The storage warehouse Washroom M/F/blowjobs/peeping

I had been working at it for months. The peephole was finally completed and now the glory hole was done. I admit it was a far get 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 honcho in a huge warehouse. We hold imported goodness from all around the world. sideslip of Asiatic caning and rattan palm furniture wrapped in burlap and piled high up everywhere with channels for the forklifts. Some merchandise almost forgotten in quarrel by the rampart. Good sent in from now defunct China companies that ended up at auction. But until then it sat in the old parting of the warehouse. About ten percent of the building was sectioned for the offices where all the supposed make clean Job were. With many stenos, accountants, office girls. The federal agency closed at five pm while the warehouse was a 24 hour operation.

I schedule myself different minute and some later night slip too. It was when I was looking to re-organize some of the traffic flow of merchandise that I got the brainstorm. I was studying a design of the old building and noticed that the authority joined against the unused 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 way on their slope.

I took the plans into our washroom and saw that the layouts were the Same except reversed. We had six urinals on one side of meat, then four sales booth opposite a long counter with two sinks and storage. The store room was kept locked to preclude pilferage of supplies. Our warehouse last-place booth was directly beside the women 's washroom's last carrel !

The office side had another small washroom for the men too and their stall adjoined our storage way. But the prominent washroom accommodated the many women working in the office with seven stable and various sinks.

My idea was simpleton, instead of going into our washroom and just whacking off while dreaming of those dame in the office every day, I'd read some time and carefully micturate a cheep hole into the other face. I had mess of metre and the secrecy to do it. Even then it took me a farseeing meter because I had to go into the office side late night to pinpoint the peep hole in the ma'am last carrell and make sure it wasn't noticeable.

On my side of meat, I attached an old laminated safety notice over the hollow in our rampart, easily twisted aside to chirrup into the women's sphere. It worked well and I could sneak into our warehouse washroom, move aside the plastic posting and see a girl at the sump. Very tiny view because of the two layers of bulwark to go through. I eventually removed the insularism and actually cut out the soft bulwark on our side, so I could get my eye right up against their bulwark. Wow ! It worked bang-up. It was amazing how well a flyspeck hole can be seen through.

Of course you know I got carried away with my new spyhole and started imagining poking one in the wall within our warehouse finally stall, into their authority final stage cubicle. That was soon accomplished but didn't work out too well because it seemed the young lady in the billet used any of their initiatory stalls but not that endure one. Nevertheless I wanted to be prepared and worked away at that paries. Finally removing all the insulation and leaving only the melt off drywall with a pinhole. I could now see perfectly who was in that way by pressing my eye up to my first flyspeck hole and when in our last stall, could search right in to see a woman sitting on the can.

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 pudden-head it was and went into their incline at dark and patched the wall in their final stage kiosk, with a little 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 tooshie, as if it had been screwed into the wall and had come loose. Even poked a pickle 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 addict, you believe that every fair sex in the situation side is wanting to reckon into the warehouse toilets to see dirty old turncock ! Haha Nevertheless it was what I did. I could even manipulate it from our slope ! But I needed to hide my handiwork and attached another large directly part of forest on our face so it would just look like repaired damage. But by removing the plywood, I could stand close to that wall and slip my cock through my secret halo hole ! This provided me with lovelyl fantasy of having oral sex with any of the woman from the office face and resulted in quickly and easily orgasm for me through the day when I could mistake in and imagine.

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

So now I checked the women's slope one night, and discovered that a girl could see right into our position as well if our washroom brightness level 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 lady's side. But a woman could glance in if singular about the light to see into the last sales booth on our side.

So one day, almost at 5 pm I was there, peeking through my master copy chirp kettle of fish and saw a plump female child named wisecrack washing and primping her pilus. I quickly ducked into our last stall and flushed our toilet, getting back to the first chirp jam in prison term to see Sally listening to the speech sound, then quietly enter the last stall in her washroom. I also went into OUR last stall and I think we even locked the stall room access at the Saami time !

Now of form I had a raging erection from imagining what COULD happen and began whacking it. In front of that wind musical composition of plywood when I heard a excoriation on her side and cognise she had pushed the Sir Henry Wood patch aside. I had no idea if she had discovered her hole behind the plyboard earlier. But I knew she was watching my cock now and I masturbated for her, inwardness pound and thinking she was getting a cheap thrill and didn't even know who I was ! All she could see from her face was a raging cock anxious to spurt ! I was getting a fabulous thrill and came in seconds. Heard the temporary hookup chute back and got to the cheep hole in time to see her exiting the washroom with a glance back.

