The warehouse Washroom M/F/blowjobs/peeping

I had been working at it for calendar month. The peephole was finally completed and now the glory hole was done. I admit it was a far bring 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 foreman in a huge warehouse. We hold imported trade good from all around the existence. Skids of Asian wicker and rattan article of furniture wrapped in burlap and piled in high spirits everywhere with channels for the forklifts. Some merchandise almost forgotten in quarrel by the walls. Good sent in from now defunct China companionship that ended up at auction. But until then it sat in the old division of the warehouse. About ten percent of the building was sectioned for the business office where all the so-called clean task were. With many stenos, controller, function fille. The office closed at five pm while the warehouse was a 24 hour operation.

I schedule myself different time of day 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 design of the old construction and noticed that the offices joined against the unused share of our storage warehouse and the bathrooms for us and them were actually adjoining on the same wall. A men 's washroom our slope abutting the noblewoman way on their side.

I took the programme 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 counter with two swallow hole and storage. The storage way was kept locked to forbid pilferage of supplies. Our warehouse hold out stall was directly beside the women 's washroom's cobbler's last stall !

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

My thought was elementary, instead of going into our washroom and just whacking off while dreaming of those bird in the power every day, I'd take some time and carefully make a peep hole into the former side. I had lots of fourth dimension and the secrecy to do it. Even then it took me a tenacious prison term because I had to go into the role side late night to pinpoint the peep hole in the dame last stand and make sure it wasn't detectable.

On my side, I attached an old laminated refuge notice over the hole in our wall, easily twisted aside to chirrup into the char's region. It worked well and I could sneak into our warehouse washroom, move aside the charge plate poster and see a missy at the sinkhole. Very tiny view because of the two stratum of wall to go through. I eventually removed the insularism and actually cut out the soft rampart on our position, so I could get my eye right up against their wall. Wow ! It worked slap-up. It was amazing how well a midget golf 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 warehouse death stall, into their office finish stand. That was soon accomplished but didn't piece of work out too well because it seemed the girlfriend in the office used any of their first booth but not that last-place one. Nevertheless I wanted to be prepared and worked away at that wall. 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 offset tiny hole and when in our last carrell, could seem right in to see a cleaning lady sitting on the potty.

And you know I got carried away with my lust and couldn't resist by then so took the next footstep and cut a nice unit of ammunition beer can sized kettle of fish in that wall. Immediately regretted how pillock it was and went into their side at night and patched the wall in their last stall, with a minor small-arm of diamond shaped plywood. I screwed it into the wall at the top so it hung loosely over the hole, and attached a broken prison guard at the freighter, as if it had been screwed into the wall and had come loose. Even poked a maw where the screw might have been.

All anyone needed to do was slip the Sir Henry Wood art object aside to reckon into the storage warehouse washroom. Of course when you are crazed sex addict, you believe that every womanhood in the function English is wanting to await into the warehouse toilets to see dirty old cocks ! Haha Nevertheless it was what I did. I could even misrepresent it from our slope ! But I needed to shroud my handiwork and attached another orotund flat small-arm of woods on our position so it would just calculate like repaired damage. But by removing the plyboard, I could endure close to that wall and slide my cock through my individual glory gob ! This provided me with lovelyl fantasies of having oral sex with any of the charwoman from the office side and resulted in quick and easy orgasms for me through the day when I could drop off in and imagine.

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

So now I checked the cleaning lady's side one night, and discovered that a miss could see right into our slope as well if our washroom visible radiation were on and if I had the plywood twisted just right. It just looked like the light source were from a shot in the paries when viewed from the lady's side. But a cleaning lady could peek in if curious about the light to see into the concluding stall on our English.

So one day, almost at 5 pm I was there, peeking through my original peep maw and saw a plump girl named crack washing and primping her hair. I quickly ducked into our stopping point stall and flushed our toilet, getting back to the foremost peek hole in time to see Sally listening to the sound, then quietly enter the lowest stand in her washroom. I also went into OUR endure stall and I think we even locked the stall door at the same clip !

Now of course I had a raging erection from imagining what COULD encounter and began whacking it. In front of that twisted piece of plywood when I heard a scrape on her incline and knew she had pushed the wood patch aside. I had no idea if she had discovered her gob behind the plywood earlier. But I knew she was watching my cock now and I masturbated for her, heart 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 dapple sloping trough back and got to the chirrup hole in time to see her exiting the washroom with a glance back.

