The Warehouse Washroom M/F/blowjobs/peeping

I had been working at it for calendar month. The peephole was finally completed and now the resplendency hole was done. I admit it was a far get illusion, 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 gaffer in a huge warehouse. We hold imported goods from all around the world. brake shoe of Asian wickerwork and rattan palm article of furniture wrapped in burlap and piled eminent everywhere with channels for the forklifts. Some product almost forgotten in rowing by the walls. Good sent in from now defunct China troupe that ended up at auction sale. But until then it sat in the old part of the warehouse. About ten percentage of the edifice was sectioned for the offices where all the so-called clean jobs were. With many stenos, controller, office girls. The berth closed at five pm while the storage warehouse was a 24 hour operation.

I schedule myself dissimilar hours and some late nighttime 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 offices joined against the fresh part of our storage warehouse and the bathroom for us and them were actually adjoining on the Sami wall. A men 's washroom our face abutting the Lady room on their side.

I took the plans into our washroom and saw that the layouts were the Saami except reversed. We had six urinals on one side, then four stalls opposite a farseeing counter with two sinks and storage. The storage room was kept locked to foreclose pilferage of supply. Our warehouse cobbler's last stalling was directly beside the char 's washroom's last stand !

The office side had another small washroom for the men too and their stall adjoined our storage room. But the large washroom accommodated the many women working in the office staff with seven booth and respective sinks.

My theme was simple, instead of going into our washroom and just whacking off while dreaming of those biddy in the billet every day, I'd take some time and carefully make a peep mess into the other side. I had lot of fourth dimension 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 nail the peep maw in the ladies last stall and ready sure it wasn't noticeable.

On my slope, I attached an old laminated condom notice over the hole in our paries, easily twisted aside to peep into the women's area. It worked well and I could sneak into our warehouse washroom, act aside the plastic poster and see a girl at the sink. Very flyspeck view because of the two layers of paries to go through. I eventually removed the insulant and actually cut out the soft wall on our side of meat, so I could get my eye right up against their wall. Wow ! It worked great. It was amazing how well a tiny golf hole can be seen through.

Of course of study you know I got carried away with my new spyhole and started imagining poking one in the rampart within our warehouse finis stall, into their office last stall. That was soon attain but didn't employment out too well because it seemed the lady friend in the office used any of their first stalls but not that last one. Nevertheless I wanted to be prepared and worked away at that wall. Finally removing all the insulation and leaving only the slight drywall with a pinhole. I could now see perfectly who was in that room by pressing my eye up to my first tiny hole and when in our last stall, could look right in to see a adult female sitting on the crapper.

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 turn beer can sized hole in that bulwark. Immediately regretted how unintelligent it was and went into their incline at dark and patched the wall in their last kiosk, with a minor musical composition of infield shaped plywood. I screwed it into the wall at the top so it hung loosely over the trap, and attached a broken jailer at the bottom, as if it had been screwed into the wall and had come loose. Even poked a cakehole where the screwing might have been.

All anyone needed to do was slide the wood piece aside to look into the storage warehouse washroom. Of course of instruction when you are crazed sex nut, you believe that every woman in the office face is wanting to seem into the warehouse toilets to see dirty old cocks ! Haha Nevertheless it was what I did. I could even wangle it from our side ! But I needed to blot out my handicraft and attached another large flat piece of wood on our side so it would just take care like recompense damage. But by removing the plywood, I could suffer close to that bulwark and slip my stopcock through my private glory hole ! This provided me with lovelyl illusion of having unwritten sex with any of the fair sex from the situation slope and resulted in quickly and tardily orgasms for me through the day when I could slip in and imagine.

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

So now I checked the cleaning lady's side of meat one Nox, and discovered that a little girl could see right into our English as well if our washroom brightness were on and if I had the plywood 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 peek in if rum about the visible light to see into the concluding stall on our position.

So one day, almost at 5 pm I was there, peeking through my master peep muddle and saw a plump girl named Sally washing and primping her haircloth. I quickly ducked into our death stalling and flushed our toilet, getting back to the first chirrup hole in clip to see Sally listening to the speech sound, then quietly enter the last stall in her washroom. I also went into OUR last booth and I think we even locked the stall doors at the Sami time !

Now of course I had a raging erection from imagining what COULD bechance and began whacking it. In front of that twisted piece of plywood when I heard a scrape on her face and knew she had pushed the woods spell aside. I had no idea if she had discovered her hole behind the plywood earlier. But I knew she was watching my cock now and I masturbated for her, heart buffeting and thinking she was getting a cheap thrill and didn't even know who I was ! All she could see from her incline was a raging cock queasy to spurt ! I was getting a fabulous bang and came in seconds. Heard the piece slide back and got to the cheep hole in time to see her exiting the washroom with a glance back.

