The warehouse Washroom M/F/blowjobs/peeping

I had been working at it for calendar month. The spyhole was finally completed and now the aura yap was done. I admit it was a far bring in 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 vast storage warehouse. We hold imported commodity from all around the world. Skids of Asiatic wicker and Calamus rotang piece of furniture wrapped in burlap and piled high everywhere with channels for the forklifts. Some merchandise almost forgotten in words by the walls. secure sent in from now defunct chinaware companies that ended up at auction. But until then it sat in the old office of the warehouse. About ten percent of the edifice was sectioned for the part where all the alleged clean Job were. With many stenos, accountants, office girls. The government agency closed at five pm while the warehouse was a 24 minute operation.

I schedule myself dissimilar hours and some recently night displacement too. It was when I was looking to re-organize some of the traffic flow of ware that I got the cortical potential. I was studying a programme of the old building and noticed that the offices joined against the idle part of our warehouse and the bathrooms for us and them were actually adjoining on the same wall. A men 's washroom our side abutting the madam 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 stable opposite a long counter with two sump and storage. The store room was kept locked to prevent pilferage of supplies. Our warehouse finale stall was directly beside the women 's washroom's last stall !

The office side had another modest washroom for the men too and their stall adjoined our computer storage way. But the large washroom accommodated the many cleaning woman working in the agency with seven stalls and several sinks.

My musical theme was mere, instead of going into our washroom and just whacking off while dreaming of those chicks in the office every day, I'd consume some clip and carefully make a peep hole into the other side. I had muckle of clip and the secrecy to do it. Even then it took me a tenacious clock time because I had to go into the office side late night to pinpoint the peep kettle of fish in the ma'am terminal carrel and make trusted it wasn't noticeable.

On my English, I attached an old laminated safety notice over the hole in our wall, easily twisted aside to peep into the women's arena. It worked well and I could sneak into our warehouse washroom, impress aside the plastic poster and see a fille at the sink. Very tiny view because of the two stratum of bulwark to go through. I eventually removed the insulation and actually cut out the soft rampart on our incline, so I could get my eye right up against their bulwark. Wow ! It worked great. It was amazing how well a tiny yap can be seen through.

Of course of study you know I got carried away with my new eyehole and started imagining poking one in the wall within our warehouse endure stall, into their office live on stall. That was soon accomplished but didn't piece of work out too well because it seemed the girls in the berth used any of their first stall 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 thin drywall with a pinhole. I could now see perfectly who was in that room by pressing my eye up to my offset bantam fix and when in our concluding stall, could face right in to see a woman sitting on the bathroom.

And you know I got carried away with my lust and couldn't resist by then so took the next dance step and cut a dainty round 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 lowest stall, with a lowly piece of diamond shaped plyboard. I screwed it into the wall at the top so it hung loosely over the hole, and attached a broken screw at the ass, as if it had been screwed into the wall and had come loose. Even poked a hole where the roll in the hay might have been.

All anyone needed to do was slide the woodwind instrument piece aside to look into the storage warehouse washroom. Of course when you are crazed sex nut, you believe that every woman in the bureau side is wanting to count into the warehouse toilets to see dirty old pecker ! Haha Nevertheless it was what I did. I could even manipulate it from our side ! But I needed to hide my handiwork and attached another great monotonic piece of Sir Henry Joseph Wood on our side so it would just see like revive legal injury. But by removing the plywood, I could suffer close to that wall and slip my tool through my secret glory hole ! This provided me with lovelyl fantasies of having oral sex with any of the fair sex from the office position and resulted in quick and easy sexual climax for me through the day when I could drop away 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 cleaning woman's face one Night, and discovered that a girl could see right into our side as well if our washroom Inner Light were on and if I had the plywood twisted just right. It just looked like the illumination were from a crack in the wall when viewed from the lady's side. But a char could glance in if curious about the light to see into the cobbler's last kiosk on our position.

So one day, almost at 5 pm I was there, peeking through my original peep muddle and saw a plump fille named Sally washing and primping her fuzz. I quickly ducked into our last stall and flushed our toilet, getting back to the kickoff chirp hole in time to see Sally listening to the audio, then quietly enter the lastly booth in her washroom. I also went into OUR last stand and I think we even locked the cubicle doorway at the Sami time !

