6 comments/ 62435 views/ 21 favorites Towels By: Mumbo700 This is my first ever story and may be the first of a series of fantasy adventures with my flatmate Sarah, if you think it worth me carrying on. I tried to find an editor but sadly no one came forward, so I apologise for grammatical errors despite my best efforts. I hope you enjoy my story. Let me know what you think. I'd love to hear from you. JaneG ***** "Towels Jane! That's all it is, just changing a few towels - a couple of hours tops, and no one will mind or care really." Sarah looked at me with puppy eyes. She had missed so many of her chamber maid shifts, she felt sure the manager would be 'very cross' in her words. In my view, the manageress had given her a final warning. If it had been a man of course, it would have been a different story. She had a way of twisting people around her little finger, which she relished, especially men; but she could also twist me because she knew I loved her despite all her self-centered faults. "And your interview?" "Meeting my agent, darling, " Sarah crooned, knowing she had got her way. "I can't mess him about. It's big. I'm twenty-two and that's old in my profession." I knew Sarah, like me, had done a great variety of jobs, but none of them would I describe as either professional or, come to that, well paid. She was just like me which was why we scraped together sharing a tiny flat. However I would not be the one to stand in the way of her career dreams. I nodded my assent. She kissed me on the forehead and flounced away. "You better tell me what to do!" I called after her, and then I had another thought, "Do I have to wear that uniform?" ... Actually I was surprised by how well it fitted. Sarah was smaller than me, especially around the bosom, but I squeezed into her maid's outfit surprisingly well. I looked down my cleavage and it seemed to go on down forever, walls of smooth pink breast either side pushed up into place. This was the first and only time I would cover for Sarah. Much as everyone, me included, admired her pert button ass cheeks this was the last time I would save it this way. I looked in the mirror of the hotel's small cellar-like locker room. The uniform could have been a cast off from a porn set. My black stockings, at least they were my own, thankfully, reached up beyond the hem of the dark silk like dress that just about covered my own ass. Any deviation from perpendicular and I would expose that band of my flesh between the bottoms of my suspenders and the tight white panties cupping my twenty- three year old pussy. I was a music graduate for Christ's sake! What would my mother make of her child prodigy in this? I had these conversations with myself quite regularly once. What would she make of me being just a piano teacher? What would she think of me waitressing to make ends meet? What would she think of me with Mr Mercer wanting to fuck me on the Bluthner baby grand, my family heirloom? His wife came to collect him, saw me and that was his last ever lesson from me. He had concentrated on brushing my thighs and staring down my cleavage more than he ever did his pieces, but that was not on the programme. I knew what my mother would make to that. I was having fewer of these conversations nowadays. I had a sexy body more obviously than clever fingers and hell I looked a man's fantasy slut right now from head to toe. I grabbed my phone and took a full length selfie. Dam whatever anyone else made of me, I was hot! Fucking hot! This was a photo for Facebook. My brown eyes were large bottomless pools of 'come to bed'. My lips were 'out there' painted a dark bold red. No man, or maybe woman come to that, could see my mouth and not think secretly of kissing, and licking, and sucking. My long brown hair bunched up in a bun beneath a cute lace cap. I wanted to bury my head into my own bosom! I turned to see myself side on. A long elegant neck looked ready for biting and kissing. So much of my upper chest was exposed it accentuated my full breasts, making them all more erotic and enticing. I smiled saucily at myself, mouthed something definitely French, followed it by wiggling my little pointy tongue and saw my own brown eyes twinkle with a cheeky thought. I turned my back to the mirror, bent down to touch my toes and twisted as best I could to take one more selfie. This time, legs slightly apart there was clear sight of the white tops to my nice curved thighs and the gusset of my panties was in plain view. This one was not for Facebook. I would not want even my closest friends to know that a maid's outfit had turned me into a randy perv. I looked down at the pile of towels to deliver and my laundry trolley and started to come round from my own dirty thoughts. How hard could it be? You take in the clean towels. You take out the dirty. In and then out of each room along the corridor. The guests were at breakfast, packed and leaving, out for the day or out for good. The place seemed pretty still. The first couple of rooms had signs of occupation but no occupants. One was tidy, the other a mess; the en suite looking like a football team had showered with a gang of cheerleaders. The bed was a mess. The bedside table held an empty bottle of liquor and a couple of unused condoms. I left the room quickly and went to the next. I knocked, took a few steps into the room and stopped. The curtains were still drawn and I was surprised by how little I could see, but before I could work out my way to the window I could see a shape on the bed and as my eyes began to adjust I made out the naked torso of a man. "Sorry, " I said weakly, " .towels" and nodded to the bundle in my arms. I could just see his head fall back and him staring at the ceiling and at first I thought this was exasperation because he let out a long sigh, but then I saw the bed linen domed above his groin. Had he been masturbating? How embarrassing. "Is it... , " I began to ask permission. He moaned quietly just a little more and raised an arm weakly as if to try and wave me on, or away, I wasn't sure. As I adjusted more to the gloom I could see the heap of sheets moving slightly and enlarge. I stepped sheepishly toward the bathroom through the thick fug of the last night's breathing. I was followed by another slightly louder groan and worrying he was actually ill turned to see his head rolling. I looked again and saw a man in his thirties, disguising deep breaths, his abdomen tensing and releasing and his hand clenching the sheets about him. The mound of sheets over his waist was much larger than I first thought and rose and fell and only now could I see there was someone else underneath with him in the bed. Our eyes met in recognition and we held each other's' gaze. He looked helplessly into my eyes and I stared hard into his transfixed. He continued to stare but his look changed gradually to lust as he took me in; my face, my legs and most of all my breasts. As his eyes began to burn into me my nipples grew hard. He let out a pant and snort like a rousing bull and both hands gripped the linen shape rising and falling on his lap. I made out a ragged slurping sucking noise gaining speed and two people struggling for breath, but all the time he continued his stare straight at me, challenging, arrogant almost. I didn't know what to do. I flushed from head to toe. My pussy wanted me to cup it in my hand, but all I could do was grope for the en suite light. Suddenly desperate to spear completely the bedclothes above him, he thrust up from the mattress and his whole body tensed rigid and jerked, again and then again, and he grunted amazingly loudly each time. A band of light shone across the bed from where I switched on the light. Suddenly, the man grabbed the bedclothes and defiantly pulled them all away. He deliberately revealed the naked woman beneath. The mushroom of his fat cock was still within her mouth. Its reddened stem shone with her spit and flecks of spunk. One thick dribble of sperm leaked over her lips. His cock was still rigid, big and fucking awesome. "Oh fuck! Fuck!" I thought I would buckle at my knees. It was like he had cum on me, like his warm spunk had shockingly spattered my naked body not in the mouth of the naked woman beside him. He continued to look at me knowing my thoughts, undressing and fucking me hard with impaling eyes. His woman looked up blinking, bewildered and squinting into the light. She released his cock from between her lips and wiped her mouth clean of spit and a stubborn strand of spunk with the back of her arm. She maybe made out my silhouette. "What the... " She began. I made out his mesmerising still hard rod, still twitching defiantly and still I could feel his eyes. His cock was so fat, so big. "You know you want it, you know you want to feel it filling you, pushing out the walls of your pussy, splitting your cunt." I could sense him saying it in my head just using his eyes. I could not cope. I dropped the fresh towels on the counter top and fled the room. I leant against the corridor outside breathing deeply and trying to