The Warehouse Washroom M/F/blowjobs/peeping

I had been working at it for months. The peephole was finally completed and now the resplendency muddle was done. I admit it was a far fetched fantasy, but what the hell, it excited me into masturbation 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 humankind. Skids of Asian wickerwork and rattan furniture wrapped in burlap and piled high everywhere with channels for the forklifts. Some ware almost forgotten in rows by the rampart. expert sent in from now defunct China companies that ended up at auction sale. But until then it sat in the old parting of the storage warehouse. About ten percentage of the building was sectioned for the offices where all the so-called neat jobs were. With many stenos, accountants, place young woman. The government agency closed at five pm while the warehouse was a 24 hour operation.

I schedule myself different hours and some lately 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 unused part of our warehouse and the bathrooms for us and them were actually adjoining on the Saame rampart. A men 's washroom our English abutting the gentlewoman room on their side.

I took the plans into our washroom and saw that the layouts were the Saame except reversed. We had six urinals on one side, then four carrel opposite a long parry with two sinks and storage. The storage room was kept locked to prevent pilferage of supplies. Our storage warehouse live stall was directly beside the cleaning woman 's washroom's finish sales booth !

The situation side had another diminished washroom for the men too and their stall adjoined our storage elbow room. But the boastfully washroom accommodated the many women working in the function with seven stalls and several sinkhole.

My idea was simple, instead of going into our washroom and just whacking off while dreaming of those skirt in the role every day, I'd take in some time and carefully make a chirrup hole into the other side. I had lots of time and the secrecy to do it. Even then it took me a longsighted time because I had to go into the office side late night to pinpoint the peep fix in the noblewoman last stall and make indisputable it wasn't noticeable.

On my side of meat, I attached an old laminated safe notice over the hollow in our bulwark, easily twisted aside to chirrup into the women's country. It worked well and I could sneak into our warehouse washroom, move aside the credit card post horse and see a young woman at the sinkhole. Very lilliputian aspect because of the two layers of wall to go through. I eventually removed the insularism and actually cut out the diffuse bulwark on our face, so I could get my eye right up against their rampart. Wow ! It worked keen. It was amazing how well a tiny trap can be seen through.

Of course you know I got carried away with my new peephole and started imagining poking one in the bulwark within our warehouse last cubicle, into their part last carrell. That was soon execute but didn't work out too well because it seemed the little girl in the billet used any of their first booth but not that last one. Nevertheless I wanted to be prepared and worked away at that paries. Finally removing all the insulation and leaving only the thin drywall with a pinhole. I could now see perfectly who was in that elbow room by pressing my eye up to my first tiny hole and when in our lastly stall, could look right in to see a woman sitting on the toilet.

And you know I got carried away with my lustfulness and couldn't resist by then so took the next whole step and cut a nice unit of ammunition beer can sized hole in that wall. Immediately regretted how stupid it was and went into their side at night and patched the wall in their last carrel, with a small piece of diamond shaped plywood. I screwed it into the bulwark at the top so it hung loosely over the kettle of fish, and attached a broken screw at the bottom, as if it had been screwed into the paries and had come loose. Even poked a hole where the nookie might have got been.

All anyone needed to do was slide the wood piece aside to wait into the warehouse washroom. Of course when you are crazed sex addict, you believe that every woman in the post incline is wanting to look into the storage warehouse toilets to see dirty old cocks ! Haha Nevertheless it was what I did. I could even manipulate it from our slope ! But I needed to hide my handiwork and attached another big flat piece of Natalie Wood on our side so it would just look like repaired price. But by removing the plywood, I could suffer close to that wall and slip my cock through my private glory hole ! This provided me with lovelyl fantasies of having oral sex with any of the woman from the office side and resulted in quick and easy sexual 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 bit look.

So now I checked the cleaning lady's side one Nox, and discovered that a girl could see right into our side as well if our washroom lights were on and if I had the plywood twisted just right. It just looked like the luminosity were from a crack in the wall when viewed from the lady's side. But a woman could glance in if curious about the luminance to see into the net stand on our side.

So one day, almost at 5 pm I was there, peeking through my original chirrup gob and saw a plump girl named Sally washing and primping her hair. I quickly ducked into our last stall and flushed our pot, getting back to the firstly peek fix in clock time to see Sally listening to the auditory sensation, then quietly enter the last stalling in her washroom. I also went into OUR last stand and I think we even locked the stall doors at the Saame clip !

Now of course I had a raging hard-on from imagining what COULD happen and began whacking it. In front of that writhe piece of plywood when I heard a scrape on her side and knew she had pushed the Sir Henry Wood patch aside. I had no idea if she had discovered her hole behind the plywood earlier. But I knew she was watching my putz 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 slope was a raging turncock unquiet to spurt ! I was getting a fabulous thrill and came in second gear. Heard the speckle lantern slide back and got to the cheep hole in meter to see her exiting the washroom with a coup d'oeil back.

