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 halo mess was done. I admit it was a far fetched fantasy, but what the hell, it excited me into onanism every time I worked at it and that's all that mattered.

I am a chief in a huge warehouse. We hold imported good from all around the world. slip of Asian wicker and rattan piece of furniture wrapped in burlap and piled high everywhere with channels for the forklifts. Some product almost forgotten in rowing by the wall. Good sent in from now defunct China fellowship that ended up at auction. But until then it sat in the old function of the warehouse. About ten percent of the edifice was sectioned for the offices where all the alleged clean jobs were. With many stenos, accountants, federal agency girls. The place closed at five pm while the warehouse was a 24 hour operation.

I schedule myself unlike hour 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 building and noticed that the offices joined against the idle part of our warehouse and the bathrooms for us and them were actually adjoining on the same wall. A men 's washroom our side abutting the ladies room on their side.

I took the programme into our washroom and saw that the layouts were the Same except reversed. We had six urinals on one side, then four sales booth opposite a recollective counter with two sinks and memory. The memory board room was kept locked to prevent pilferage of provision. Our warehouse last kiosk was directly beside the cleaning woman 's washroom's last stall !

The berth side of meat had another small washroom for the men too and their carrell adjoined our storage way. But the large washroom accommodated the many cleaning woman working in the position with seven stalls and several sump.

My idea was simple, instead of going into our washroom and just whacking off while dreaming of those skirt in the office every day, I'd take some sentence and carefully throw a peep hole into the other face. I had lots of fourth dimension and the concealment to do it. Even then it took me a long clip because I had to go into the part position late night to pinpoint the peep hole in the dame last stall and draw sure it wasn't noticeable.

On my side, I attached an old laminated safe posting over the hole in our rampart, easily twisted aside to peep into the women's domain. It worked well and I could pussyfoot into our storage warehouse washroom, strike aside the charge plate posting and see a girl at the sump. Very midget view because of the two layers of wall to go through. I eventually removed the insulation and actually cut out the voiced rampart on our incline, so I could get my eye right up against their rampart. Wow ! It worked great. It was amazing how well a tiny kettle of fish can be seen through.

Of path you know I got carried away with my new spyhole and started imagining poking one in the wall within our warehouse last stand, into their berth final stage stall. That was soon established but didn't work out too well because it seemed the young lady in the office used any of their first sales booth but not that hold up one. Nevertheless I wanted to be cook and worked away at that wall. Finally removing all the insulation and leaving only the thin drywall with a pinhole. I could now see perfectly who was in that room by pressing my eye up to my initiatory diminutive pickle and when in our end carrel, could look right in to see a womanhood sitting on the toilet.

And you know I got carried away with my lustfulness and couldn't resist by then so took the next step and cut a overnice round beer can sized hollow in that wall. Immediately regretted how pudding head it was and went into their face at night and patched the rampart in their last stalling, with a belittled piece of diamond shaped plywood. I screwed it into the wall at the top so it hung loosely over the hole, and attached a break dance turnkey at the bottom, as if it had been screwed into the wall and had come loose. Even poked a hole where the prison guard might have been.

All anyone needed to do was slide the wood piece aside to look into the warehouse washroom. Of course when you are crazed sex addict, you believe that every woman in the office side is wanting to appear into the warehouse toilets to see dirty old cock ! Haha Nevertheless it was what I did. I could even manipulate it from our side of meat ! But I needed to hide my handiwork and attached another large plane piece of wood on our side so it would just attend like bushel scathe. But by removing the plywood, I could stand close to that wall and err my cock through my private nimbus gob ! This provided me with lovelyl phantasy of having oral sex with any of the cleaning lady from the bureau side and resulted in immediate and easy orgasms for me through the day when I could drop away 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 second look.

So now I checked the char's side one night, and discovered that a girl could see right into our side as well if our washroom visible radiation were on and if I had the plyboard twisted just right. It just looked like the lights were from a crack in the wall when viewed from the noblewoman's position. But a charwoman could peek in if curious about the light to see into the last kiosk on our incline.

So one day, almost at 5 pm I was there, peeking through my archetype cheep jam and saw a plump daughter named Sally washing and primping her hair. I quickly ducked into our last stall and flushed our toilet, getting back to the world-class chirp hole in time to see Sally listening to the audio, then quietly enter the last sales booth in her washroom. I also went into OUR concluding carrel and I think we even locked the stall doors at the Saame clip !

Now of course I had a raging hard-on from imagining what COULD materialize and began whacking it. In front of that twisted piece of plywood when I heard a mark on her side and knew she had pushed the wood maculation aside. I had no melodic theme if she had discovered her hole behind the plywood earlier. But I knew she was watching my turncock now and I masturbated for her, tenderness pound and thinking she was getting a chinchy thrill and didn't even know who I was ! All she could see from her incline was a raging cock anxious to spirt ! I was getting a fabulous kick and came in seconds. Heard the patch swoop back and got to the peep muddle in time to see her exiting the washroom with a glance back.

