0 comments/ 131380 views/ 1 favorites Tower Crane Ch. 02 (Redux) By: Stephen7Redo Tower Crane, Chapter 2: Getting Off (After) Work I looked out my operator's cab, or 'house', down the long horizontal working arm carrying my latest load. I almost couldn’t concentrate as I basked in the glint of the bright morning sun and reminisced of a very recent event. I sat there still feeling as if I was catching my breath and tried to cool off in this phone-booth-sized, seven by eight foot metal and glass enclosure. Normally I don't get many 'houseguests' up here, but this morning I had had a very special guest. Her name is Sam Wyatt. Sam was called down just before lunch to fill out some new hire paperwork. I got wrapped up in the activity of the job after she went back down my tower as we had a couple of deliveries arrive early. I hauled up pallets of wood and a few girders and worked myself right through lunch. Now, after Sam had ascended my tower again I wasn’t sure how the rest of the afternoon would proceed. "Hello again." I said and stood up, reaching for her hand to help her back into my cab. "Hello, Mr. Murphy." The comely young woman returned my greeting. "Thank you, Sam." I gripped her hand as I looked back into those extraordinarily sexy green eyes. "But you know you are supposed to call me Jim." "I know, Jim." She smiled demurely and winked. "But I wasn't sure if that is what got us into trouble in the first place this morning." "Trouble?" I said, mockingly, looking in that young, lively face. The face framed by a generous mane of blonde hair, now pulled back into a thick ponytail. "It could have been big trouble if the site foreman had caught us doing what we were doing earlier." She smiled more broadly as she leaned back against the glass of our small enclosure. "I guess it may have been a problem if George had caught me doing what I was doing with my new trainee. A couple hours or so ago I didn't really have that on my mind though." I produced an almost mischievous grin with that comment. For indeed if my site boss had happened to make a trip up to check on me or rather us this morning he would have been greeted to quite an eyeful. Suffice it to say, one man and one woman, squeezed into a small space like this made for more than cozy crane operator training. Sam and I had gotten to know one another very quickly and very intimately. It had happened almost without warning, without thought, but also with what I had perceived as mutually satisfying climaxes. Of course, only one of us had dropped pants to accommodate the situation. I had had my jeans around my ankles and Sam had ridden me with her backside still fully in hers. Well, until nature called for her that is, for which my ‘emergency jar’ came in handy. However, to say we both weren't extremely satisfied would have missed the mark. In fact, I'm sure if Sam were to turn around right now I'd see the remnants of my pleasure and hers still darkening the seat and crotch of her jeans. "I guess we ought to get on to actually training me to be a full fledged operator. What do you think? That simulator training the last couple of weeks was great, but I know your hands-on will be of much more use." She stood there with her hands on her hips. "Uh, sure Sam." I replied looking up at her. "I know I can learn a lot from you. I know how to use the computer controls. I want you to teach me the touch and feel of handling this big rig." "Yea, as I said this morning, I have done without that silly computer. Still haven't used it much since they installed it months ago. But let's start with what you know. Since you know the keystrokes so well, have a seat and show me some of those high-tech tricks." "If that is what you want, sure." Sam switched places with me, me standing and her taking a seat in the operator's chair. She leaned up and turned the computer on. I watched as her nimble fingers made a few a few strokes of the keypad. "Shall I show you how to do the pouring concrete thing?" "Yea, that'll work." I realized I was watching her lovely fingers a bit too intently work over that dusty black keypad. "Well, as I started to show you this morning before we got so distracted," Sam looked up at me with a sheepish, but so very tantalizing grin. "You get these great visuals on the screen here to see where everything is all through the procedure. I can spot the truck by setting the bucket on the first drop, measure and set the spot again." "And like I said to you this morning, what good is that to me? I just use ticks on the joysticks and eyeball the range on the jib. All a matter of touch, girl." "Touch is good, as we both know, huh?" Sam looked up at me and smiled. The look warmed more than my face. We both let the moment pass as Sam went back to tapping on the keypad. * * * * * We didn’t get into any more shenanigans in my tower the rest of the afternoon, not that it didn’t cross my mind a hundred times. We kept it all business and Sam eagerly soaked up all there was I could teach her on the crane. By the end of the day Sam had gotten very comfortable in the operator's seat. I even let her hoist three loads herself late in the afternoon. I hated to say it but she was a whiz with