recover some composure. The ordinary daylight and empty passage felt reassuringly mundane and safe. The next room was empty. The guests' suitcases were packed and ready but abandoned. The curtains were drawn back and everything tidy. All the drawers were left a little open to show they had been checked that all belongings had been packed. I also noticed all the toiletries had been gathered up as I picked up the used towels. They were probably still at breakfast maybe or checking out. A sanctuary, the room was a chance to catch up and reflect, calm down, but I noticed the first thing I did as I sat on the edge of the bed and looked into the room's narrow, oblong mirror, was unconsciously lick my lips. I looked again at the reflection of the sexy maid. Her chest rose and fell deeply. Her knees were spread apart and she noticed the streak in her panties between her lips. I pulled up some strands of hair that had escaped from my bun, but gave up with others and twirled these ringlets between my nervous fingers. Shit! I parted my legs wider, swung my skirt out of the way to pull my panties up tighter. I thrust my hips forward and imagined rubbing pussies with the maid in the mirror; rubbing our sopping clits until we came and clung together. My face flushed. And then I heard the noises from nextdoor and it flushed some more. He was obviously returning the favour. She was, like me, a lover who gave out words of encouragement and guided her partner to gain the most satisfaction. "Oh yeah babe, that's it right there... oh yeah... mmm, " she crooned. She was nextdoor on the bed like me, only naked, legs spread wide apart, her man licking and sucking on her pussy. I tried to recall her face and body. She was blonde, a little older than me maybe, big breasted, bigger than me even. I called to mind a breast bulging squashed between her torso and the mattress. I could remember the sight of a big globe of pale flesh being revealed as she raised her head from his cock. "Oh yeah that's good! Suck it... flick it. Oh shit yeah! Fuck! mmm... put some fingers inside", she continued, followed by a more guttural squeal as he obviously found the spot she was hoping for. I lay back on the bed and my legs spread further apart and my hand crept over my mound. I felt the heat through my panties and rubbed. I could imagine her holding her own breasts, pulling her own nipples and groaning. She would be thrusting her pelvis, offering up a soaking pussy. One of his hands would hold her ass clamping his mouth to her pussy: his tongue dancing madly on her clit. Two fingers of his other hand would be hooked deep in her cunt rubbing, going in and out. Jesus, I was getting so wet and horny. "Oh... oh fuck! I'm going to cum on your tongue... Oh... you fucking bastard... oh shit!" She was on the climax ride now, no more instruction necessary. Her legs pulling in tighter, her back arching and pelvis thrusting madly. Soon her leg muscles would tremble uncontrollably, her flush skin turn shiny with sweat and his head all the while would be clamped tight between her thighs, as she arched, bucked and heaved, as the most intense orgasm blew out every cell of her body and made her explode. "Ohhhh Fuuuck! Yes... " she screamed. My own timid finger slid and turned the enlarging wet bud of my own clitoris. It felt good - really good. It went lower to explore and slide between my lips and feel inside my moist hot cunt. I wanted more inside me. "Oh fuck! Yes I'm cumming" She bellowed from nextdoor. The door handle rattled. The guests were entering and as if driven off the bed by an electric shock, I shot bolt upright, in one leap, finding myself standing in front of a middle aged couple: a nice couple; a man in a jacket and jeans, a woman in a black casual dress. They were as surprised to see me as I them. A further loud sexual groan from next door increased their look of surprise a little more. We stood opposite each other in silence for what seemed an age but was probably just a few moments. Then the woman gestured with her head. I showed puzzlement and she gestured again. "Your skirt, dear." She half whispered in a maternal way. I noticed then that my skirt had stayed lifted and was stuck up more like a belt exposing my suspenders, thighs and panties. I smoothed it down hurriedly and my hand sought strands of fallen hair to tidy away. Just then from nextdoor as if to dam me: "Oh shit, you fucking horny bastard!" The words were followed by two loud grunts and resounding thumps as their headboard hit the two rooms' party wall. No one in the room mistook this as any other noise but the prelude to the woman being vigorously fucked. There was no doubt in my mind that his cock, that cock, was now deep inside her cunt fucking her to heaven. She wailed loudly. "My god they've got some stamina, " said the newly arrived man quietly to no one in particular. There was another pause, ended only by another almighty thrust, wail and bang from nextdoor. "I suppose you are a hotel maid... I mean a real maid" the woman asked me suspiciously. "Yes... well... yes I am", I answered unconvincingly. I could see how my dress, exposing myself, tousled hair and probably the smell of sex I was giving out, not to mention the obscene music from nextdoor, might just beg the question. "Right... " An ambiguous flicker of an expression went across her face... "Right", like reflecting or reminiscing, she was possibly disappointed. Perhaps I was a prostitute on a call. Perhaps she would like to watch her husband screw me or eat his spunk from my dripping pussy. "Towels... " I said weakly once more. "Right, " she said more definitely, landing back in reality. I scooped up the used towels and manoeuvred passed them awkwardly. They stayed still, rooted exactly where they had caught me with my panties exposed. "Well, " said the man quietly to his wife as I departed, "I can't fault the room service... " ... The next three rooms were empty of guests so as I travelled away I drew apart from the noise of love making, thrusting, groans and orgasm. I saw that nextdoor middle aged couple leaving quietly down the corridor with their luggage. He looked at me over his shoulder hopefully and smiled. She, of course, noticed, pulled him beside her by the waist and I saw her hand wandering to his ass, wonder about squeezing him and then did so, tenderly, as they carried on their way. I smiled to myself now the excitement was ebbing and cleared more empty rooms of dirty towels. I knocked and entered, knocked and entered and so on. Sarah had said the work was boring but that man's cock was in my head and still had me completely turned on. Then I burst into a room that seemed to have become an office. The room was occupied by a woman in one of the hotel bath robes and a towel wrapped around her hair. She spoke so rapidly into her mobile that it was no wonder she did not hear me knock. Twenty four hour news rolled across the TV and a laptop beamed out a dull looking presentation slide. "It'll be fine, " I heard the woman continue, "the products sell themselves. I only really just have to make sure I turn up on time." She saw me and paused. She was slightly stern in the face, high cheeked, but with dazzling blue eyes no one could disobey. She seemed very confident, young and up and coming: a woman who would definitely make an impact walking into a meeting for all the right reasons as well as the wrong ones. It was hard to tell covered by a robe and the towel about her hair, but she was probably stunning. "Yes?" She asked me. "Towels, " I said offering them up. "OK." She motioned with her head the way to the bathroom, though why I would need directions I really did not know. The bathroom mirror was steamed up with condensation and the counter top packed with what looked like expensive toiletries and cosmetics. I struggled to find a space for my towels and, in attempting to slide them on, a few of her bottles and tubes fell to the floor. It was lucky none of them smashed. I bent down quickly to retrieve them just in case she came straight right in to check on the small commotion. The first thing I picked up was a vibrator. It was stainless steel or chrome, beautifully shaped and modest in size. I held onto it, admired and wondered about the little pleasure tool in my hand. Was it warm, still warm from whirring some pussy joy in the shower? I imagined this tube of pleasure pulsing in her pussy while the rest of her body quivered under the rods of water tingling all her skin. I made to sniff it, I really don't know why, but before I could a hand reached over my shoulder and took it from me. "No, " she said, "I didn't cum in the shower." and after a pause for reflection she added, "I'm just so fucking... tense!" I heard the vibrator whirr into action behind me and then switch off. She seemed to be talking so slowly and deliberately and seductively. I could tell she was looking over my body and was tempted to tip up my skirt and get a closer look, or was I just so horny I was imagining. I was too embarrassed or frightened to turn around, I