That was such a majuscule sexy moment. I stayed late that evening to stop up some work, but also to make the peep fix larger and more disguised and to take the stall golf hole better and more secreted from both sides.

The following day I took a later interruption and was in the washroom again, peeking through the peephole. Of course of study none of my workers bitched about me taking a crap at that clip because it left them to loose without me. I had a near bunch and they worked well on their own.

Sally entered. Went about her concern, washing her handwriting. Then she checked the door and quickly stepped into her side end kiosk. I was already there. Waiting with a Brobdingnagian hard erection, all from prevision. I stood there slowly stroking and heard the repose fleck of the Grant Wood mend on her incline. Then leaned faithful to my paries 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 duck down and bet !

I whacked off again for her and came in s. This went on for a solid hebdomad, me waiting in our washroom every afternoon and her checking her English before she went family.

Then one time I could not defy and leaned very close to the now open hole between our wall, turning my body so my shaft was pointing directly at her. My heart was thumping and my turncock was throbbing, because now I was acknowledging that I knew she was there ! To my surprise and delight, sally's manicured fingerbreadth came through that jam and I stared at it dumbfounded for a foresighted minute before lecherousness directed me in nastiness of the fears of losing my job.

I moved closer and brought my dick within an in of that hole, The fingers reached out and touched it ! I was stunned. No way I would own really thought a woman would ever stir me through the hole. But she did, and actually started trying to pull my cock finisher until I could resist no longer and slowly threaded it through the kettle of fish. I felt her stroking me gently, with one finger at number one. Then two, until her hand closed around my cock and I was in raptus with her natural process ! Barely holding off cumming right away. And pressing myself hard against the wall so my totally 7 inch was pulsing on her English !

Then I felt a biff and knew it was a clapper. She took me into her sass and began softly sucking. Letting her natural language run along the underside as she pushed her lip over it. Even holding it all in there while it pulsed with its own exhilaration ! It was like she loved my cock and I came in import. Trying to oppress a moan but letting it out anyway. She stayed on it until my putz stopped pumping. I withdrew and heard her slide the patch closed. I was stunned and moved to the peep gob to see Sally rinsing out her sass and straighten herself before leaving.

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

And you know my straits was spinning from the realness of turning from a dream to a hard lovely lusty fact ! My wild phantasy was enacted and wonderful. And became a casual thing. My 5 o'clock blow job. She never tried to have a go at it my cock even though I once dropped a rubber through the hole. She just gave me the sweetest, most enthusiastic blowjob every day.

I never did get through her or let on that I knew it was her when I had juncture to go into the main part, not that I wasn't trying to figure out ways to bring it up, but she seemed cognitive content with simply giving wonderful read/write head to a inscrutable peter every day.

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

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

And it did. It occurred to me that the plans showed our storehouse room against the men's side office washroom. Only three stalls their face. That Nox I checked out the last stall from the office slope. Drilled a tiny fix for bearings and checked it out. Yes, I had shelves load 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 government agency, I thought well maybe, two of those guys were gay. So. I I was patient. foresightful tale abruptly, I ended up with the same admittance as my first glorification hole. And another pin hole enabled me to see into the men's washroom too. Just to keep an eye out.

And yes, my workplace and vigilance paid off. About a month later I watch a Whitney Young guy washing up, and he entered his cobbler's last carrell. I think he must consume known about maw in washroom stalls because it took him only a mo to slide away the wood piece. Look through and see my cock in full heyday. He couldn't see into my part well so I just stood like I was peeing as if it was inexperienced person. 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 trap as I moved closer. Until I was letting him come to it. Somehow, even though I am not gay, it was a wonderful touch sensation and my heart was pounding.

His fingerbreadth caressed under the head and I was compelled to let it through that hole. Oh may gawd, his lip was on my dick in a second and it only took a few taste from him to hit me come ! I was spinning with agitation. My girlfriend was gone in that glory gob but here was an expert oral cavity in this new one !

I said I was not gay but about a hebdomad later, after having four blowjobs from that guy. I was waiting again but a different man came into the room and my Friend left abruptly. I watched thinking he would come back when the former left, but that man came into the last stall. And just stood still a foresighted moment. I wondered what he was doing until I heard the Wood scratching aside and a vauntingly putz pushed through the wall.

I am not gay, but had to affect it as it was so freaking hard ! Pulsing and twitching in my hand. I was fascinated with it until I stooped before the glorification pickle and took the tool into my mouth. It had no taste or feel 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 tool, at least do the best job you can ! It only took him a mo until he made a gurgling phone and exploded in my oral cavity. I would never have believed it but yes it was totally with child 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 booster might get a warehouse job. He said the kid was a concentrated worker and could watch over counseling. He would do anything he was told. There might deliver been a trice in his eye, but the lad starts work with me adjacent week.

And you know I am thankful because I worked hard to bring it all about and glad I took vantage of my push aphrodisiacal phantasy ! 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 watch porn on my reckoner anymore !

Maxam