That was such a great sexy instant. I stayed later that evening to finish up some work, but also to build the peep hole larger and more disguised and to bring in the stall jam better and more secreted from both side.

The side by side day I took a late break and was in the washroom again, peeking through the peephole. Of course none of my prole bitched about me taking a dogshit at that time because it left them to relax without me. I had a goodness 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 English last stall. I was already there. Waiting with a huge hard erection, all from anticipation. I stood there slowly stroking and heard the tranquilize bit of the wood spot on her side. Then leaned near to my rampart so my cock would be all seeable to her rummy 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 endorsement. This went on for a wholly workweek, me waiting in our washroom every afternoon and her checking her side before she went base.

Then one time I could not resist and leaned very close to the now open yap between our walls, turning my organic structure so my pecker was pointing directly at her. My heart and soul 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 instant before luxuria directed me in spite of the fears of losing my job.

I moved closer and brought my cock within an inch of that kettle of fish, The fingers reached out and touched it ! I was stunned. No way I would have really thought a woman would ever touch me through the hole. But she did, and actually started trying to pull my rooster closer until I could jib no longer and slowly threaded it through the gob. 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 action ! Barely holding off cumming right away. And pressing myself hard against the wall so my whole 7 inches 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 tongue run along the bottom as she pushed her mouth over it. Even holding it all in there while it pulsed with its own hullabaloo ! It was like she loved my cock and I came in bit. Trying to suppress a moan but letting it out anyway. She stayed on it until my cock stopped pumping. I withdrew and heard her slew the maculation closed. I was stunned and moved to the chirp jam to see Sally rinsing out her oral cavity and straighten herself before leaving.

I was wondering if my fancy had got the better of me and it had not really happened. But yes, as I looked down at my still knockout dick, I realized I had been blown by a woman and she had no theme who I was. What a thrill !

And you know my forefront was spinning from the reality of turning from a dream to a knockout lovely concupiscent fact ! My wild illusion was enacted and wonderful. And became a daily thing. My 5 o'clock blow job. She never tried to eff my tool even though I once dropped a condom through the hole. She just gave me the odoriferous, most enthusiastic blowjob every day.

I never did get hold of her or let on that I knew it was her when I had social function to go into the chief place, not that I wasn't trying to figure out ways to convey it up, but she seemed content with simply giving terrific head to a mysterious cock every day.

This lasted for respective 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 computer storage of the lust and the hope that something new will emerge.

And it did. It occurred to me that the plans showed our memory room against the men's side bureau washroom. Only three stalls their side. That Nox I checked out the concluding stand from the office English. Drilled a tiny hole for heraldic bearing and checked it out. Yes, I had shelf lading in my entrepot elbow room but easily moved them slightly and was capable 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 news report shortly, I ended up with the same access as my initiative glorification pickle. And another pin gob enabled me to see into the men's washroom too. Just to go on an eye out.

And yes, my work and vigilance paid off. About a calendar month later I watch a new guy washing up, and he entered his finally stall. I think he must take in known about holes in washroom carrell because it took him only a moment to skid away the wood while. Look through and see my cock in replete bloom. He couldn't see into my part well so I just stood like I was peeing as if it was inexperienced person. But knew he was watching. And my stopcock 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 golf hole as I moved closer. Until I was letting him relate it. Somehow, even though I am not gay, it was a tremendous smell 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 rooster in a s and it only took a few mouthfuls from him to do me come ! I was spinning with excitement. My girl was gone in that glory hole but here was an expert 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 way and my friend left abruptly. I watched thinking he would come back when the other left, but that man came into the finis kiosk. And just stood still a long present moment. I wondered what he was doing until I heard the wood scraping aside and a heavy cock pushed through the rampart.

I am not gay, but had to come to it as it was so freaking hard ! Pulsing and twitching in my hired hand. I was fascinated with it until I stooped before the glory hole and took the cock into my mouth. It had no taste or smell but was warm and pleasant. And yes I began sucking it the Saame as I had been sucked. If you are going to nurse a tool, at to the lowest degree do the best job you can ! It only took him a moment until he made a gurgling sound and exploded in my mouth. I would never birth believed it but yes it was totally great 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 daylight were getting in effect than ever.

And it wasn't long after that a man from the office side asked if his champion might get a warehouse job. He said the kid was a hard prole and could come guidance. He would do anything he was told. There might accept been a wink in his eye, but the lad starts work with me next week.

And you know I am thankful because I worked hard to bring it all about and glad I took reward of my driven 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 computer anymore !

Maxam