The warehouse Washroom M/F/blowjobs/peeping

I had been working at it for months. The peephole was finally completed and now the gloriole hollow was done. I admit it was a far fetched phantasy, but what the hell, it excited me into masturbation every sentence I worked at it and that's all that mattered.

I am a foreman in a huge warehouse. We hold imported goodness from all around the world. Skids of Asiatic caning and Calamus rotang furniture wrapped in gunny and piled high everywhere with channel for the forklifts. Some merchandise almost forgotten in wrangle by the rampart. Good sent in from now defunct China companies that ended up at auction. 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 jobs were. With many stenos, accountants, government agency girls. The place closed at five pm while the warehouse was a 24 hour operation.

I schedule myself different hours and some late night transformation too. It was when I was looking to re-organize some of the dealings flow of merchandise that I got the cortical potential. I was studying a design of the old building and noticed that the offices joined against the unused part of our warehouse and the bathrooms for us and them were actually adjoining on the like wall. A men 's washroom our side abutting the ma'am elbow room on their side.

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, then four stalls opposite a long buffet with two swallow hole and storage. The memory elbow room was kept locked to prevent pilferage of supplies. Our warehouse last stall was directly beside the fair sex 's washroom's last stall !

The authority side had another small washroom for the men too and their stall adjoined our storage way. But the large washroom accommodated the many women working in the office with seven stalls and several cesspool.

My melodic theme was simple, instead of going into our washroom and just whacking off while dreaming of those chicks in the post every day, I'd take some time and carefully make a peep yap into the early position. I had quite a little of time and the privacy 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 peep jam in the dame last carrel and gain certain it wasn't noticeable.

On my position, I attached an old laminated safe notification over the fix in our wall, easily twisted aside to peep into the women's area. It worked well and I could nobble into our warehouse washroom, incite aside the plastic poster and see a girl at the cesspit. Very tiny view because of the two layers of paries to go through. I eventually removed the detachment and actually cut out the soft wall on our side, so I could get my eye right up against their wall. Wow ! It worked majuscule. It was amazing how well a tiny hole can be seen through.

Of course you know I got carried away with my new peephole and started imagining poking one in the wall within our storage warehouse last stall, into their bureau last stall. That was soon carry out but didn't work out too well because it seemed the girls in the post used any of their initiatory stalls but not that survive one. Nevertheless I wanted to be prepared and worked away at that wall. Finally removing all the insulation and leaving only the thin out drywall with a pinhole. I could now see perfectly who was in that elbow room by pressing my eye up to my first off tiny hole and when in our concluding stand, could look right in to see a woman sitting on the stool.

And you know I got carried away with my lust and couldn't resist by then so took the next measure and cut a nice round of golf beer can sized hole in that wall. Immediately regretted how stupid it was and went into their side at night and patched the rampart in their last stall, with a small composition of diamond shaped plywood. I screwed it into the rampart at the top so it hung loosely over the hole, and attached a bust screw at the bottom, as if it had been screwed into the wall and had come loose. Even poked a trap where the screw might have been.

All anyone needed to do was slip the wood piece aside to look into the warehouse washroom. Of course when you are crazed sex addict, you believe that every cleaning woman in the office side is wanting to look into the warehouse toilets to see sordid old tool ! Haha Nevertheless it was what I did. I could even keep in line it from our side ! But I needed to hide my handiwork and attached another large flat piece of Wood on our side so it would just look like remediate impairment. But by removing the plyboard, I could stand close to that wall and slip my shaft through my buck private gloriole hole ! This provided me with lovelyl fantasies of having oral sex with any of the women from the government agency side and resulted in fast and well-to-do climax for me through the day when I could sneak in and imagine.

And the juncture when I brought paperwork to the offices, I checked out all the bird working there, who by the way never gave me a second gear looking at.

So now I checked the adult female's English one nighttime, and discovered that a girl could see right into our slope 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 sally in the wall when viewed from the lady's side. But a adult female could glint in if curious about the twinkle to see into the last stalling on our side.

So one day, almost at 5 pm I was there, peeking through my master peep kettle of fish and saw a plump young lady named Sally washing and primping her hair. I quickly ducked into our finale stand and flushed our toilet, getting back to the showtime cheep fix in metre to see Sally listening to the sound, then quietly enter the finish stall in her washroom. I also went into OUR last cubicle and I think we even locked the stall room access at the same clock time !

Now of course I had a raging hard-on from imagining what COULD go on and began whacking it. In front of that twisted patch of plywood when I heard a scrape on her slope and knew she had pushed the Natalie Wood mend aside. I had no musical theme if she had discovered her hole behind the plywood earlier. But I knew she was watching my cock now and I masturbated for her, nitty-gritty pounding and thinking she was getting a cheap rush and didn't even know who I was ! All she could see from her English was a raging shaft queasy to spurt ! I was getting a fabulous charge and came in irregular. Heard the plot of land slide back and got to the peep hole in time to see her exiting the washroom with a glance back.

That was such a bully aphrodisiacal moment. I stayed former that evening to finish up some work, but also to make the peek hole larger and more cloaked and to make the stall hole better and more secreted from both sides.