cleared the condensation from the mirror and brought her into view. I swallowed hard. She removed the towel from her hair carefully letting a sudden mass of long hair tumble down before swinging it back from her face and over her shoulders. "Towel... " She said as if offering a cigar she had just rolled that minute between her thighs. I turned and she replaced her toy to the counter top. "So fucking tense... " We looked into each other's eyes. "I suppose you'll want this?" There was another pause while I struggled with what she meant, then she seemed to somehow shrug her robe from her body in a single move. It fell or rather slid from her in one single smooth movement, revealing perfect round breasts, pert nipples, her flat tummy, a completely smooth pussy and fantastic legs. She was a goddess risen from the sea standing completely naked before me. Yes, oh God, I wanted her. Her piercing blue eyes struck me dumb. Whatever she asked I would do without question. I stared at her perfect body, awestruck. "The robe, " she said, "don't you want that too?" When did she switch the TV off? How did the room become suddenly absolutely and so utterly silent? She would be able to hear my heart beat, my eyelids flutter and the blood pump to my own pussy lips unconsciously puffing up and lubricating. The sexual tension of these moments stretched like an hour, half frightening, half intoxicating: the man has stopped completely dead and tensed and waiting, waiting, suddenly bursts, shoots, flings cum from his cock and neither knows nor cares where. Towels Her tongue was in my mouth. She was kissing me deeply, eating me. And I closed my eyes and was kissing her back. She held my head tight and glued our mouths together. Her tongue stroked mine and traveled around it. Her hands flew to my ass and grabbed each cheek, pulling me tight to her naked body and her thigh slid up high along my body and rubbed my side. My own hands then went tentatively to her waist. I opened my eyes and met a gaze made completely of lust. "Fuck me, " she said, as she pulled away, "fuck me, please." Her voice was breathless and urgent. She disappeared from the bathroom and then seemed to return in an instant holding something. I just stood there helpless and obedient. She held up an impressive sized dildo in front of my face. I was be left in doubt with what I should fuck her, she wanted this large phallus put inside her; but loops and straps also dangled from her hand. "Put in on and fuck me, " she disappeared again, "I need this so much." I heard her fall onto the bed. Images of her repose flashed in my head: on all fours, looking over her shoulder to see me advance and take her from behind, tilting her hips to fully expose her poised and glistening pussy; lying on her side to welcome me by her, to mould me into her tummy and breasts. I could not concentrate. I had never worn a strapon dildo before and it seemed more complicated than I would have ever imagined. I heard a grunt from the bed and came toward her bedside in search of help. She lay on her back. Her eyes were closed. One perfect breast was a perfect smooth globe with a distended nipple. The other nipple was twisted and pulled so hard between her finger and thumb her whole tit was misshapen and abused. Her tummy rose and fell rapidly. Her legs were raised far apart. Her other hand rubbed her clitoris in rapid bursts and she sank two fingers deep into her pussy in between these bursts of rubbing. Her fingers made a filthy wet squelchy noise as they sank inside. She grunted again. Her pussy was very wet and its swollen lips shone with her own juices. "Jesus, " she snapped at me, "Like this." She sat up quickly and turned me around. She found I still had my panties on. "Christ's sake, " and then tugged them down. The cool air. The impatient treatment turned me on even more. As I stepped into the harness I realised I was going to fuck another woman for the first time in my life. "This rubs my clit. This goes in your pussy." Her hand went round and very business-like spread my lips. She was pleased to find me so wet, tutted and then kissed my ass cheek. She then slid my own little dildo inside and anchored it in place with the straps. I turned around to face her. The big red jelly dong destined for her cunt wobbled and sagged so my end of the toy pushed up and rubbed me on my G. I shivered with lust and just wanted to fuck her silly. Which was exactly what she wanted too. "Now fuck me... Fuck me hard." She lay back again and once more spread her legs. She pulled her pussy lips apart as I knelt between them. I rubbed the artificial cock along her cunt briefly. It gained a little lubrication but then suddenly and inexpertly I rammed it full and deep inside her. She screamed and I thought I had gone in too deep, too fast and hurt her, but no. "Oh Fuck that's good, " she grabbed me onto her body and pulled me higher, her head in my cleavage. "Now fuck me!" I raised my ass and rammed. She jolted. I rammed again. Again, grunting, and again I thrust. "Oh yeah, fuck yeah" and she began to moan. I picked up the pace, grunting almost continuously. I could feel I was mercilessly rubbing her clit. The dildo in me nudged and pushed against my G. Obscene wet noises came from both our groins. "Oh fuck me baby! Yes... Oh fuck yes!" Her legs swung wildly in the air and then suddenly her heels clamped onto my ass and she gripped my hips in between her legs and began to ride me back, madly trying to buck me. This took me on faster toward my own orgasm, but she was galloping way ahead lost in her own rapture. The big dildo relentlessly pulling in and out of her, faster and faster, she began to wail continuously. I yanked my arm beneath her head and looked down at her face. Her eyes were stuck wide open and her eyeballs rolled. Her face was set rigid, her mouth stretched open in a large O. I was fucking her now at a furious pace, in and out, in and in and in again. I reached down with my free hand and grabbed a tit, pinching a nipple roughly. "I'm cumming! Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck yes!" She tensed, jerked and then came like a jack hammer. It shook the cock inside me gloriously and we groaned together in unison and I felt my cunt grip my dildo end involuntarily as I ground into the woman impaled beneath me. There was a long pause. She panted and recovered herself. Her hands flung over her head, her legs released me and collapsed to each side. I stayed on top of her, my pussy buzzing, oozing onto her and urging attention and release. "Oh God I needed that. Oh babe... " She jerked as tiny aftershocks zinged along our shared cock, making my own needs more urgent still. "Wow! That was something else... wow!... Fuck!" She had had a deeply satisfying orgasm and had been well and truly fucked. Just as she ordered. A little while later I lay on my back looking down my body. My breasts aching to burst from my uniform like nothing I'd ever, ever known. I was sure if anyone so much as scratched my bare nipple when free to the air, I would explode with an orgasm just with one tiny scratch. The big red shiny dildo stuck up from me, wobbling like an absurd tower locked into me. My thighs parted to let some sensuous air bathe my pussy and cool me down with all the juices oozing slowly from me and, I guess, trickling down the dildo itself. "I just get so tense." She explained half-dressed and brushing her hair briskly. "I know I shouldn't. It's my fucking job after all, but there's so much riding on this." She grappled with the hair dryer and carried on talking as if she was glued back on to her mobile once again. I stopped listening. I felt a mixture of intense sexual frustration and smugness. I had fucked my woman and made her cum on my cock and she had cum. She had cum hard. On the other side I hadn't cum. I needed to be fucked and cum hard too; God I did so much! I wished I really was a man and could have ejaculated like men do, in the blink of an eye. I would have shot my stuff on her face and into that fucking gorgeous hair, great big blasts of it. Then she would have had to shower again. Her voice disappeared under the noise of the hair dryer. I stood and removed the strapon. I pulled the dildo to my noise and smelt her sex one last time before I laid it down on her bed. I then made to creep out. She shut off the dryer and I looked at her staring back at me quizzically. "Where are you going?" I gestured to the door. "Towels, " she said, "Don't forget the towels, " and nodded her head in their general direction. ... I was outside in the corridor again leaning against the wall unconsciously rubbing myself. I think I had done two or three more rooms almost without noticing the contents. Unless one of rooms had had an orgy going on I wouldn't have noticed what was going on inside them. I just had to get home, get naked and masturbate. I was just in a trance reliving the moments before, fucking this woman to orgasm, picturing her face, visualising the beautiful perfect curves of her smooth skinned body, plunging in and out