The warehouse Washroom M/F/blowjobs/peeping

I had been working at it for months. The eyehole was finally completed and now the glory maw was done. I admit it was a far fetched fancy, but what the hell, it excited me into masturbation every clock time I worked at it and that's all that mattered.

I am a honcho in a huge storage warehouse. We hold imported trade good from all around the humankind. Skids of Asian wicker and rattan furniture wrapped in gunny and piled high everywhere with channels for the forklifts. Some ware almost forgotten in rows by the walls. secure sent in from now defunct China companies that ended up at auction. But until then it sat in the old role of the warehouse. About ten percent of the building was sectioned for the offices where all the so-called clean task were. With many stenos, comptroller, office staff lady friend. The office closed at five pm while the storage warehouse was a 24 hour operation.

I schedule myself different hr and some lately night shifts too. It was when I was looking to re-organize some of the traffic flow of ware that I got the brainwave. I was studying a plan of the old building and noticed that the offices joined against the unused part of our warehouse and the toilet for us and them were actually adjoining on the same wall. A men 's washroom our side abutting the ladies room on their position.

I took the program into our washroom and saw that the layouts were the same except reversed. We had six urinals on one incline, then four stalls opposite a foresightful counter with two sinks and repositing. The storage way was kept locked to prevent pilferage of supplies. Our warehouse last booth was directly beside the cleaning lady 's washroom's last stall !

The office side had another small washroom for the men too and their stall adjoined our depot elbow room. But the large washroom accommodated the many women working in the situation with seven stalls and respective sump.

My estimate was simpleton, instead of going into our washroom and just whacking off while dreaming of those skirt in the role every day, I'd convey some clip and carefully make a peep hole into the other side. I had lots of clip and the secrecy to do it. Even then it took me a prospicient time because I had to go into the office side late nighttime to nail the peep hole in the ladies death cubicle and piss sure it wasn't detectable.

On my side, I attached an old laminated refuge notice over the hole in our wall, easily twisted aside to peep into the women's area. It worked well and I could sneak into our warehouse washroom, actuate aside the charge card poster and see a girl at the sink. Very tiny horizon because of the two layers of paries to go through. I eventually removed the insulation and actually cut out the subdued wall on our English, so I could get my eye right up against their wall. Wow ! It worked bully. It was amazing how well a flyspeck hole can be seen through.

Of course you know I got carried away with my new peephole and started imagining poking one in the rampart within our warehouse last stall, into their billet final stage carrell. That was soon accomplished but didn't work out too well because it seemed the girls in the post used any of their initiatory stalls but not that finale one. Nevertheless I wanted to be prepared and worked away at that wall. Finally removing all the insulation and leaving only the melt off wallboard with a pinhole. I could now see perfectly who was in that room by pressing my eye up to my first tiny muddle and when in our last kiosk, could look right in to see a woman sitting on the lavatory.

And you know I got carried away with my luxuria and couldn't resist by then so took the next footfall and cut a Nice round beer can sized hole in that wall. Immediately regretted how stupid it was and went into their side at night and patched the wall in their live stall, with a pocket-sized piece of diamond shaped plywood. I screwed it into the wall at the top so it hung loosely over the hole, and attached a broken screw at the hindquarters, as if it had been screwed into the wall and had come loose. Even poked a fix where the screw might have been.

All anyone needed to do was slide the Wood piece aside to look into the warehouse washroom. Of path when you are crazed sex nut, you believe that every woman in the function side is wanting to look into the warehouse toilets to see soiled old cocks ! Haha Nevertheless it was what I did. I could even manipulate it from our incline ! But I needed to hide my handiwork and attached another large vapid bit of woodwind on our side so it would just appear like mend damage. But by removing the plywood, I could digest close to that wall and slip my cock through my private glory hole ! This provided me with lovelyl fantasy of having oral sex with any of the women from the office incline and resulted in fast and well-to-do coming for me through the day when I could slip in and imagine.

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

So now I checked the women's face one night, and discovered that a young woman could see right into our side as well if our washroom illumination were on and if I had the plywood twisted just right. It just looked like the luminance were from a crack in the paries when viewed from the lady's side. But a woman could peek in if curious about the sparkle to see into the final stage stall on our side.

So one day, almost at 5 pm I was there, peeking through my original peep hole and saw a plump girl named sally washing and primping her fuzz. I quickly ducked into our last kiosk and flushed our crapper, getting back to the kickoff cheep hole in time to see Sally listening to the speech sound, then quietly enter the finis stalling in her washroom. I also went into OUR last stall and I think we even locked the carrell doorway at the Lapplander time !

Now of row I had a raging hard-on from imagining what COULD encounter and began whacking it. In front line of that distort piece of plywood when I heard a abrasion on her side and have it off she had pushed the wood patch aside. I had no idea if she had discovered her muddle behind the plywood earlier. But I knew she was watching my cock now and I masturbated for her, heart hammering and thinking she was getting a tatty frisson and didn't even know who I was ! All she could see from her slope was a raging prick nervous to forge ! I was getting a mythic thrill and came in second. Heard the piece lantern slide back and got to the peep hole in time to see her exiting the washroom with a coup d'oeil back.

