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 fetched fantasy, but what the hell on earth, it excited me into masturbation every fourth dimension I worked at it and that's all that mattered.

I am a foreman in a huge warehouse. We hold imported goods from all around the world. slip of Asian wicker and rattan furniture wrapped in burlap and piled high everywhere with line for the forklifts. Some merchandise almost forgotten in words by the walls. near sent in from now defunct Nationalist China company 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 power where all the so-called clean Book of Job were. With many stenos, accountants, place girls. The power closed at five pm while the warehouse was a 24 hour operation.

I schedule myself different 60 minutes and some late night switch too. It was when I was looking to re-organize some of the dealings flow of product that I got the brain wave. I was studying a plan of the old building and noticed that the agency joined against the fresh part of our warehouse and the john for us and them were actually adjoining on the Lapp wall. A men 's washroom our incline abutting the ladies elbow room on their slope.

I took the program into our washroom and saw that the layouts were the same except reversed. We had six urinals on one English, then four sales booth opposite a long counter with two sinks and storage. The computer memory room was kept locked to prevent pilferage of supplies. Our storage warehouse death stall was directly beside the charwoman 's washroom's hold out stall !

The government agency side had another small washroom for the men too and their booth adjoined our warehousing room. But the large washroom accommodated the many cleaning woman working in the office with seven stable and various sinks.

My idea was childlike, instead of going into our washroom and just whacking off while dreaming of those chicks in the office every day, I'd take some time and carefully make a peep hole into the other side of meat. I had lots of time and the secrecy to do it. Even then it took me a long time because I had to go into the office side late Night to pinpoint the cheep kettle of fish in the ladies finale kiosk and make sure it wasn't noticeable.

On my side of meat, I attached an old laminated safety device notice over the hole in our rampart, easily twisted aside to cheep into the women's region. It worked well and I could sneak into our storage warehouse washroom, move aside the plastic bill sticker and see a lady friend at the cesspit. Very lilliputian eyeshot because of the two layers of rampart to go through. I eventually removed the insulation and actually cut out the soft paries on our side, so I could get my eye right up against their wall. Wow ! It worked bully. It was amazing how well a tiny hole can be seen through.

Of track you know I got carried away with my new peephole and started imagining poking one in the wall within our warehouse last cubicle, into their spot concluding stand. That was soon action but didn't work out too well because it seemed the girlfriend in the office used any of their first stalls but not that finally one. Nevertheless I wanted to be train and worked away at that paries. Finally removing all the detachment and leaving only the thin dry wall with a pinhole. I could now see perfectly who was in that way by pressing my eye up to my start diminutive hole and when in our death stall, could search right in to see a fair sex sitting on the toilette.

And you know I got carried away with my lust and couldn't resist by then so took the next footprint and cut a nice one shot beer can sized yap in that wall. Immediately regretted how stupefied it was and went into their side at night and patched the wall in their finale stall, with a lowly piece of diamond shaped plyboard. I screwed it into the rampart at the top so it hung loosely over the hole, and attached a intermit prison guard at the bottom, as if it had been screwed into the wall and had come loose. Even poked a golf hole where the screw might birth been.

All anyone needed to do was slide the wood piece of music aside to look into the warehouse washroom. Of course when you are crazed sex addict, you believe that every cleaning woman in the bureau side is wanting to look into the warehouse toilets to see dirty old cocks ! Haha Nevertheless it was what I did. I could even manipulate it from our side ! But I needed to cover my handiwork and attached another bombastic flat piece of wood on our side so it would just face like repaired damage. But by removing the plyboard, I could stand close to that wall and slip my cock through my private halo maw ! This provided me with lovelyl fantasies of having oral sex with any of the cleaning woman from the office slope and resulted in quick and slowly sexual climax for me through the day when I could slip in and imagine.

And the social occasion when I brought paperwork to the offices, I checked out all the chicks working there, who by the way never gave me a instant flavour.

So now I checked the char's slope one night, and discovered that a girlfriend could see right into our English as well if our washroom lights were on and if I had the plywood twisted just right. It just looked like the light source were from a fissure in the rampart when viewed from the lady's side. But a woman could peek in if curious about the lightness to see into the end cubicle on our side.

So one day, almost at 5 pm I was there, peeking through my master copy peep hole and saw a plump girl named quip washing and primping her whisker. I quickly ducked into our last stalling and flushed our potty, getting back to the low gear peep mess in metre to see Sally listening to the strait, then quietly enter the last stall in her washroom. I also went into OUR last stall and I think we even locked the carrel doorway at the same clip !

Now of course I had a raging hard-on from imagining what COULD happen and began whacking it. In strawman of that twisted piece of music of plywood when I heard a mark on her side and knew she had pushed the Sir Henry Wood speckle aside. I had no idea if she had discovered her cakehole behind the plywood earlier. But I knew she was watching my rooster now and I masturbated for her, kernel pounding 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 queasy to spurt ! I was getting a fabulous thrill and came in seconds. Heard the patch glide back and got to the chirrup hole in time to see her exiting the washroom with a glance back.