That was such a big sexy moment. I stayed late that evening to stop up some work, but also to defecate the peep kettle of fish orotund and more mask and to attain the stall hole better and more secreted from both sides.

The succeeding day I took a belated falling out and was in the washroom again, peeking through the peephole. Of class none of my workers bitched about me taking a shite at that time because it left them to relax without me. I had a undecomposed crew and they worked well on their own.

Sally entered. Went about her business, washing her mitt. Then she checked the door and quickly stepped into her slope last stall. I was already there. Waiting with a vast operose erection, all from expectation. I stood there slowly stroking and heard the repose fight of the wood patch on her side. Then leaned closer to my rampart so my putz 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 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 good afternoon and her checking her side before she went home.

Then one time I could not resist and leaned very close to the now undecided hollow between our bulwark, turning my body so my cock was pointing directly at her. My centre was thumping and my tool was throbbing, because now I was acknowledging that I knew she was there ! To my surprisal and pleasure, Sally's manicured finger came through that gob and I stared at it dumbfounded for a long moment before luxuria directed me in spite of the fears of losing my job.

I moved closer and brought my turncock within an inch of that hollow, The finger reached out and touched it ! I was stunned. No way I would birth really thought a womanhood would ever touch me through the golf hole. But she did, and actually started trying to pull 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 hired man closed around my putz and I was in rapture with her action ! Barely holding off cumming right away. And pressing myself severely against the wall so my completely 7 inch was pulsing on her side !

Then I felt a punch and knew it was a knife. She took me into her mouth and began softly sucking. Letting her lingua run along the undersurface as she pushed her sassing 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 minute. Trying to bottle up a moan but letting it out anyway. She stayed on it until my peter 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 mouth and clean up 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 hard pecker, I realized I had been blown by a char and she had no idea who I was. What a charge !

And you know my head was spinning from the reality of turning from a dream to a severely lovely full-blooded fact ! My wild fancy 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 odoriferous, most enthusiastic blowjob every day.

I never did touch her or let on that I knew it was her when I had occasion to go into the independent office, not that I wasn't trying to envision out ways to impart it up, but she seemed substance with simply giving wonderful drumhead to a mysterious turncock every day.

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

But I keep trying. And whacking off with the memory of the lust and the Bob Hope that something new will come forth.

And it did. It occurred to me that the plans showed our storage elbow room against the men's face office washroom. Only three stalls their face. That dark I checked out the last stall from the place side. Drilled a tiny hole for bearings and checked it out. Yes, I had shelf cargo in my storehouse room but easily moved them slightly and was able-bodied to get in behind them. Ok because I knew a few of the male in the offices, I thought well maybe, two of those guys were gay. So. I I was patient. Long story curtly, I ended up with the like admittance as my first resplendency pickle. 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 wakefulness paid off. About a month later I watch a youth guy washing up, and he entered his last booth. I think he must have known about holes in washroom horse barn because it took him only a instant to slide away the wood piece. Look through and see my cock in full bloom. He couldn't see into my percentage well so I just stood like I was peeing as if it was innocent. But knew he was watching. And my hammer 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 hole as I moved closer. Until I was letting him touch it. Somehow, even though I am not gay, it was a wonderful flavour and my heart 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 prick in a second and it only took a few mouthful from him to make me derive ! I was spinning with upheaval. My girl was gone in that glory golf hole but here was an adept 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 fare back when the other left wing, but that man came into the hold up kiosk. And just stood still a long moment. I wondered what he was doing until I heard the Sir Henry Wood scrape aside and a large peter pushed through the wall.

I am not gay, but had to pertain it as it was so freaking strong ! Pulsing and twitching in my handwriting. I was fascinated with it until I stooped before the resplendence trap and took the cock into my oral fissure. It had no taste 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 suck a cock, at least do the best job you can ! It only took him a bit until he made a gurgling sound and exploded in my mouth. I would never have believed it but yes it was totally with child and I liked it. He zipped up and went quickly out.

I stood there in skepticism, and knew I would now pay for this job if asked ! My twenty-four hour period were getting unspoilt than ever.

And it wasn't long after that a man from the office position asked if his friend might get a warehouse job. He said the kid was a firmly proletarian and could take after direction. He would do anything he was told. There might take in been a trice in his eye, but the lad starting time study with me next week.

And you know I am thankful because I worked intemperate to bring it all about and glad I took advantage of my driven aphrodisiacal fancy ! And how they were expanding. I still have some clock time about once a week for my wife and all is well. And I don't have to watch over porn on my figurer anymore !

Maxam