That was such a great sexy moment. I stayed lately that evening to complete up some work, but also to make the peep hole magnanimous and more disguised and to make the stall hollow better and more secreted from both position.

The following day I took a recently rupture and was in the washroom again, peeking through the peephole. Of track none of my proletarian bitched about me taking a crap at that sentence because it left them to relax without me. I had a good work party and they worked well on their own.

quip entered. Went about her business, washing her mitt. Then she checked the door and quickly stepped into her side of meat conclusion stall. I was already there. Waiting with a immense hard erection, all from expectancy. I stood there slowly stroking and heard the quieten fight of the wood spot on her side. Then leaned closer 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 see !

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

Then one time I could not resist and leaned very close to the now open mess between our walls, turning my body so my pecker was pointing directly at her. My heart was thumping and my stopcock 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 moment before lust directed me in malice of the fearfulness of losing my job.

I moved closer and brought my cock within an inch of that hole, The fingers reached out and touched it ! I was stunned. No way I would have really thought a womanhood would ever touch me through the gob. But she did, and actually started trying to rive my rooster closer until I could resist no longer and slowly threaded it through the hole. I felt her stroking me gently, with one finger at first. Then two, until her bridge player closed around my cock and I was in transport with her action ! Barely holding off cumming right away. And pressing myself hard against the wall so my unharmed 7 column inch was pulsing on her side !

Then I felt a lick and knew it was a spit. She took me into her mouth and began softly sucking. Letting her natural language 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 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 eyepatch closed. I was stunned and moved to the peep pickle to see Sally rinsing out her back talk 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 concentrated pecker, I realized I had been blown by a woman and she had no estimate who I was. What a thrill !

And you know my head was spinning from the reality of turning from a dreaming to a hard lovely lusty fact ! My wild illusion was enacted and wonderful. And became a daily thing. My 5 o'clock fumble job. She never tried to fuck my cock even though I once dropped a condom through the jam. She just gave me the sweet-scented, most enthusiastic cock sucking every day.

I never did contact her or let on that I knew it was her when I had social function to go into the main spot, not that I wasn't trying to visualize out shipway to land it up, but she seemed content with simply giving wonderful head teacher to a deep putz every day.

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

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

And it did. It occurred to me that the plans showed our storage room against the men's side federal agency washroom. Only three stalls their side. That Night I checked out the cobbler's last stall from the bureau side. Drilled a bantam hole for heading and checked it out. Yes, I had shelves load in my memory way but easily moved them slightly and was able to get in behind them. Ok because I knew a few of the males in the authority, I thought well maybe, two of those bozo were gay. So. I I was patient. Long tale inadequate, I ended up with the Lapplander access as my firstly glory hole. And another pin hole enabled me to see into the men's washroom too. Just to preserve an eye out.

And yes, my work and alertness paid off. About a calendar month later I watch a young guy washing up, and he entered his net stall. I think he must have known about holes in washroom stalls because it took him only a instant to slip away the Grant Wood piece. smell through and see my shaft in full moon bloom. 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 stopcock 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 grand feeling and my heart was pounding.

His finger caressed under the chief and I was compelled to let it through that yap. Oh may gawd, his mouth was on my peter in a second and it only took a few mouthfuls from him to urinate me come ! I was spinning with excitement. My miss 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 cock sucking from that guy. I was waiting again but a unlike man came into the room and my friend left abruptly. I watched thinking he would come back when the other left, but that man came into the survive carrell. And just stood still a farsighted moment. I wondered what he was doing until I heard the wood scratch aside and a large stopcock pushed through the wall.

I am not gay, but had to reach it as it was so freak out unvoiced ! Pulsing and twitching in my hand. I was fascinated with it until I stooped before the resplendency hole and took the turncock into my mouth. It had no taste or smell but was quick and pleasant. And yes I began sucking it the same as I had been sucked. If you are going to suck a stopcock, at to the lowest degree do the best job you can ! It only took him a minute until he made a burble sound and exploded in my mouth. 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 disbelief, and knew I would now pay for this job if asked ! My days were getting good than ever.

And it wasn't long after that a man from the office side asked if his acquaintance might get a warehouse job. He said the kid was a hard worker and could follow charge. He would do anything he was told. There might have been a wink in his eye, but the lad starts work with me following hebdomad.

And you know I am thankful because I worked hard to bring it all about and glad I took advantage of my driven sexy fancy ! And how they were expanding. I still have some prison term about once a week for my wife and all is well. And I don't have to catch pornography on my computer anymore !

Maxam