of her pussy with her plastic strap on cock. The air on my ass and pussy reminded me I had left my panties behind and kept my high arousal simmering. And if I didn't think of her, I thought of that man's cock being sucked and the brazen show he made of it as soon as he had cum in his girlfriend's mouth. Every now and then I couldn't resist lifting my skirt around my waist, furtively cupping my pussy and rubbing methodically around my clitoris. Jesus! I was so wet. At last came the final room. It was more a suite. It was elegantly laid out, spacious with a settee, armchair and coffee table. There was a large untouched emperor bed and, as I discovered a large circular bath as well as shower and bidet. The suite had not been occupied. The towels were left untouched and I thought the sensible thing was to leave them where they were. So I placed the unwanted clean ones carefully and browsed around. I couldn't lie on the bed and crumple it. Much as I would have loved to disrobe and lie languidly across it in order to release the terrible ache within my loins, I couldn't risk it. I had almost been caught once and I knew after a certain point, well, there was a point of no return. I would be discovered in abandon and gratifying rapture, but to the intruder I would be filthy and obscene. I noticed a misplaced folder by the room service menus that I knew did not belong to the hotel and picked it up. To my surprise a large glossy ten by eight photo of a bare cheated man spilled out onto the floor. I picked it up. He was tanned and hunky. His face was chiseled and manly with twinkly blue eyes, but the main purpose of the photo of course was to show off a fantastic six pack; lick-able, rest my head on, stroke and scratch, it would help hurl large boulders as well as scoop me off to bed and throw me down. As I studied the photo more closely I also liked his jaw line. He had a posed but manly half smile and I loved the veins bulging in his forearm. "Mmm he'd do! He'd do me good... " "New boyfriend?" I jumped a foot in the air with shock. She laughed loudly. "Shit Sarah! Christ!" But she only continued to laugh at me. "You were miles away." She peered over my shoulder. "Now I know why!" She laughed and smiled some more. "I can guess what you were thinking!" I turned to face her, recovering only slowly: "I nearly died of a fucking heart attack." "Anyway put that down. I have news! I couldn't wait!" She took the photo from me and dropped it onto the coffee table. It was then I realised she was bobbing up down like an excited school girl. Her grey-blue eyes were wide with excitement. Her thinner figure than mine seemed readying itself to jump and her short blonde hair helped the impression of an athlete. I had always envied her legs, toned and lithe it seemed up to her neck. She had always envied my breasts. Hers smaller and pert strained a thin white cotton blouse through which you could clearly see the shape of her breasts and bra. She wore a short pleated skirt, adding, to the sporty image, which, although not as short as mine, was definitely on the provocative side. "So I guess the interview went well?" "I will tell you all, " she exclaimed and threw her arms up in the air, " but first, first I'm going to have a bath!" She turned on her heel and made for the en suite, as assuredly as if she had every right and this was her suite, or actually her hotel. That was Sarah. She did not lack self confidence or brazenness. And, did she want to know about my morning? Never. But if I had a chance I would tell her. I heard the bath water running already. "What are you doing Jane? I'm not going to shout." "But someone might come in, " I began. "This room's never been used all the time I've been here. I always take a bath. It's such a beauty don't you think? A bit of luxury." She was already naked and testing the temperature. "But there's that folder." "What?" She still did not look even vaguely concerned. "I'll check it." I came back out of the bathroom. "My news, Jane! Let me tell you!" She called after me. "I'm going to be a star! An actress darling! Like you always said I wouldn't." Sarah and I had shared a flat for six lascivious months but we'd known each other for years. We had also found out about each others' bodies in that time, each time when tipsy with drink, seeking randy comfort, and, on one half remembered but intensely lustful night we had each made love to our boyfriends in the same room. I knew Sarah had done some modelling but her real intent was to find fame, on the screen or stage preferably, but actually by any means possible. There were several similar photos of the same man. One made him look a lot gentler, looking as coy as he could over his shoulder. Further in and he was naked. There were plenty of photos showing his cock and there was no doubting why. This had to be, literally, his biggest selling point: it was huge. Even flaccid I could imagine this was a monster for any girl to fuck. A little further through the folder and I did not need to imagine. The bath was run and the flowing taps fell silent. "Jane?" Sarah called probably a bit worried I'd walked out. "Jane!" I think my favourite series was still the first I saw. He was with a friend. Both were being led by a smiling young lady, big breasted dressed in t shirt and jeans. They were on the steps to a house and she was leading the happy trio inside. Next, now inside the house, the boys both had their cocks out of their jeans either side of her kneeling between them holding one in each hand. Another photo had both cocks perched in her mouth separated only by her shiny tongue. The final picture before those that caught her spattered and soaked in spunk, showed her sandwiched between the two men. She lay on her back, legs spread wildly, her head lilting toward the camera, mouth open. There was a cock in her asshole from the man she lay on and the hunk himself was bent over her, his fat cock driven full into her pussy. What struck me was how she looked straight at the camera in each of these photos, directly at the reader, her face full of truly convincing joy and rapture. She was looking straight at me. "Fuck Sarah! What is it about this place!" I strode back into the bathroom brandishing the porn. "Sex! Sex! Sex!" I shouted. " You know I fucked a woman down the corridor! And saw another do a blowjob! What is it with this place?" Sarah sat upright sharply in the bath. Excluding times when moaning through an orgasm or with her mouth stuck between my legs, this was the first time I had seen her completely unable to speak. She pursed her lips in readiness but nothing came out and I could see there were quite a few questions running around inside her head. She just could not choose which was first. "You fucked a woman... a woman?" She looked at me in a mixture of disbelief and stunned, surprise, half expecting a cock to spring from between my legs. When she had blurted a few astonished expletives and calmed a little I sat by the bath and recounted my horny morning. At certain points I could see her squirm a little and her palm stroke her tummy. "And in all this you haven't cum?" She thought about that and had a rare moment of empathy. "You poor love, " Sarah concluded consoling, sweetly mocking and half aroused to help. She put all the attention down to the tight fitting uniform, which in her words made me ' as fuckable as hell'. And 'any man with a cock would cum in his pants'. She continued by tossing off an imaginary cock between her thighs. "Go on love, give us a flash! Show us your panties, go on!" This was about the limit of her acting skills, but I stood, curtsied cutely and flashed up my skirt. "Oh!" She giggled in surprise, "No panties!" I proved the fact by turning my back, bending over and exposing my naked ass. I spread my legs a little so there was no mistaking. "Ooh you little slut!" She cried. "I'll keep you as my whore now I'm going to be a star." I sat on the toilet opposite. I thrust forward below the waist and flung my legs out wide. She watched me as with one hand I spread my pussy lips and with the other slid two fingers deep inside me. I surprised myself by how good this felt and how quickly my inhibitions were once again dissolving. I noticed Sarah's hand had given up stroking her imaginary cock and had begun on more satisfying work between her legs. "Come on in, " she beckoned, "soak that beautiful body beside mine." My striptease could only go so far before I needed help from Sarah to unzip me and peel off her ridiculously tight dress. I quickly became naked and sat in the bath beside her, touching thigh to thigh. I gave out a sigh so good was the feeling of being immersed in hot soapy water. The mood changed. "My day has been brilliant, " she said, "and you've always been a brilliant friend." She kissed me ever so tenderly on the lips and looked into my eyes. "I'm gonna miss you in Hollywood." She giggled quietly. I kissed her back just as tenderly. "Then we'll just have to create some happy memories to go with you." "Nawh! You're so cute, sweety" Her