The Warehouse Washroom M/F/blowjobs/peeping

I had been working at it for months. The peephole was finally completed and now the glory hole was done. I admit it was a far convey phantasy, but what the hell, it excited me into onanism every time I worked at it and that's all that mattered.

I am a honcho in a huge warehouse. We hold imported good from all around the existence. Skids of Asiatic wicker and rattan article of furniture wrapped in gunny and piled high everywhere with channels for the forklifts. Some ware almost forgotten in words by the wall. Good sent in from now defunct China companies that ended up at auction. But until then it sat in the old role of the warehouse. About ten percent of the building was sectioned for the function where all the supposed neat task were. With many stenos, comptroller, office lady friend. The post closed at five pm while the warehouse was a 24 hour operation.

I schedule myself different hr and some later night chemise 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 programme of the old construction and noticed that the office joined against the unused part of our warehouse and the bathrooms for us and them were actually adjoining on the Sami wall. A men 's washroom our face abutting the ladies room on their side.

I took the plans into our washroom and saw that the layouts were the same except reversed. We had six urinals on one position, then four carrell opposite a retentive counter with two sink and storage. The computer memory room was kept locked to forestall pilferage of supplies. Our storage warehouse end stall was directly beside the cleaning woman 's washroom's last stalling !

The office side had another low washroom for the men too and their stall adjoined our memory board room. But the magnanimous washroom accommodated the many women working in the office with seven sales booth and several sump.

My idea was dim-witted, instead of going into our washroom and just whacking off while dreaming of those chicks in the office every day, I'd call for some time and carefully gain a cheep hole into the other side. I had lots of time 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 pinpoint the peep hole in the dame final stage carrell and make sure it wasn't detectable.

On my side of meat, I attached an old laminated prophylactic notice over the hole in our rampart, easily twisted aside to peep into the woman's sphere. It worked well and I could sneak into our warehouse washroom, move aside the charge plate post-horse and see a girl at the sink. Very tiny vista because of the two layers of wall to go through. I eventually removed the detachment and actually cut out the soft paries on our side, so I could get my eye right up against their wall. Wow ! It worked great. It was amazing how well a tiny jam 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 last stall, into their office hold up stall. That was soon accomplished but didn't piece of work out too well because it seemed the missy 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 lean 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 stalling, could look right in to see a woman sitting on the toilet.

And you know I got carried away with my luxuria and couldn't resist by then so took the next footmark and cut a nice cycle beer can sized hole in that wall. Immediately regretted how dullard it was and went into their face at night and patched the paries in their endure stall, with a small art object of rhombus shaped plywood. I screwed it into the wall at the top so it hung loosely over the hollow, and attached a broken screw at the merchant ship, as if it had been screwed into the rampart and had come loose. Even poked a hole where the shag might let been.

All anyone needed to do was slue the wood musical composition aside to seem into the warehouse washroom. Of course of instruction when you are crazed sex addict, you believe that every woman in the office side is wanting to see into the warehouse toilets to see sordid old cocks ! Haha Nevertheless it was what I did. I could even cook it from our side ! But I needed to hide my handiwork and attached another large flatcar piece of wood on our English so it would just reckon like repaired impairment. But by removing the plywood, I could support close to that wall and steal my turncock through my private glory muddle ! This provided me with lovelyl illusion of having oral sex with any of the fair sex from the office side and resulted in quick and leisurely sexual climax for me through the day when I could slip in and imagine.

And the occasions when I brought paperwork to the role, I checked out all the doll working there, who by the way never gave me a sec spirit.

So now I checked the woman's incline one night, and discovered that a girl could see right into our side as well if our washroom brightness level were on and if I had the plywood twisted just right. It just looked like the lights were from a sally in the bulwark when viewed from the ma'am's side. But a woman could peek in if curious about the lighting to see into the last carrel on our position.

So one day, almost at 5 pm I was there, peeking through my original peep jam and saw a plump girl named sortie washing and primping her haircloth. I quickly ducked into our stopping point stall and flushed our sewer, getting back to the first peep hole in time to see Sally listening to the audio, then quietly enter the in conclusion booth in her washroom. I also went into OUR last-place stall and I think we even locked the sales booth doors at the Saami time !

Now of track I had a raging hard-on from imagining what COULD happen and began whacking it. In front man of that twisted piece of plywood when I heard a scraping on her side and knew she had pushed the woodwind instrument maculation aside. I had no idea if she had discovered her maw behind the plyboard earlier. But I knew she was watching my cock now and I masturbated for her, warmheartedness pounding and thinking she was getting a bum thrill and didn't even know who I was ! All she could see from her side of meat was a raging putz queasy to forge ! I was getting a fabulous boot and came in seconds. Heard the patch slide back and got to the cheep pickle in meter to see her exiting the washroom with a coup d'oeil back.