That was such a great aphrodisiac moment. I stayed previous that evening to finish up some body of work, but also to bring in the chirp maw larger and more cloaked and to make the stall cakehole better and more secreted from both sides.

The next day I took a belated gaolbreak and was in the washroom again, peeking through the peephole. Of course none of my actor bitched about me taking a crap at that time because it left them to relax without me. I had a good work party and they worked well on their own.

sally entered. Went about her patronage, washing her handwriting. Then she checked the door and quickly stepped into her side last stall. I was already there. Waiting with a huge laborious erection, all from anticipation. I stood there slowly stroking and heard the quiet bit of the wood piece on her face. Then leaned finisher to my paries so my cock would be all seeable 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 duck down and expect !

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

Then one time I could not defy and leaned very close to the now open hole between our walls, 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 surprisal and delight, sortie's manicured finger came through that hole and I stared at it dumbfounded for a long second 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 mess, The fingerbreadth reached out and touched it ! I was stunned. No way I would have really thought a womanhood would ever touch me through the hole. But she did, and actually started trying to overstretch my turncock closer until I could resist no longer and slowly threaded it through the hole. I felt her stroking me gently, with one finger at number 1. Then two, until her handwriting closed around my rooster and I was in ecstasy with her activeness ! Barely holding off cumming right away. And pressing myself unvoiced 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 mouth and began softly sucking. Letting her tongue run along the bottom 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 minute. Trying to bottle up a moan but letting it out anyway. She stayed on it until my prick stopped pumping. I withdrew and heard her slip the temporary hookup closed. I was stunned and moved to the chirp hole to see Sally rinsing out her mouth and straighten herself before leaving.

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

And you know my head teacher was spinning from the realness of turning from a dreaming to a hard lovely lusty fact ! My wild fantasy was enacted and wonderful. And became a everyday thing. My 5 o'clock bollix up job. She never tried to fuck my cock even though I once dropped a condom through the hole. She just gave me the perfumed, most enthusiastic cock sucking every day.

I never did contact her or let on that I knew it was her when I had affair to go into the main office, not that I wasn't trying to forecast out shipway to bring it up, but she seemed content with simply giving tremendous head teacher to a mysterious pecker every day.

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

But I keep trying. And whacking off with the retentiveness of the lust and the hope that something new will emerge.

And it did. It occurred to me that the design showed our memory board room against the men's side office staff washroom. Only three stalls their side. That Night I checked out the last stalling from the office position. Drilled a tiny muddle for bearings and checked it out. Yes, I had shelves cargo in my storage room but easily moved them slightly and was able-bodied to get in behind them. Ok because I knew a few of the male person in the agency, I thought well maybe, two of those guys were gay. So. I I was patient. tenacious floor short-change, I ended up with the Lapplander access as my initiative glory hole. And another pin hole enabled me to see into the men's washroom too. Just to prevent an eye out.

And yes, my oeuvre and wakefulness paid off. About a month later I watch a young guy washing up, and he entered his close stalling. I think he must hold known about holes in washroom stalls because it took him only a moment to slide away the wood piece. looking through and see my cock in entire bloom. He couldn't see into my part well so I just stood like I was peeing as if it was innocuous. 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 marvellous feeling and my heart and soul was pounding.

His finger caressed under the header and I was compelled to let it through that hole. Oh may gawd, his back talk was on my cock in a second and it only took a few mouthful from him to make me issue forth ! I was spinning with excitement. My girl was gone in that glory hole but here was an skilful mouthpiece in this new one !

I said I was not gay but about a week later, after having four blowjobs from that guy. I was waiting again but a different man came into the room and my ally left abruptly. I watched thinking he would come back when the other left field, but that man came into the close stalling. And just stood still a long moment. I wondered what he was doing until I heard the wood scraping aside and a magnanimous shaft pushed through the paries.

I am not gay, but had to touch it as it was so freaking severe ! Pulsing and twitching in my hand. I was fascinated with it until I stooped before the glory golf hole and took the putz into my sassing. It had no preference or olfactory sensation but was warmly and pleasant. And yes I began sucking it the same as I had been sucked. If you are going to go down on a cock, at least do the undecomposed job you can ! It only took him a mo until he made a gurgling sound and exploded in my rima oris. I would never have believed it but yes it was totally swell 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 side asked if his friend might get a warehouse job. He said the kid was a hard worker and could travel along commission. He would do anything he was told. There might receive been a nictation in his eye, but the lad starts oeuvre with me succeeding hebdomad.

And you know I am grateful because I worked heavily to play it all about and glad I took vantage of my repulse sexy illusion ! And how they were expanding. I still have some time about once a week for my wife and all is well. And I don't have to watch porn on my computing machine anymore !

Maxam