hand went to my hip. "... And pretty fucking horny!" We smooched, kissed and stroked each other softly for some minutes. More and more of our bodies craved contact from the other. "I don't suppose you kept that strap on somewhere, " she said into my ear in a low husky voice, "I could fuck you forever." "God", I replied, "I could do with a cock inside me... so much." "Well I don't know about that but... " and Sarah smiled, "I can only do what I can... ", She stood and took my hand to lead me from the bath and I followed meekly, desperate now to explore and be explored rolling together on that ample, perfect bed. The water glistened on our nymph-like bodies. I followed her smiling sexy face. "Towels, ladies?" I screamed. Looming from around the corner into full view, the gravelly slightly eastern European voice preceded the person of the hunky model. Fully clothed he looked much bigger than his photos suggested. He clearly liked the shock he had created and smiled an arch and knowing smile as he duly proffered my own towels back to me. I took one and swallowed hard and half attempted to cover my breasts and naked body. "It's the hunky model, " I said dumbly across to Sarah. She looked him up and down in a different unabashed way. "It's the hunky porno stud", she replied with a wicked lick of her lips. He seemed slightly pleased to be recognised. "So how long have you been spying on us?" This seemed like a hard question for him to answer. "Enough... " He almost grunted. "Enough? Enough to turn you on. You know Jane here, " Sarah nodded at me, "Jane showed me the pictures, you know, the hardcore ones" And here she paused for effect and changed tack completely, "and your - fucking - big -cock." He grunted. Sarah continued. I looked on amazed at her. "Is it stirring now, getting stiff at the thought of Jane and I making love, licking and kissing, cumming against each others' firm young bodies. I'm going to spread Jane's legs and bury my head between them. She's going to orgasm on my tongue. You want to watch... Or do you want to... . fuck?" Sarah put both her hands behind her head, thrust out her breasts, slightly arched her back and stood there defiantly, invitingly, completely naked, legs apart. She did a small thrust with her hips and looked the hunk up and down. Strangely, he seemed completely unmoved by all this, but it was certainly getting me even randier. There was another longer pause while he stayed impassive and seemingly struggling to form words in English. If he had had a plan it did not seem to go beyond his first ambush. Sarah looked unperturbed and assured. Waiting for his hormones to kick in she cupped a breast in one hand and let the flat of her hand slide down her chest and stomach. His eyes widened, maybe. There was another pause as everyone waited for her hand to slide into her groin. "... show us your cock, " someone croaked pathetically and then I realised it was me. And he did. It was as we expected, one massive penis, but seeing it in the flesh was a whole different thing. Even semi soft it was as thick as my wrist. It swung down like an elephant's trunk. It was difficult to imagine that it could transform into even more of a monster, but we both knew we just must, just had to see it fully erect. Towels I know in porn movies when a man takes out his cock, his woman immediately drops to her knees to give him a blow job, but I was not about to do that. I wanted something else. Instead, I let my towel drop to the floor and stepped nearer. I wanted to breathe him in and let him feel my heat. Sarah on the other hand, took the opposite view. She did fall to her knees and lifting up his heavy member licked along its underside. She licked and lapped away. It twitched and stirred. He bent his head down to my breast and locked his mouth onto my own erect nipple. It felt delicious. I cupped the other breast before his own hand took over the job so I might rake my nails across his abdomen. I was then delighted to feel his other hand on my ass cheek, clenching and slightly lifting me before continuing on its way to my crack and rubbing from the bottom of my spine to the bottom of my cunt. I rubbed against his thigh. There was a popping noise as Sarah loudly disengaged from sucking his cock. "Oh Jesus... " I think she said, before more noises as she attempted to devour him. I had to see and could not resist any longer and sank to Sarah's level. Her eyes widened in greeting but her mouth was fully stretched. His cock head, now fully erect, had managed to wedge inside her mouth sealing it completely. I could see from the traces of saliva on his flesh that she had somehow managed to consume more, but not so much more. How I could not imagine. I licked along a bulging blood vessel and felt him twitch and thrust a little causing Sarah to make a curious gulp and gag a little. I fondled his heavy ball sack and there was a similar chain of events. I looked back at Sarah. I could see the cock had penetrated deeper. Her eyes seemed even wider, her cheeks bulging and a large string of drool dangled from her chin. His large hands then held her head and slowly, inexorably pulled her deeper and deeper onto his cock, like some giant spaceship docking. I played ferociously on my own clit as he held her there helplessly. Then just as slowly and carefully he withdrew. Again there was the obscene sucking noise and Sarah gulped for air with deep heaving breaths. "Oh Fuck, " I cried as it turned toward me aiming for my own throat. "No way!" I staved it off holding it in both hands toward the base, licking madly just under its bulbous mushroom head. This seemed to please him. I felt him reach to my breast again as well as tousel my hair. Sarah joined me licking too and rubbed my pussy with two fingers. "Go on, " she pleaded, "try... " "Oh my God Sarah! I don't know whether I could let him fuck me, let alone in my mouth" Sarah broke off from slathering along his cock. "Well, let's see if he can fuck you then... " He lay on his back across the bed a bronzed naked Gulliver in Lilliput. His body a rippled plain of muscle awaiting us to board. The thick hard column of shining fuck meat was my challenge. That, as much as possible, was to go inside me; fuck me silly until I came or split apart. Sarah bounded to the bed, crawled on and swung her leg over his head more like she was mounting a bike. She straightened her back aligned herself carefully and lowered her pussy perfectly on to the Hunk's tongue. Looking down his body to his upright cock she let out a pleasant and deeply gratified sigh. I then watched mesmerised by the way her pussy lips were moving while his tongue remained almost completely hidden from view. "Mmm Oh he's good Jane, " Sarah said emphasising the 'Good' with a tiny circling of her hips. The Hunk's hands began to fondle her ass cheeks and her own fondled her breasts, pulled a nipple absent mindedly as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the obvious waves of pleasure passing through her. I crawled up the bed toward the Hunk's cock and paid homage to it with long licks along its length. I held it at the base and poked the tip of my tongue into his little spunk hole. Sarah moaned. I knew I had to have it in me. I was so wet and I had a deep empty ache from inside yearning to be full. I stood astride the Hunk, crouched and while holding his cock at the base I slowly lowered myself down. I put some fingers to my pussy and felt my wetness oozed all over. It was now or never. His big fat mushroom top touched me and I slid it along my labia. The Hunk stirred with a short grunt and Sarah opened her eyes to watch. "Oh fuck, " she panted, "that looks so fucking hot!" I slid his cock along my pussy lips and over my clitoris. It felt good. This not only looked hot it felt it too. I was squatting and my thighs began to tremble. I pressed down and his cock punctured me and pushed my pussy open. I slid some more and his cock began to fill me inch by fucking inch. "Oh Shit", both Sarah and I groaned together, me louder and quivering, her voice more hushed and awed."Oh Fuck, " I added louder still. The Hunk's cock carried on its journey, sliding into me, pushing out my pussy walls and creating incredible feelings. I played with my clit some more and with half of him inside me, I rose and fell on the fat few inches I had so far conquered. My pussy walls then clamped onto him involuntarily for a few seconds and he twitched, and thrust enough to make me rock forward, squeezing my own juices from me and onto his shaft. I gasped, loving it, his cock filling me and taking over my body completely and uterrly. I continued down inch by inch until I rested on his hips, kneeling astride him, all of him inside me. I was fully impaled. My pussy walls were stretched incredibly. I was triumphant and in heaven. Sarah looked at me dreamily. "This is amazing, " I called to her and began to rock on his cock forward and back, using my hips. I wanted to feel every inch of him deep inside. I rolled and rotated my fists clenched on his body. I carried on