The storage warehouse Washroom M/F/blowjobs/peeping

I had been working at it for calendar month. The peephole was finally completed and now the resplendence hole was done. I admit it was a far bring fancy, but what the hell, it excited me into masturbation every fourth dimension I worked at it and that's all that mattered.

I am a boss in a vast warehouse. We hold imported commodity from all around the universe. skid of Asiatic wicker and rattan furniture wrapped in gunny and piled high everywhere with channels for the forklifts. Some product almost forgotten in quarrel by the walls. Good sent in from now defunct People's Republic of China society that ended up at auction. But until then it sat in the old division of the warehouse. About ten per centum of the building was sectioned for the offices where all the so-called uncontaminating jobs were. With many stenos, accountants, bureau girlfriend. The office closed at five pm while the warehouse was a 24 hr operation.

I schedule myself unlike hours and some late night shifts too. It was when I was looking to re-organize some of the traffic flow of merchandise that I got the brainwave. I was studying a plan of the old edifice and noticed that the billet joined against the unused function of our storage warehouse and the lav for us and them were actually adjoining on the Saame wall. A men 's washroom our side of meat abutting the ladies room on their incline.

I took the plans into our washroom and saw that the layouts were the same except reversed. We had six urinals on one side, then four kiosk opposite a long counter with two swallow hole and storage. The computer storage way was kept locked to preclude pilferage of supply. Our warehouse in conclusion stall was directly beside the women 's washroom's last stall !

The office side had another small washroom for the men too and their booth adjoined our store room. But the great washroom accommodated the many adult female working in the function with seven kiosk and several sinks.

My idea was simple, instead of going into our washroom and just whacking off while dreaming of those wench in the office every day, I'd take some time and carefully make a peep golf hole into the other side. I had bunch of clock time and the secrecy to do it. Even then it took me a long time because I had to go into the authority side late night to pinpoint the cheep hole in the ladies last-place stand and make sure it wasn't noticeable.

On my side of meat, I attached an old laminated refuge notice over the hole in our wall, easily twisted aside to cheep into the charwoman's area. It worked well and I could sneak into our warehouse washroom, move aside the plastic post-horse and see a girl at the cesspool. Very tiny position because of the two bed of wall to go through. I eventually removed the insulation and actually cut out the soft wall on our English, so I could get my eye right up against their wall. Wow ! It worked great. It was amazing how well a bantam golf 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 stall, into their office last carrel. That was soon accomplished but didn't workplace out too well because it seemed the girls in the office used any of their first stable but not that concluding one. Nevertheless I wanted to be prepared and worked away at that wall. Finally removing all the insulation and leaving only the lean wallboard with a pinhole. I could now see perfectly who was in that elbow room by pressing my eye up to my foremost tiny hole and when in our live stall, could look 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 measure and cut a nice round beer can sized hole in that rampart. Immediately regretted how stupid it was and went into their side of meat at Night and patched the wall in their hold out sales booth, with a small piece of adamant shaped plyboard. I screwed it into the paries at the top so it hung loosely over the maw, and attached a humiliated roll in the hay at the hind end, as if it had been screwed into the rampart and had come loose. Even poked a hole where the screw might throw been.

All anyone needed to do was slide the wood firearm aside to search into the warehouse washroom. Of trend when you are crazed sex addict, you believe that every fair sex in the federal agency side is wanting to look into the warehouse toilets to see dirty old tool ! Haha Nevertheless it was what I did. I could even pull wires it from our face ! But I needed to hide my handicraft and attached another expectant matted piece of Wood on our side so it would just look like indemnify damage. But by removing the plyboard, I could digest close to that wall and slue my cock through my private halo hole ! This provided me with lovelyl fantasies of having oral sex with any of the womanhood from the office side and resulted in straightaway and loose orgasms for me through the day when I could slip in and imagine.

And the juncture when I brought paperwork to the offices, I checked out all the dame working there, who by the way never gave me a second look.

So now I checked the womanhood's side one night, and discovered that a girl 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 lights were from a offer in the paries when viewed from the ma'am's side. But a woman could peek in if curious about the light to see into the last stall on our side.

So one day, almost at 5 pm I was there, peeking through my original chirrup maw and saw a plump daughter named Sally washing and primping her hair. I quickly ducked into our finish stall and flushed our john, getting back to the foremost peek hole in meter to see Sally listening to the phone, then quietly enter the lowest stand in her washroom. I also went into OUR hold out stand and I think we even locked the booth doors at the same time !

Now of path I had a raging erection from imagining what COULD pass and began whacking it. In front man of that twisted piece of plyboard when I heard a scrape on her side of meat and have intercourse she had pushed the Ellen Price Wood patch aside. I had no idea if she had discovered her trap behind the plywood earlier. But I knew she was watching my cock now and I masturbated for her, heart pounding and thinking she was getting a tatty thrill and didn't even know who I was ! All she could see from her side was a raging cock dying to spurt ! I was getting a fabulous chill and came in indorsement. Heard the mend slide back and got to the cheep hole in sentence to see her exiting the washroom with a glance back.

That was such a great sexy moment. I stayed late that evening to terminate up some work, but also to make the peep mess larger and more mask and to do the stall muddle better and more secreted from both sides.

The next day I took a late break and was in the washroom again, peeking through the peephole. Of course none of my workers bitched about me taking a turd at that meter because it left them to slack without me. I had a estimable gang and they worked well on their own.

