscent fact ! My wild fantasy was enacted and rattling. And became a daily affair. My 5 o'clock muff job. She never tried to fuck my turncock even though I once dropped a condom through the kettle of fish. She just gave me the odoriferous, most enthusiastic blowjob every day.

I never did reach her or let on that I knew it was her when I had occasion to go into the chief office, not that I wasn't trying to forecast out elbow room to bring it up, but she seemed content with simply giving grand foreland to a mysterious rooster every day.

This lasted for several month until she moved on to another job. And cipher new has happened there so far.

But I keep trying. And whacking off with the retentivity of the lust and the hope that something new will go forth.

And it did. It occurred to me that the plans showed our computer memory room against the men's side office washroom. Only three stalls their side of meat. That night I checked out the finish booth from the office English. Drilled a tiny golf hole for bearings and checked it out. Yes, I had ledge warhead in my storage room but easily moved them slightly and was able to get in behind them. Ok because I knew a few of the male person in the offices, I thought well maybe, two of those cat were gay. So. I I was affected role. tenacious tale shortsighted, I ended up with the same access as my first glory hole. And another pin yap enabled me to see into the men's washroom too. Just to preserve an eye out.

And yes, my study and alertness paid off. About a calendar month later I watch a untested guy washing up, and he entered his last carrel. I think he must receive known about kettle of fish in washroom stalls because it took him only a moment to slew away the wood opus. Look through and see my cock in full peak. He couldn't see into my part well so I just stood like I was peeing as if it was innocent. But knew he was watching. And my cock was throbbing with anticipation ! I stroked it gently and turned slightly, exposing the fact that I knew he was there. And yes, his finger flicked through the hole as I moved closer. Until I was letting him relate it. Somehow, even though I am not gay, it was a howling feeling and my warmness was pounding.

His digit caressed under the mind and I was compelled to let it through that fix. Oh may gawd, his mouth was on my pecker in a secondment and it only took a few mouthfuls from him to make me number ! I was spinning with fervor. My girl was gone in that glory hole but here was an expert mouth in this new one !

I said I was not gay but about a calendar week later, after having four blowjob from that guy. I was waiting again but a unlike man came into the way and my friend left abruptly. I watched thinking he would come back when the early left, but that man came into the last stand. And just stood still a long moment. I wondered what he was doing until I heard the wood scrape aside and a large putz pushed through the bulwark.

I am not gay, but had to contact it as it was so freak hard ! Pulsing and twitching in my hand. I was fascinated with it until I stooped before the glory muddle and took the turncock into my mouth. It had no discernment or smell but was warm and pleasant. And yes I began sucking it the Same as I had been sucked. If you are going to suck a cock, at least do the practiced job you can ! It only took him a present moment until he made a gurgling sound and exploded in my mouth. I would never have believed it but yes it was totally expectant and I liked it. He zipped up and went quickly out.

I stood there in disbelief, and knew I would now pay for this job if asked ! My days were getting better than ever.

And it wasn't long after that a man from the office staff side asked if his acquaintance might get a warehouse job. He said the kid was a hard prole and could play along instruction. He would do anything he was told. There might take been a wink in his eye, but the lad head start oeuvre with me next week.

And you know I am thankful because I worked hard to play it all about and glad I took advantage of my tug sexy fancy ! And how they were expanding. I still have some metre about once a week for my married woman and all is well. And I don't have to check pornography on my computer anymore !

Maxam