That was such a with child sexy moment. I stayed late that evening to finish up some oeuvre, but also to throw the chirrup jam prominent and more disguised and to create the kiosk pickle better and more secreted from both position.

The next day I took a late break and was in the washroom again, peeking through the peephole. Of class none of my proletarian bitched about me taking a crap at that time because it left them to slacken without me. I had a beneficial crew and they worked well on their own.

sortie entered. Went about her commercial enterprise, washing her helping hand. Then she checked the door and quickly stepped into her face last stall. I was already there. Waiting with a huge firmly hard-on, all from anticipation. I stood there slowly stroking and heard the still trash of the wood temporary hookup on her position. Then leaned closer to my paries so my dick would be all visible 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 duck down and look !

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 position before she went home.

Then one time I could not resist and leaned very close to the now clear hole between our wall, turning my eubstance so my tool was pointing directly at her. My heart was thumping and my hammer was throbbing, because now I was acknowledging that I knew she was there ! To my surprisal and pleasure, Sally's manicured finger's breadth came through that hole and I stared at it dumbfounded for a long minute before lust directed me in spite of the veneration of losing my job.

I moved closer and brought my cock within an in of that hole, The fingers reached out and touched it ! I was stunned. No way I would have really thought a woman would ever disturb me through the hole. But she did, and actually started trying to pull my cock closer until I could resist no longer and slowly threaded it through the hole. I felt her stroking me gently, with one finger's breadth at firstly. Then two, until her hand closed around my cock and I was in ecstasy with her military action ! Barely holding off cumming right away. And pressing myself laborious against the wall so my whole 7 inches was pulsing on her side of meat !

Then I felt a lap and knew it was a tongue. She took me into her sassing and began softly sucking. Letting her spit run along the underside as she pushed her backtalk over it. Even holding it all in there while it pulsed with its own fervour ! It was like she loved my shaft and I came in import. Trying to suppress a moan but letting it out anyway. She stayed on it until my cock stopped pumping. I withdrew and heard her slide the patch closed. I was stunned and moved to the cheep maw to see Sally rinsing out her mouth and tidy 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 unvoiced cock, I realized I had been blown by a womanhood and she had no idea who I was. What a thrill !

And you know my head was spinning from the realism of turning from a pipe dream to a hard lovely full-blooded fact ! My violent fantasy was enacted and wonderful. And became a day-by-day affair. My 5 o'clock flub job. She never tried to fuck my cock even though I once dropped a safety through the hole. She just gave me the sweetest, most enthusiastic blowjob every day.

I never did get hold of her or let on that I knew it was her when I had function to go into the chief office, not that I wasn't trying to figure out ways to bring it up, but she seemed content with simply giving wonderful head to a mysterious hammer 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 computer memory of the lust 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 office washroom. Only three stalls their side. That night I checked out the last stall from the agency side of meat. Drilled a tiny hole for mien and checked it out. Yes, I had shelf load in my storage room but easily moved them slightly and was able-bodied to get in behind them. Ok because I knew a few of the males in the offices, I thought well maybe, two of those guys were gay. So. I I was patient. Long story unforesightful, I ended up with the Saami access as my first glory hole. And another pin hole enabled me to see into the men's washroom too. Just to retain an eye out.

And yes, my work and vigilance paid off. About a month later I watch a young guy washing up, and he entered his last stall. I think he must have known about jam in washroom stalls because it took him only a moment to slither away the wood piece. face through and see my peter in total bloom. He couldn't see into my contribution well so I just stood like I was peeing as if it was innocent. But knew he was watching. And my peter 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 gob as I moved closer. Until I was letting him stir it. Somehow, even though I am not gay, it was a terrific tactual sensation and my heart was pounding.

His fingerbreadth caressed under the head and I was compelled to let it through that hole. Oh may gawd, his mouth was on my cock in a second and it only took a few taste from him to draw me come ! I was spinning with excitation. 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 workweek later, after having four blowjobs from that guy. I was waiting again but a dissimilar man came into the room and my booster left abruptly. I watched thinking he would get along back when the other left, but that man came into the last stall. And just stood still a foresighted import. I wondered what he was doing until I heard the wood scrape aside and a with child cock pushed through the wall.

I am not gay, but had to touch it as it was so freaking concentrated ! Pulsing and twitching in my helping hand. I was fascinated with it until I stooped before the glory yap and took the cock into my mouth. It had no gustatory modality or smell but was strong and pleasant. And yes I began sucking it the like as I had been sucked. If you are going to draw a dick, at least do the topper job you can ! It only took him a moment until he made a bubble sound and exploded in my mouth. I would never stimulate 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 business office side asked if his friend might get a warehouse job. He said the kid was a surd worker and could postdate direction. He would do anything he was told. There might experience 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 vantage of my beat back sexy fantasy ! And how they were expanding. I still have some time about once a week for my wife and all is well. And I don't have to look on porn on my computer anymore !

Maxam