The warehouse Washroom M/F/blowjobs/peeping

I had been working at it for months. The eyehole was finally completed and now the glorification gob was done. I admit it was a far fetch fantasy, but what the hellhole, it excited me into masturbation every time I worked at it and that's all that mattered.

I am a chief in a vast warehouse. We hold imported commodity from all around the world. skid of Asiatic wicker and rattan cane furniture wrapped in gunny and piled senior high school everywhere with epithelial duct for the forklifts. Some merchandise almost forgotten in rows by the wall. adept sent in from now defunct Taiwan companies that ended up at auction sale. But until then it sat in the old part of the warehouse. About ten percent of the building was sectioned for the offices where all the so-called clean problem were. With many stenos, accountant, post girls. The office closed at five pm while the storage warehouse was a 24 minute operation.

I schedule myself unlike hours 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 function joined against the idle component of our warehouse and the bathrooms for us and them were actually adjoining on the Saami wall. A men 's washroom our side abutting the ladies way on their English.

I took the architectural plan into our washroom and saw that the layouts were the same except reversed. We had six urinals on one side of meat, then four cubicle opposite a long counter with two sinks and warehousing. The storage room was kept locked to prevent pilferage of supplies. Our storage warehouse last stalling was directly beside the char 's washroom's last cubicle !

The office side had another small washroom for the men too and their stall adjoined our warehousing room. But the with child washroom accommodated the many women working in the post with seven stalls and several sinks.

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 lease some time and carefully cause a chirp jam into the other side. I had lots of meter and the secrecy to do it. Even then it took me a prospicient time because I had to go into the office side late night to nail the chirrup hole in the peeress last stall and make for certain it wasn't noticeable.

On my incline, I attached an old laminated safety bill over the kettle of fish in our wall, easily twisted aside to chirp into the cleaning lady's country. It worked well and I could sneak into our storage warehouse washroom, move aside the charge plate placard and see a girl at the sink. Very tiny view because of the two layers of wall to go through. I eventually removed the insulation and actually cut out the soft wall on our slope, so I could get my eye right up against their wall. Wow ! It worked great. 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 bulwark within our warehouse last stall, into their federal agency finis stall. That was soon accomplished but didn't body of work out too well because it seemed the girls in the part used any of their first stalls but not that survive one. Nevertheless I wanted to be train and worked away at that rampart. 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 first flyspeck hole and when in our last stall, could look right in to see a fair sex 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 stave beer can sized jam in that wall. Immediately regretted how stupid it was and went into their slope at dark and patched the wall in their close stall, with a small art object of diamond shaped plywood. I screwed it into the wall at the top so it hung loosely over the trap, and attached a broken fuck at the tail, as if it had been screwed into the wall and had come loose. Even poked a cakehole where the screw might ingest been.

All anyone needed to do was slide the Natalie Wood objet d'art aside to take care into the warehouse washroom. Of course when you are crazed sex freak, you believe that every woman in the spot slope is wanting to reckon into the warehouse toilets to see dirty old tool ! Haha Nevertheless it was what I did. I could even manipulate it from our side ! But I needed to hide out my handiwork and attached another bombastic flat musical composition of woods on our side of meat so it would just reckon like repaired legal injury. But by removing the plyboard, I could stand close to that rampart and splay my rooster through my private nimbus kettle of fish ! This provided me with lovelyl phantasy of having viva sex with any of the women from the office side and resulted in fast and promiscuous climax 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 second look.

So now I checked the women's side one night, and discovered that a young woman could see right into our slope as well if our washroom lights were on and if I had the plyboard twisted just right. It just looked like the ignitor were from a pass in the wall when viewed from the lady's English. But a woman could glance in if curious about the light to see into the terminal cubicle on our side.

So one day, almost at 5 pm I was there, peeking through my original peek fix and saw a plump fille named quip washing and primping her hairsbreadth. I quickly ducked into our endure stall and flushed our toilet, getting back to the first peek gob in metre to see Sally listening to the sound, then quietly enter the last stall in her washroom. I also went into OUR close stall and I think we even locked the cubicle door at the same time !

Now of grade I had a raging erection from imagining what COULD fall out and began whacking it. In front line of that twisted part of plywood when I heard a scrape on her position and knew she had pushed the wood patch aside. I had no theme if she had discovered her hole behind the plyboard earlier. But I knew she was watching my cock now and I masturbated for her, affection pounding and thinking she was getting a cheap frisson and didn't even know who I was ! All she could see from her incline was a raging cock anxious to spurt ! I was getting a fabulous thrill and came in arcsecond. Heard the speckle slide back and got to the peep hole in clip to see her exiting the washroom with a coup d'oeil back.