riding like this for a few minutes, my eyes closed , focussed on the amazing different feelings from my cunt. Suddenly, Sarah reached over and played with my cit and fingered the base of the cock embedded in me. I let out a long inhuman wail; a noise I had never made before and never would again. I was so close to having the biggest orgasm of my life. "I need to cum Jane! I need his cock!" Sarah had shuffled down the Hunk's body and we held each other in our arms, breasts crushed together, like we were shivering together, naked in the force of storm, hugging and clasping each other, clutching at the other's ass. We kissed passionately, our tongues frantic and desperate, and then she broke off. "Please... " Sarah pleaded. I was in no position to negotiate, I had no mind, no sensible thought. I whimpered. She teased my clitoris with her fingers and I just began again to rock and wail. She started to push me and I made to cling on. In fact, so well was I nailed on his body there was no way I could be moved. But I relented and rose, submissively. I had decided in my mind how I would cum. I was an animal with a bestial, fiercesome urge. His shaft was well lubricated with my juices. Sarah poised herself reverse cowgirl and slid onto him in one easy movement. She stopped momentarily aghast at the sudden sensations and then meant business and immediately set about riding his cock up and down. He grunted. "Oh yes you bastard, fuck me! Yes!Yes!Yes!" she jerked out. She speeded up. She stopped at the top of his shaft. She braced herself with her arms and hands angled behind her upturned tits. This was a signal. Like a massive machine suddenly switched to full speed, he started to fuck her from below full tilt. He sid in and out so fast Sarah's whole body shook, her tits jiggled, her moaning whined and wavered louder and louder. This was it; her ride to orgasm. I threw my head into the action and clamped my mouth to her pussy. Juices soaked my face, balls thwacked my chin and Sarah orgasmed loudly. "Oh fuck!... Fuck! Her arms gave way beneath her. her head fell away to the bed one side of him. Her back arched obscenely, but still his cock managed to stay pumping away relentlessly in and out of her cunt. She stopped breathing, went rigid, spread the fingers of her hands waving in the air and then she gave one, then two huge gulping breaths before she rolled off him completely, still shaking, still groaning. Sarah fell silent. The Hunk's cock rose slowly the little needed to reach a perfect perpendicular, like nothing had happened and it waited while both their panting slowed. It was my turn. I knelt and stroked the weapon a few times, looking over at Sarah's helpless body, then shuffled beside him on to all fours and put my ass up high. The Hunk knew what to do. He positioned himself behind me. I moved my two fingers from my clit, putting them inside my pussy and used them like forceps to make it gape. "Give it to me. Fuck me hard." The only contact with my body was his cock. He slid the head inside and once more let me slide myself around it until I felt his ball sack nestling under my ass. The feeling of being stretched so open was amazing. It was so delicious I slid him out and back in loving the feel. I repeated that a few times, taking my pleasure. Then with him deep inside I could angle my hips to push me different ways and give me the greatest satisfaction. Once more my fingers flew to my clit and I let out a long low moan. "Errrgh fucking hell... oooooh yes!" I nearly came then, but I could sense my noise had roused Sarah and she clambered to my head. She spread her legs beneath my face to split her well fucked pussy wide and invited me to drop my head and eat her. How she expected me to concentrate on such a task with my bottom near lifted off the bed by the stupendous cock inside me I did not know. She was as adorably self centred as ever, but I did my best. Dropping to her cunt I also spread my legs wider and tilted ny pussy to another delicious angle. The Hunk put a firm rough hand on my hip to keep himself inside me. Then withdrew and for the first time thrust into me slow and steady. "Oh Fuck that's so fucking good." I raised my head and muttered up at Sarah. She had a token suck from me and a poorly directed lick on her cunt, tasting strange from their mixed sex liquids, and then another thrust caused me to react and call out in exactly the same way. The Hunk now gripped my hips with both hands and really thrust. My body jerked. I thumped deeper into Sarah's wet pussy, which muffled my cry. I felt her hands on my head as she squirmed lower to improve her own stimulation, before he drove into me again. This time I felt the thwack of his balls. He speeded up. He gripped my hips hard and thrust faster and faster. I lost track. I became aware of an out of body noise I recognise only now as me grunting at each slap of his abdomen against my ass. I felt one wave of pleasure at his thrust merge with the next. All I could sense was the feeling of his cock pushing in and out of me, rubbing my every cell, a wave of rock-like muscle running up and down what felt like my whole body. I was being split open and then sucked inside out. Split and sucked, split and sucked, faster and faster. "I'm gonna cum!... I'm gonna cum all over your big fat cock!" I cried. Sarah had given up on my mouth and I could sense her fingers whirring over her clit beneath me. Still the Hunk went faster. He fell forward over my back, clutched my breast and he too began to grunt into my ear. This was it. His cock expanded inside me. His hand went to my pussy and I came. His cock halted. My pussy walls clamped and released his meat, over and over, making it impossible for him to move. I was coming so hard. Then I realised I was milking him. The cock pulsed and spurted deep inside me; once, twice, three times. His breath blasted my ear. So tight was it inside my cunt it felt pushed out even more by the spunk jetting inside me. My thighs were trembling uncontrollably and I would have collapsed completely but for still being impaled. I wanted to crawl to safety up Sarah's body but became aware that my head had been locked between her legs. It was being gripped there by Sarah who I realise now was also coming off herself. "Oh Fuck yeah! Oh yeah! That so fucking hot." I heard her mewl like a cat. He withdrew, followed by trickling down my thighs and a strand of something gooey swinging and tickling. The shock of being emptied almost made me cum again, my jerked like a shiver, let out one last, long groan and collapsed. ... I could hear the Hunk was showering. I came out of my post orgasmic stupor still much where he must have left me, between Sarah's legs, the back of my head now on her tummy and looking at the ceiling. The next thing I became aware of was the feeling of liquids all around my groin, my pussy lips gaping, never before having been split apart like this. I put a finger down below and felt the stickiness of a man's spunk. I was going to be pretty sore. "I don't know, " Sarah was musing above me, "I think my hair was better longer." The Hunk emerged from the bathroom, his weapon sweetly under wraps from a tiny towel around his waist. "Any more towel?" He asked. "Hmmm?" I replied absent mindedly to both. "Definitely better longer. What do you think?" Sarah continued. She handed one of the large ten by eights down to me that I knew belonged with the folder. It was hard to give an opinion based on the photo. It was definitely Sarah but her head was in the background and a little out of focus. What was upfront and centre, zoomed in, in graphic detail and spread across the whole bottom half of the picture was the base of a large cock embedded deep inside an asshole and her own two fingers hooked deep inside her own cunt, her legs spread achingly wide. I paused lost in thought. "I like the colour of your nails, " I said idly. "What the fuck! What the fuck has just happened here?" I screamed inside. To be continued... possibly. Tower Crane I'm sure many of you have glanced up a time or two while driving by a downtown construction project and wondered, "What's it like to work up in that tall work crane?" Well, it's kind of like sitting in a fishing boat all day, because you're swaying all the time. It's a solitary form of work, but it's a very good job. Tower cranes are a common fixture at any major construction site. They're pretty hard to miss as they often rise hundreds of feet into the air, and can reach out just as far. The tower or mast is the tall metal structure that the operator's cab is perched on. The long horizontal working arm or jib is what carries the load. A trolley runs along the jib to move the load in and out from the crane's center. That is what I control from the cab. The type of crane I work on can reach a total height greater than 265 feet. At this site I'm currently set up on I'm at about the height of a 12-story high-rise. I rest at a point hovering over what will eventually be a ten story condominium. Only the first two stories are framed in so