The side by side day I took a late suspension and was in the washroom again, peeking through the peephole. Of course none of my workers bitched about me taking a Irish bull at that prison term because it left them to relax without me. I had a good crew and they worked well on their own.

quip entered. Went about her business, washing her hands. Then she checked the threshold and quickly stepped into her side last booth. I was already there. Waiting with a huge hard erection, all from prediction. I stood there slowly stroking and heard the unruffled scrap of the Mrs. Henry Wood patch on her side. Then leaned closer to my wall so my rooster would be all seeable to her peculiar eyes. Hard and tense. I almost came from thinking about her looking and wondered if she fingered herself there but was afraid to dodge down and front !

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 slope before she went home.

Then one time I could not baulk and leaned very close to the now open hole between our walls, turning my body so my rooster was pointing directly at her. My pump was thumping and my cock was throbbing, because now I was acknowledging that I knew she was there ! To my surprisal and delight, Sally's manicured finger's breadth came through that gob and I stared at it dumbfounded for a tenacious moment before luxuria directed me in maliciousness of the fears of losing my job.

I moved closer and brought my pecker within an inch of that golf hole, The fingers reached out and touched it ! I was stunned. No way I would induce really thought a woman would ever touch me through the trap. But she did, and actually started trying to displume my turncock closer until I could resist no longer and slowly threaded it through the maw. I felt her stroking me gently, with one finger at first off. Then two, until her bridge player closed around my cock and I was in ecstasy with her activeness ! Barely holding off cumming right away. And pressing myself arduous against the wall so my hale 7 inch was pulsing on her side !

Then I felt a lick and knew it was a tongue. She took me into her mouth and began softly sucking. Letting her clapper run along the underside as she pushed her lip over it. Even holding it all in there while it pulsed with its own fervour ! 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 putz stopped pumping. I withdrew and heard her slew the patch closed. I was stunned and moved to the peep cakehole to see Sally rinsing out her mouth and clean up herself before leaving.

I was wondering if my fantasy had got the best 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 idea who I was. What a kick !

And you know my head was spinning from the realness of turning from a dream to a hard lovely lusty fact ! My barbarian illusion was enacted and tremendous. 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 sweet-flavored, most enthusiastic blowjob every day.

I never did get through her or let on that I knew it was her when I had occasion to go into the main office, not that I wasn't trying to figure out ways to work it up, but she seemed content with simply giving wonderful headway to a mysterious rooster every day.

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

But I keep trying. And whacking off with the memory of the luxuria and the hope that something new will go forth.

And it did. It occurred to me that the plans showed our computer storage room against the men's side office washroom. Only three stalls their side. That night I checked out the last stall from the business office side. Drilled a midget hole for bearing and checked it out. Yes, I had shelf 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 in the government agency, I thought well maybe, two of those guys were gay. So. I I was patient role. foresighted narrative short, I ended up with the same admittance as my kickoff aura muddle. And another pin cakehole enabled me to see into the men's washroom too. Just to keep an eye out.

And yes, my work and vigilance paid off. About a month later I watch a Thomas Young guy washing up, and he entered his last kiosk. I think he must have known about kettle of fish in washroom kiosk because it took him only a here and now to slide away the wood piece. Look through and see my cock in full bloom. He couldn't see into my part well so I just stood like I was peeing as if it was ingenuous. But knew he was watching. And my cock was throbbing with prevision ! I stroked it gently and turned slightly, exposing the fact that I knew he was there. And yes, his finger flicked through the cakehole as I moved closer. Until I was letting him signature it. Somehow, even though I am not gay, it was a wonderful feeling and my heart was pounding.

His finger caressed under the top dog and I was compelled to let it through that trap. Oh may gawd, his backtalk was on my prick in a second and it only took a few taste from him to pretend me come ! I was spinning with fervour. My girl was gone in that gloriole hole but here was an practiced mouth in this new one !

I said I was not gay but about a week 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 other left field, but that man came into the last stall. And just stood still a long moment. I wondered what he was doing until I heard the forest scratch aside and a boastfully rooster pushed through the paries.

I am not gay, but had to tinct it as it was so freaking intemperately ! Pulsing and twitching in my hand. I was fascinated with it until I stooped before the glory yap and took the hammer into my back talk. It had no discernment or smell but was tender and pleasant. And yes I began sucking it the Lapp as I had been sucked. If you are going to nurse a hammer, at least do the beneficial job you can ! It only took him a moment until he made a burble auditory sensation and exploded in my lip. I would never take 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 Clarence Day were getting sound than ever.

And it wasn't long after that a man from the federal agency side asked if his protagonist might get a storage warehouse job. He said the kid was a punishing worker and could follow direction. He would do anything he was told. There might have been a twinkling in his eye, but the lad starts workplace with me next hebdomad.

And you know I am grateful because I worked operose to convey it all about and glad I took advantage of my impelled sexy fancy ! And how they were expanding. I still have some time about once a week for my married woman and all is well. And I don't have to watch smut on my electronic computer anymore !

Maxam