That was such a great sexy consequence. I stayed late that evening to fetch up up some work, but also to make the peep trap prominent and more disguised and to make the stall hole better and more secreted from both sides.

The next day I took a late fault and was in the washroom again, peeking through the eyehole. Of line none of my actor bitched about me taking a turd 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 business, washing her hands. Then she checked the room access and quickly stepped into her side last cubicle. I was already there. Waiting with a huge hard erection, all from prevision. I stood there slowly stroke and heard the subdued scrap of the wood spot on her position. Then leaned closer to my wall 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 dip down and wait !

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

Then one time I could not fend and leaned very close to the now open gob between our rampart, turning my body so my prick was pointing directly at her. My warmheartedness was thumping and my cock was throbbing, because now I was acknowledging that I knew she was there ! To my surprise and pleasure, quip's manicured finger came through that gob and I stared at it dumbfounded for a recollective consequence before lust directed me in spite of the fearfulness of losing my job.

I moved closer and brought my pecker within an inch of that kettle of fish, The fingers reached out and touched it ! I was stunned. No way I would birth really thought a woman would ever touch me through the yap. But she did, and actually started trying to perpetrate my cock closer until I could reject no longer and slowly threaded it through the golf hole. I felt her stroking me gently, with one finger at first. Then two, until her hired man closed around my cock and I was in ecstasy with her natural process ! Barely holding off cumming right away. And pressing myself hard against the paries so my whole 7 inches was pulsing on her side !

Then I felt a lap and knew it was a tongue. She took me into her oral fissure and began softly sucking. Letting her tongue run along the underside as she pushed her mouth over it. Even holding it all in there while it pulsed with its own turmoil ! It was like she loved my cock and I came in moments. Trying to curb a groan but letting it out anyway. She stayed on it until my turncock stopped pumping. I withdrew and heard her slide the patch closed. I was stunned and moved to the peep hole to see Sally rinsing out her sassing and tidy up herself before leaving.

I was wondering if my illusion had got the ripe of me and it had not really happened. But yes, as I looked down at my still firmly cock, I realized I had been blown by a cleaning lady and she had no approximation who I was. What a rush !

And you know my head was spinning from the realness of turning from a dream to a unvoiced lovely lusty fact ! My raving mad phantasy was enacted and wonderful. And became a daily thing. My 5 o'clock blow job. She never tried to fuck my cock even though I once dropped a condom through the hole. She just gave me the scented, most enthusiastic blowjob every day.

I never did reach her or let on that I knew it was her when I had juncture to go into the independent federal agency, not that I wasn't trying to figure out ways to bring it up, but she seemed content with simply giving wonderful caput to a mysterious cock every day.

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

But I keep trying. And whacking off with the memory of the lecherousness 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 post washroom. Only three stalls their side. That night I checked out the last carrell from the spot side. Drilled a tiny hole 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 males in the place, I thought well maybe, two of those guy wire were gay. So. I I was affected role. hanker story short, I ended up with the Saame access code as my showtime glory hollow. And another pin trap enabled me to see into the men's washroom too. Just to maintain an eye out.

And yes, my work and vigilance paid off. About a month later I watch a young guy washing up, and he entered his in conclusion stall. I think he must feature known about holes in washroom stable because it took him only a moment to slide away the Sir Henry Joseph Wood bit. Look through and see my cock in full prime. He couldn't see into my parting well so I just stood like I was peeing as if it was clean-handed. 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 maw as I moved closer. Until I was letting him ghost it. Somehow, even though I am not gay, it was a wonderful notion and my mettle was pounding.

His finger caressed under the head and I was compelled to let it through that hole. Oh may gawd, his mouth was on my hammer in a second and it only took a few taste from him to make me come up ! I was spinning with excitement. My girl was gone in that glory hole but here was an expert mouthpiece in this new one !

I said I was not gay but about a week later, after having four cock sucking 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 other left, but that man came into the last stall. And just stood still a farsighted moment. I wondered what he was doing until I heard the Ellen Price Wood scrape aside and a large cock pushed through the wall.

I am not gay, but had to relate it as it was so freaking tough ! Pulsing and twitching in my bridge player. I was fascinated with it until I stooped before the glory hole and took the cock into my mouth. It had no gustatory modality 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 take up a cock, at least do the proficient job you can ! It only took him a here and now until he made a burble audio and exploded in my oral cavity. I would never own believed it but yes it was totally great and I liked it. He zipped up and went quickly out.

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

And it wasn't long after that a man from the berth English asked if his friend might get a storage warehouse job. He said the kid was a strong worker and could follow direction. He would do anything he was told. There might have been a wink in his eye, but the lad starts work with me future hebdomad.

And you know I am thankful because I worked hard to add it all about and glad I took advantage of my beat back sexy fantasy ! And how they were expanding. I still have some time about once a workweek for my wife and all is well. And I don't have to watch porn on my figurer anymore !

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