far. So sitting up in my operator's cab these days I can see pretty much a full 360 degree view around me. I work from a phone-booth-sized compartment known as the 'house' atop this tall tower. My 'house' is no more than a seven by eight metal and glass enclosure. My workday starts around 7 a.m. That is when I start my circus-act climb up a series of spindly metal ladders that zigzag through an open steel tower up to my 'house'. It's no surprise I don't get many 'houseguests'. This morning I'm sitting here across the yard from my tower, eating the last of my donuts and drinking an orange juice. I'm in my typical uniform, jeans and long-sleeved shirt, my hard hat on the bench next to me. "Hello, Jim," George, the site foreman said as he walked up to me with outstretched hand. "Morning George." I say as I stand up and reach for his big burly hand and give it a shake. "Jim," he stopped and turned toward the young woman walking up next to him. "I want you to meet Sam Wyatt. Sam, meet Jim Murphy." "Nice to meet you, Mr. Murphy." The comely young woman stretched out her hand to me. "Nice to meet you, Ms. Wyatt." I said, noticing no wedding band was on her left hand. "By the way, please call me Jim. Hate to feel older than I am already." "Sure thing, Mr. Mur...I mean Jim." She smiled up at me. "And please call me Sam." "Thank you, Sam, I will then." I said still gripping her soft small hand. I couldn't help but look into her green eyes and be transfixed. They seemed to almost reach out and tug at me. "Jim, Sam here is in training to be an operator. She finished up simulator training last week. She's here to get her hands-on. She was supposed to start next Monday, but was anxious to get an early start. Sorry for no heads up but your our best, and I'm sure you can adjust and give our newbie here a good look from above this morning." I could feel the small hand in mine give me a tug and I realized I was still holding Sam's hand. I quickly let go, but still looked into a very beautiful face. The face was crowned by a generous mane of blonde hair pulled back into a thick ponytail. "No problem, George." I replied to the boss. "I'm sure Ms. Wyatt, I mean, Sam and I can get something started this morning. I usually have some notes and stuff handy when I start a training session. But I'll get her comfy with the 'house' today and let her get the feel of things." "Sounds good, Jim." The boss told me, then turned and stuck his big paw out to the young lady. "Sam, welcome to the crew and listen to what Jim-boy tells you. I wasn't just shooting him smoke, when I said he's the best 'house' man I have ever worked with. You can learn a lot from him. Let him teach you the touch and feel of handling that rig. It's a lost art." "I sure will, Mr. Bishop. I'm ready to get up that rig and learn everything I can." Sam Wyatt said and then looked back up at me. "I'm honored to get to learn from the best." The smile she flashed me at that moment elevated more than my ego. The site whistle blew. It was 7:00 straight up. "Thar' she blows! Should we go on up young lady?" I ask as I pick up my hard hat. "Sure, Mr. Murph...damn, I mean, Jim." She took her hard hat she had tucked under her arm and put it on her lovely head. Now that about did me in! Oh, its not that I haven't ever seen another woman, even right good-looking gals on a construction site in a hard hat before, but this woman was causing all kinds of stirring in me this morning. I was afraid to say another word at the moment; just sure I'd say something stupid or be outright tongue-tied. So we just walked on toward the base of the tower, side-by-side in silence. When we got to the base, Sam looked straight up the first thin metal ladder. She paused and looked further on up the tower. I could see her mouth open in awe. That expression took me back fifteen years. I remembered feeling just like Jack at the bottom of his beanstalk. It seemed like the tower went right up into the clouds with no end in sight. She just had had her 'Jack' experience. The morning sunlight was extra bright and reflecting off the shiny metal structure. We began climbing the first flight of the tower to the crane. I sighed as I looked up at the equivalent of twelve stories of stairwell. I had embarked on this journey five mornings a week for most of fifteen years now. I always started out hating the thought of it but always got into a rhythm as I made it up the first few flights. I had always attributed my strong legs and selfishly vain taut behind to all this climbing. So I couldn't complain too much about it all. When we got above the unfinished second floor, the whole horizon opened up around us. It was always a wonderful sight to me. I looked up and could tell it impressed Sam, too. But for me, today, I was treated to an even more pleasant sight still. Sam was a few steps up ahead of me. All I could focus on was her blue jean clad butt swaying just a few feet from my face. That inspiration spurred me on for awhile. But, I finally had to stop climbing at the tenth level, I felt out of breath. Only two more flights to go but, but this was as winded as I had ever felt. My heart was pounding faster than usual, too. I looked up and saw Sam had already made it to the top. She stood there, her hard hat off, running her fingers through her long blonde hair and leaning back against the top rail. She couldn't be more than 24-25 years old I thought. That made me nearly 15 years older. She had been born about the time I started working on one of these things. That was young and even at this distance I could see how attractive she was, but as much as much I knew I shouldn't be feeling this way, I was feeling myself getting lost in her radiance. I sighed, took a big breath, and began the climb anew with strength enough to close that gap between us. I made it to the twelfth level. This middle-aged man was more winded still, but my vigor had been renewed by getting close to that young woman again. As I walked off the last ladder and onto the metal perch outside the cab, I caught my breath some. Trying to disguise my shame of lagging behind a first-timers climb up the tower I said, "You didn't do so bad, busting your cherry on this climb." The minute I let those words out, I knew I had screwed up. "I mean, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. It's just, I've only trained guys up here before and well, I uh, I'm really sorry." I knew my face was redder from embarrassment more than being winded at the moment. "Don't sweat it, Jim." She brushed back her bangs under her hard hat and smiled. "This is not my first gig in construction. I've endured much worse language and sexual cracks before. Hell, actually until I had made it passed that first four flights down there I wasn't sure if I was up to it. Just got into a zone and made it the rest of the way not wanting to slow you down after that." "No, I think I started losing you after five!" I said. Clearly, I shouldn't be worried about her feelings more than her safety at nearly twelve stories up in the air. She had hooked already hooked up her safety belt. Besides, if she had been on a site before and looked like she did, she had obviously put up with a lot more than a crack at losing her virginity. Of course, once my heart started to slow again, the thought of her losing her real virginity entered my one-track male mind. I tried to shake the thought and sudden picture of her out of those jeans clear from my head. I stepped passed her and reached out for the doorknob of the cab. I jiggled it. At first I was at a loss why it wasn't unlocked. Then I realized I was truly distracted more than I knew. The key was still in my pocket. I reached in my jeans and fished for the key ring. As I did, I also realized something else. As I grasped the keys I also felt my fingers grab around something a bit longer. Damn! My heavy breathing was from more than just a stair climb. My manhood was puffed up under my jeans. Not hard by any means, but certainly telling me this woman was causing 'Little Jim' to take notice. I unlocked and opened the door to my 'house'. "Welcome to my home away from home Sam." I stepped into the small enclosure and stowed my lunch box back behind the crew seat. I heard it clank against my 'emergency jar'. As you may have also thought about the other poor guys that sit up her all day...How in the world do I go to the bathroom? Well, most days I just go before I come up and don't go again until I come down. If it's a slow day I may take a break and go down. On other days, that glass jar is my saving grace. Sam stood just inside the doorway when she asked, "So what's it really like up here?" "It's a wonderful job. Love it. There have been occasions when I've gotten lost in the view and stayed to watch the sunset," I said. "I keep a camera in my lunch box to capture the scenery on good days and evenings. Things change considerably as the building climbs over the weeks I'm up here." "How long have you been doing this job?" She asked. "I've been operating tower cranes for almost fifteen