Sally entered. Went about her business, washing her hands. Then she checked the room access and quickly stepped into her side live on stall. I was already there. Waiting with a huge severe hard-on, all from prevision. I stood there slowly stroking and heard the quiet scrap of the wood patch on her side. Then leaned closemouthed to my wall so my cock would be all visible to her curious eyes. Hard and tense. I almost came from thinking about her looking and wondered if she fingered herself there but was afraid to dodge down and depend !

I whacked off again for her and came in seconds. This went on for a unscathed week, me waiting in our washroom every good afternoon and her checking her slope before she went home.

Then one sentence I could not resist and leaned very close to the now open kettle of fish between our wall, turning my physical structure so my cock was pointing directly at her. My heart was thumping and my cock was throbbing, because now I was acknowledging that I knew she was there ! To my surprise and delight, sally's manicured finger came through that hole and I stared at it dumbfounded for a long instant before lust directed me in spite of the fears of losing my job.

I moved closer and brought my cock 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 touch on me through the hole. But she did, and actually started trying to rive my peter closer until I could resist no longer and slowly threaded it through the hole. I felt her stroking me gently, with one digit at initiative. Then two, until her hand closed around my cock and I was in Adam with her action ! Barely holding off cumming right away. And pressing myself hard against the wall so my whole 7 column inch was pulsing on her side !

Then I felt a lick and knew it was a tongue. She took me into her mouthpiece and began softly sucking. Letting her clapper run along the underside as she pushed her mouth over it. Even holding it all in there while it pulsed with its own excitement ! It was like she loved my cock and I came in moment. Trying to repress a groan but letting it out anyway. She stayed on it until my cock stopped pumping. I withdrew and heard her slew the plot of land closed. I was stunned and moved to the peep maw to see Sally rinsing out her mouthpiece and straighten out herself before leaving.

I was wondering if my phantasy had got the better of me and it had not really happened. But yes, as I looked down at my still knockout tool, I realized I had been blown by a woman and she had no idea who I was. What a frisson !

And you know my promontory was spinning from the reality of turning from a dream to a intemperate lovely concupiscent fact ! My wild fantasy was enacted and grand. And became a day-by-day affair. My 5 o'clock blow job. She never tried to fuck my cock even though I once dropped a condom through the golf hole. She just gave me the honeyed, most enthusiastic blowjob every day.

I never did contact her or let on that I knew it was her when I had juncture to go into the main office, not that I wasn't trying to fancy out ways to take it up, but she seemed content with simply giving wonderful head to a occult cock every day.

This lasted for several calendar month until she moved on to another job. And nothing new has happened there so far.

But I keep trying. And whacking off with the retentivity of the lust and the Bob Hope that something new will egress.

And it did. It occurred to me that the program showed our storage room against the men's face office washroom. Only three horse barn their side. That night I checked out the last stall from the post side. Drilled a tiny hole for heading and checked it out. Yes, I had shelves load in my computer storage elbow room but easily moved them slightly and was able to get in behind them. Ok because I knew a few of the male in the federal agency, I thought well maybe, two of those guy cable were gay. So. I I was patient. Long account short, I ended up with the same admission as my inaugural glory hole. And another pin hole enabled me to see into the men's washroom too. Just to continue an eye out.

And yes, my oeuvre and vigilance paid off. About a month later I watch a untried guy washing up, and he entered his last sales booth. I think he must have known about holes in washroom stalls because it took him only a here and now to slide away the forest piece. expression through and see my cock in full peak. He couldn't see into my constituent well so I just stood like I was peeing as if it was sinless. 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 digit flicked through the hole as I moved closer. Until I was letting him touch it. Somehow, even though I am not gay, it was a wonderful feeling and my spunk was pounding.

His finger's breadth caressed under the principal and I was compelled to let it through that hole. Oh may gawd, his mouth was on my cock in a endorse and it only took a few mouthfuls from him to make me come ! I was spinning with excitement. My fille was gone in that resplendency hole but here was an practiced oral cavity in this new one !

I said I was not gay but about a calendar week later, after having four cock sucking from that guy. I was waiting again but a different man came into the way and my admirer left abruptly. I watched thinking he would come back when the other left wing, but that man came into the last booth. And just stood still a long moment. I wondered what he was doing until I heard the Ellen Price Wood mark aside and a large stopcock pushed through the wall.

I am not gay, but had to touch it as it was so freak hard ! Pulsing and twitching in my hand. I was fascinated with it until I stooped before the glory hole and took the peter into my mouth. It had no taste or feel but was warm and pleasant. And yes I began sucking it the Saame as I had been sucked. If you are going to breastfeed a rooster, at least do the best job you can ! It only took him a moment until he made a ripple audio and exploded in my backtalk. I would never have believed it but yes it was totally slap-up and I liked it. He zipped up and went quickly out.

I stood there in incredulity, 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 spot side asked if his friend might get a warehouse job. He said the kid was a hard worker and could accompany counsel. He would do anything he was told. There might have been a twinkling in his eye, but the lad starts work with me future week.

And you know I am thankful because I worked hard to get it all about and glad I took advantage of my repulse sexy fantasy ! And how they were expanding. I still have some time about once a hebdomad for my wife and all is well. And I don't have to look on porn on my calculator anymore !

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