That was such a capital sexy moment. I stayed late that evening to eat up up some employment, but also to micturate the cheep hole larger and more disguised and to wee-wee the stall golf hole better and more secreted from both side.

The next day I took a former break and was in the washroom again, peeking through the eyehole. Of course none of my workers bitched about me taking a dirt at that clip because it left them to relax without me. I had a good crew and they worked well on their own.

Sally entered. Went about her stage business, washing her hands. Then she checked the door and quickly stepped into her side finally stalling. I was already there. Waiting with a huge intemperate hard-on, all from anticipation. I stood there slowly stroking and heard the quiet fighting of the forest patch on her side. Then leaned secretive 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 parry down and look !

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

Then one time I could not refuse and leaned very close to the now open hole between our paries, turning my body 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 moment before lust directed me in venom of the awe of losing my job.

I moved closer and brought my cock within an inch of that jam, The digit reached out and touched it ! I was stunned. No way I would have really thought a char would ever touch me through the mess. But she did, and actually started trying to pull my pecker finisher until I could balk no longer and slowly threaded it through the trap. I felt her stroking me gently, with one finger at first base. Then two, until her hand closed around my cock and I was in ecstasy with her action ! Barely holding off cumming right away. And pressing myself hard against the rampart so my whole 7 inch was pulsing on her side !

Then I felt a lick and knew it was a natural language. She took me into her mouth and began softly sucking. Letting her glossa 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 dick and I came in moments. Trying to subdue a moan but letting it out anyway. She stayed on it until my cock stopped pumping. I withdrew and heard her slide the fleck closed. I was stunned and moved to the peep cakehole to see Sally rinsing out her mouthpiece and straighten herself before leaving.

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

And you know my heading was spinning from the world of turning from a dreaming to a hard lovely red-blooded fact ! My gaga fantasy was enacted and grand. And became a daily affair. My 5 o'clock blow job. She never tried to fuck my shaft even though I once dropped a safety through the pickle. She just gave me the sweetest, most enthusiastic blowjob every day.

I never did contact her or let on that I knew it was her when I had function to go into the main office, not that I wasn't trying to work out out elbow room to bring it up, but she seemed content with simply giving wondrous head word to a deep putz every day.

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

But I keep trying. And whacking off with the memory of the lustfulness 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 of meat office washroom. Only three stalls their side. That Night I checked out the death cubicle from the power side. Drilled a midget cakehole 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 situation, I thought well maybe, two of those guy wire were gay. So. I I was patient. Long level dead, I ended up with the Same access as my first glory hole. And another pin hole enabled me to see into the men's washroom too. Just to save an eye out.

And yes, my work and watchfulness paid off. About a month later I watch a Young guy washing up, and he entered his last stall. I think he must birth known about holes in washroom kiosk because it took him only a moment to slue away the Grant Wood musical composition. face through and see my tool in full bloom. He couldn't see into my part well so I just stood like I was peeing as if it was barren. But knew he was watching. And my stopcock was throbbing with prediction ! 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 touch it. Somehow, even though I am not gay, it was a wonderful feeling and my heart was pounding.

His fingerbreadth caressed under the chief and I was compelled to let it through that hole. Oh may gawd, his mouthpiece was on my peter in a second and it only took a few mouthful from him to make me derive ! I was spinning with turmoil. My girl was gone in that glorification hole but here was an skillful mouthpiece in this new one !

I said I was not gay but about a week later, after having four blowjob from that guy. I was waiting again but a different man came into the room and my protagonist left abruptly. I watched thinking he would descend back when the other left field, 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 wood mark aside and a large cock pushed through the rampart.

I am not gay, but had to touch it as it was so gross out difficult ! Pulsing and twitching in my hand. I was fascinated with it until I stooped before the glory hole and took the cock into my mouthpiece. It had no taste or look but was ardent and pleasant. And yes I began sucking it the same as I had been sucked. If you are going to draw a peter, at to the lowest degree do the proficient job you can ! It only took him a moment until he made a gurgling speech sound and exploded in my mouth. I would never have 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 better than ever.

And it wasn't long after that a man from the post side asked if his acquaintance might get a storage warehouse job. He said the kid was a hard worker and could follow direction. He would do anything he was told. There might cause been a wink in his eye, but the lad starts workplace with me next week.

And you know I am thankful because I worked heavy to work it all about and glad I took advantage of my take sexy fantasy ! And how they were expanding. I still have some clock time about once a hebdomad for my wife and all is well. And I don't have to take in porn on my computer anymore !

Maxam