years, and fell in love with the job right away." I answered. "Growing up in the city as a kid I would go to construction sites and watch the cranes. I tried to imagine what the guys in these cabs were doing and what they could see from so far up. Once I got into construction, I knew it's what I wanted to do, the best thing I could do. How about you?" Her youthful appearance deceived Sam as she reached for a mature answer. The kid in her came out in her face and lilting voice. "I never lived in the city, still don't. I live out on the west side now and take the bus in. But, back when, every time my family would come into the city as I grew up, it always made me wonder what cranes were like, how they were built." I nodded knowing exactly what she meant. "Maybe its like they say about the circus, once it's in your blood you can't let it loose. For me, after the first time I got into this seat, I knew it was the only career I ever wanted." "I just know, I've always wanted to do this and now that I'm finally up here, it rocks!" She added excitedly as her beautiful face lit up. Sam was making me feel a younger. "Well, actually this monster literally does rock." I said. "A heavy load will pull you down, but when you release it, the jib literally swings back up. In fact, when you swing the tower, even without a load, it twists a lot." I said as I tapped one of the joysticks at the end of the chair arms and sent the jib slowly moving to the right. "Ohhh!" Sam squealed and planted her feet against the side of the cab. She also reached out and grabbed my arm to steady herself. "Wow, didn't realize it swayed that much." I felt her warm soft hand through my long-sleeved shirt. It sent a familiar, but guilt ridden, shock through my body. I shouldn't be having these thoughts or feelings about this young woman. But I couldn't help it. "Uh,...it's, um...well, you get used to the swaying." I added. Sam recovered and pulled herself together. I watched her yank down on her shirt to tuck it back into her jeans. I couldn't help but keep having lustful thoughts as I watched her hand slip under her waistband. What kind of underwear was this young lady wearing? 'Jim, old man, stop it!' "I see you have the new computer installed." Sam nodded down at the unit perched on the narrow shelf in front of me. "Yea, but to me its like the safety harnesses of a few years ago, I have done without it on the job and still haven't really used it much. I turn it on everyday though, make it look good. I guess you know how to use this contraption?" "Damn sure do!" Sam said as she inched forward and turned the screen on and tapped at the keypad. "In the simulator it was so great to have the visuals. Say you're pouring concrete, and there's a truck out there, and you can't see it. When you set the bucket the first time, you can look at the computer and note the radius is at 51 feet. The next time you drop you know to set the bucket at 51 feet." "So what kind of help is that for a pro like me?" I argue. "I just use ticks on the joystick and eyeball the range on the jib. Never have missed the mark by more than a couple feet in the last several years. It's all a matter of touch." "Touch is good." Sam said and looked back at me. She was leaning slightly across my hip as she continued to tap on the keyboard. In that position I caught a generous glimpse of cleavage under her shirt. I even saw the pale pink color of her bra. As she stood back up her chest did more than graze my arm. I easily felt how hefty her lovely breasts were. Okay, now I was officially in lust! "Jim, I think I screwed up." Sam looked at me real seriously. "What, Sam?" I said, instantly wondering what I had just done to show my true colors. "I violated the number one rule in tower operating... 'Pee before you climb.' Nature is calling." She was biting her lip and looking at me. I grinned. "Well, I've got this jar back behind my seat here for emergency pit stops." I paused. "Not sure that would work for you." "Uh, no, I'd rather not." Sam started to blush. "You only have one other choice then, hang it out the window." I looked at her to see what reaction I'd get. "What?" Sam almost shrieked. "I'm kidding. I'm kidding." I said and started to laugh. "I guess you better get ready to get some more exercise for those young legs of yours." "But I don't want to waste your time." "Sam, you're no good to me and won't be paying attention to anything I teach you if you are dancing around squeezing your legs together." I sat down in my seat. "You go ahead and go do your business. I have a couple touchy loads to lift early. We can start your hands on training with some test lifts after that. Now go, get." "I'm so sorry Jim, really. I'll be back quick." Sam said and walked out of the cab and shut the door. I watched her walk across the perch the whole time staring at that amazing backside encased those tight faded work jeans. As her head disappeared below the metal railing of the first flight, I let out a huge breath I had obviously been holding way too long. This girl was getting to me. No, correction, she had gotten to me bad. I looked down and saw the biggest bulge I had had in my pants since eyeballing a nude sunbather on the top of a neighboring building a few months ago. Coincidentally, that was the last time I had hauled out my manhood to relieve myself here in my 'house'. I need that relief badly now. I did a quick look out my cab to the stairs again. She was long gone. I had to do this. I undid my belt, unbuttoned, unzipped my fly and pulled my jeans down my hips a bit. Looking down my stomach I saw my grey boxers were sporting a nice bulge indeed. By the time I had pulled it out between the folds it was standing up hard as a rock. All I wanted to do right then was pump my cock until I came. Man, did I need this one! But another part of me didn't want this to end so soon. I wanted to picture lovely Sam with me, doing this for me. I looked down at the thick cock in my hand and pumped my fist up and down the smooth shaft. Every time my fingers came back up over the thick, cut mushroom head, I first felt a small drip of pre-cum escape that tiny hole on top and then felt a moan escape my lips. I looked up and out over the little computer screen in front of me, out into the wonderfully clear blue sky. My daydream evolved into picturing Sam standing over me with her hand, not mine, on my cock masturbating me. Sam could hear my moans about to send me over the edge. I closed my eyes and could feel myself almost getting there already as my muscles tightened. Then I heard the door to the cab open. My eyes shot open and there I saw Sam standing in the small doorway. She caught me with my hard cock still in my hand just seconds away from shooting the hottest cum ever all over my stomach and chest. "I, uh, forgot to, uh, ask if you wanted me to bring you back something. Oh my..." She said weakly, her wide-eyed gaze fully locked onto the hard pole between my legs. "Oh shit!" I tried to yell but it came out like a whimper. "Damn, I'm sorry." I tried to push my cock back into my boxers but it was just too hard to go anywhere but straight up. My pants had slipped down my legs to my ankles so I leaned up to grab for them. As I did I accidentally hit the joystick on the right arm rest. It sent the cab turning to the left. Sam lost her balance and fell over in front of me. She caught herself but was now wedged between me and the glass in front of us. I couldn't lean down for my pants now. My face was practically pressed into the seat of her jeans. But I still tried to reach down for my own jeans. Mistake! That move only caused me to shove forward on the left joystick and suddenly my arm was caught between my thigh and the seat. I couldn't move. We both heard the whir of the winch and knew the cable had just been released and was on a rapid descent. "Shit!" I yelled. "I can't move. The stick is jammed forward." "Hold on." Sam yelled back. "Sit back as far as you can, so I can sit back and get to the keyboard." I sat back as she asked deep into the operator's seat. I say back as far as I could, but was still restrained. Sam pressed back into me trying to move herself to be able to straighten up the best she could to reach the computer keyboard. She pressed back further until her backside was pressing almost painfully into my crotch. She moved and scrunched until she had enough room to get her hand on the keyboard. I heard the tap of a few keys and the winch braked. She did it. She saved both our asses. Only, why weren't my heart and breath calming? Because my cock was still hard and now it was positioned right in the cleft of Sam's jeans-clad cheeks, that's why. Whether she knew it or not, Sam's slightest movements were making me that much harder. "Damn, I can't get up." Sam finally said. Her bottom only rubbed against me the more she tried to move. "I'm not going to be responsible for what big mess I make here in a matter of moments if you keep moving over me like this." I had to be honest. My body was hot and it was not a hot day out.