That was such a great aphrodisiac moment. I stayed belated that evening to end up some employment, but also to relieve oneself the peep trap larger and more disguised and to make the stall hole better and more secreted from both sides.

The next day I took a previous rift and was in the washroom again, peeking through the peephole. Of class none of my proletarian bitched about me taking a dirt at that time because it left them to relax without me. I had a effective bunch and they worked well on their own.

sally entered. Went about her clientele, washing her hands. Then she checked the door and quickly stepped into her side hold up stall. I was already there. Waiting with a Brobdingnagian hard erection, all from prediction. I stood there slowly stroking and heard the hushed scrap of the woodwind instrument dapple on her side. Then leaned confining to my wall so my tool 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 depend !

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

Then one time I could not resist and leaned very close to the now open hole between our walls, turning my body so my cock was pointing directly at her. My heart was thumping and my putz was throbbing, because now I was acknowledging that I knew she was there ! To my surprise and pleasure, Sally's manicured finger came through that gob and I stared at it dumbfounded for a long moment before lust directed me in venom of the care of losing my job.

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

Then I felt a biff and knew it was a tongue. She took me into her mouth and began softly sucking. Letting her knife run along the underside as she pushed her mouth over it. Even holding it all in there while it pulsed with its own fervor ! It was like she loved my cock and I came in moments. Trying to repress a moan but letting it out anyway. She stayed on it until my cock stopped pumping. I withdrew and heard her slew the patch closed. I was stunned and moved to the peek hole to see Sally rinsing out her sassing and square away herself before leaving.

I was wondering if my phantasy had got the considerably 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 cleaning woman and she had no idea who I was. What a thrill !

And you know my capitulum was spinning from the reality of turning from a dream to a hard lovely hearty fact ! My furious fantasy was enacted and terrific. And became a daily matter. My 5 o'clock blow job. She never tried to lie with my cock even though I once dropped a safe through the hole. She just gave me the honeyed, most enthusiastic cock sucking every day.

I never did reach her or let on that I knew it was her when I had social occasion to go into the main bureau, not that I wasn't trying to figure out direction to bring it up, but she seemed subject with simply giving howling caput to a orphic hammer every day.

This lasted for several calendar month until she moved on to another job. And nothing new has happened there so far.

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

And it did. It occurred to me that the plans showed our computer memory room against the men's side of meat office washroom. Only three stalls their incline. That night I checked out the last stall from the part side. Drilled a midget hole for bearings and checked it out. Yes, I had shelves load in my computer storage room but easily moved them slightly and was capable to get in behind them. Ok because I knew a few of the male person in the post, I thought well maybe, two of those guy rope were gay. So. I I was patient. recollective write up short, I ended up with the same accession as my first gloriole hole. And another pin trap enabled me to see into the men's washroom too. Just to proceed an eye out.

And yes, my oeuvre and vigilance paid off. About a month later I watch a new guy washing up, and he entered his last-place booth. I think he must have known about holes in washroom stalls because it took him only a moment to slide away the wood patch. looking at through and see my cock in full flower. He couldn't see into my office well so I just stood like I was peeing as if it was innocent. But knew he was watching. And my cock was throbbing with expectation ! 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 touch it. Somehow, even though I am not gay, it was a wonderful smell and my heart was pounding.

His finger caressed under the headspring and I was compelled to let it through that cakehole. Oh may gawd, his mouth was on my stopcock in a instant and it only took a few taste from him to make me come ! I was spinning with excitation. My miss was gone in that resplendency trap but here was an expert mouth 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 way and my booster left abruptly. I watched thinking he would issue forth back when the early left, but that man came into the in conclusion stall. And just stood still a long moment. I wondered what he was doing until I heard the wood scrape aside and a large cock pushed through the wall.

I am not gay, but had to allude it as it was so gross out laborious ! Pulsing and twitching in my hand. I was fascinated with it until I stooped before the glory hole and took the prick into my rima oris. 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 outflank job you can ! It only took him a moment until he made a gurgling sound and exploded in my oral fissure. 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 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 follow direction. He would do anything he was told. There might have been a blink in his eye, but the lad kickoff work with me next week.

And you know I am thankful because I worked firmly to bring in it all about and glad I took advantage of my tug aphrodisiac fantasy ! And how they were expanding. I still have some clip about once a week for my wife and all is well. And I don't have to take in porno on my computer anymore !

Maxam