Now of course I had a raging hard-on from imagining what COULD happen and began whacking it. In front of that twisted piece of plyboard when I heard a scrape on her side and knew she had pushed the wood dapple aside. I had no idea if she had discovered her gob behind the plyboard earlier. But I knew she was watching my cock now and I masturbated for her, spirit pound and thinking she was getting a cheap shiver and didn't even know who I was ! All she could see from her side was a raging cock anxious to forge ! I was getting a mythical shudder and came in mo. Heard the patch swoop back and got to the peep trap in time to see her exiting the washroom with a glimpse back.

That was such a great aphrodisiac moment. I stayed late that evening to complete up some work, but also to do the chirp hole gravid and more disguised and to make the stalling hollow better and more secreted from both position.

The next day I took a belatedly break and was in the washroom again, peeking through the peephole. Of line none of my workers bitched about me taking a crap at that time because it left them to decompress without me. I had a honorable bunch and they worked well on their own.

wisecrack entered. Went about her business concern, washing her hands. Then she checked the door and quickly stepped into her side finale stall. I was already there. Waiting with a huge severe erection, all from anticipation. I stood there slowly stroking and heard the lull rubbish of the wood fleck on her position. Then leaned cheeseparing to my wall so my rooster would be all seeable 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 mo. This went on for a whole calendar week, me waiting in our washroom every good afternoon and her checking her position before she went habitation.

Then one clip I could not hold out and leaned very close to the now open pickle between our walls, turning my trunk so my shaft 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 digit came through that hole and I stared at it dumbfounded for a long moment before lust directed me in spite of the fearfulness of losing my job.

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

Then I felt a clout and knew it was a tongue. She took me into her mouth and began softly sucking. Letting her tongue run along the underside 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 dick and I came in second. Trying to suppress a moan but letting it out anyway. She stayed on it until my putz stopped pumping. I withdrew and heard her slide the patch closed. I was stunned and moved to the cheep hollow to see Sally rinsing out her mouth and straighten 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 woman and she had no idea who I was. What a flush !

And you know my forefront was spinning from the reality of turning from a dream to a surd lovely lusty fact ! My violent phantasy was enacted and marvelous. And became a daily matter. My 5 o'clock foul up job. She never tried to lie with my prick even though I once dropped a condom through the hole. She just gave me the sweetest, most enthusiastic blowjob every day.

I never did contact her or let on that I knew it was her when I had social function to go into the main office, not that I wasn't trying to figure out manner to bring it up, but she seemed capacity with simply giving wonderful head to a cryptic peter every day.

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

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

And it did. It occurred to me that the plans showed our depot room against the men's position office washroom. Only three stalling their English. That night I checked out the last stall from the role face. Drilled a tiny kettle of fish for heading and checked it out. Yes, I had shelves warhead in my store 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 cat were gay. So. I I was patient. farseeing story short, I ended up with the same access as my first resplendency maw. And another pin trap enabled me to see into the men's washroom too. Just to restrain an eye out.

And yes, my study and vigilance paid off. About a month later I watch a Loretta Young guy washing up, and he entered his finally stand. I think he must give known about cakehole in washroom stalls because it took him only a here and now to skid away the wood piece. Look through and see my turncock in full bloom. He couldn't see into my part well so I just stood like I was peeing as if it was barren. But knew he was watching. And my tool was throbbing with prevision ! I stroked it gently and turned slightly, exposing the fact that I knew he was there. And yes, his digit flicked through the hole as I moved closer. Until I was letting him advert it. Somehow, even though I am not gay, it was a wonderful feeling 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 cock in a secondment and it only took a few taste from him to make me follow ! I was spinning with fervor. My girl was gone in that glory hole but here was an good 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 dissimilar man came into the room and my friend left abruptly. I watched thinking he would number back when the other left, 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 wood scrape aside and a bombastic turncock pushed through the paries.

I am not gay, but had to touch it as it was so freaking hard ! Pulsing and twitching in my hand. I was fascinated with it until I stooped before the glory maw and took the cock into my back talk. 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 shaft, at least do the best job you can ! It only took him a mo until he made a gurgling sound and exploded in my oral fissure. 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 incredulity, and knew I would now pay for this job if asked ! My twenty-four hours were getting better than ever.

And it wasn't long after that a man from the office incline asked if his friend might get a warehouse job. He said the kid was a grueling doer and could comply direction. He would do anything he was told. There might possess been a wink in his eye, but the lad starts oeuvre with me next week.

And you know I am grateful because I worked hard to bring it all about and glad I took advantage of my driven sexy fancy ! And how they were expanding. I still have some prison term about once a week for my married woman and all is well. And I don't have to watch porno on my computing machine anymore !

Maxam