that computer and almost a natural when it came to using the joysticks. She would have put me to shame back on my first day or maybe even my first six months month of operating a rig. The site whistle blew. It was 5:00 p.m. straight up. "Thar' she blows again! Time to head down for the day young lady." "This was a true experience today, Jim. Thanks." Sam opened the cab door and stepped out onto the grating. I couldn't help myself as she walked out; I lowered my gaze to her jean-clad bottom. I smiled when I saw the not so obvious but still somewhat visible sign of my morning's pleasure. The whitish stain on that wonderfully curved behind. Tower Crane Ch. 02 (Redux) That last thought made me open my eyes. I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and heard the unmistakable crashing together of shopping carts. I turned my head fully and could see out the passenger window. I saw this guy coming within three or four parking spaces of my truck pushing along his train of collected carts. My truck was raised above the level of most other vehicles, but if I could see the cart boy, he surely could see me. Sam was oblivious to him as she continued to stroke me and finger herself. A moment later, the young guy was in the space next to my truck. I immediately sat back in my seat. My face had to be flushed, as I knew I was breathing heavy. I was sure he would notice something. Fortunately, though, he appeared to be all business. He didn't pay me much attention as he steered his train of carts around the back of my truck and on toward the next row. I looked and realized Sam was still not deterred. She had her hand on me masturbating me, her other hand buried deep in her underwear very clearly manipulating her own sex. Looking past her beautiful face and out the passenger side window again, I wondered if anyone else could see her. No one could see us from the highway due to the tall bushes. No one was parked close to us either. But from her ministrations, both of herself and of me, I concluded she was not the least bit concerned about being seen. Looking down her body, I saw the wetness between her legs was very evident, from the dark stain of moisture on her pink panties. In the confine of my truck cab, I could once again smell the musky arousal of the both of us, hers even more keenly as she was exposed this time. Sam still had other things in mind. I watched as she shifted her legs and moved as much as she could closer to the middle console and me. "Touch me, Jim." She called quietly as she took my hand off the padded console between us and caressed it down across her smooth stomach. Her skin was so hot, a moist hot. "Jim, please, please...take my nipple again. Do it please." Sam spoke breathing heavily. I looked down at her half closed eyes and then at her nearest nipple. It was standing up firmly awaiting my touch. I could not deny her. I knew I could not deny myself. I kissed her neck, then, traced small circles on her chest with my tongue, down to her breast. I felt her squirm under me as my lips engulfed her erect nipple. She moaned, giving me a sign that I must have been doing something right. Sam moved my hand again, this time pushing my fingers under her panties and deep between her legs. I felt an overwhelming wetness on my fingers and palm. Instantly she made a deeper, louder moaning sound. I continued to trace circles around her nipple my tongue then gave it a little tug, gently with my teeth. I felt it grow even harder. I was now also stroking her well under her underwear. I felt her hips move, as if she wanted more. I obliged, and let my thumb slip up over her clitoris. We continued unabated by any possible danger of interruption. I knew the boss man wasn't climbing into this cab, but I couldn't have given a damn if anyone else caught us in the act at this point either! I plunged my fingers inside her wet body, sucked on her hardened nipple, and thumbed her clit in a steady rhythm for only a few moments, when I could feel something building within Sam. Then I heard the familiar lusty voice, as Sam spoke, "Yes, Jim, yes." she mumbled. I looked to catch her beautiful eyes just before she closed them in what appeared to be a measured bliss. Her face blushed as she licked her lips. "Oh yes, please," the words tumbled out over her quivering lips, "please." I knew she was close, just as this morning's sounds she uttered had told me of her impending climax. Sam had to hear my moans as all this excitement was about to send me over the edge. I closed my eyes and could feel myself almost getting there already as my muscles tightened. Our breathing quickened and our hearts pounded. I knew hers was as I could feel it in the pulse through her fingers and her wrist against my own throbbing manhood and stomach. Suddenly Sam's head began to roll back and forth against her seat back. Her beautiful blonde locks flowed over her shoulders, as her moans built and built. As a muffled scream rose in her throat and her climax came over her, her hand squeezed my manhood and pulled on me harder. I looked down to see my own reaction. The firm squeeze did nothing to stem the tide of my climax. It was if I saw everything in slow motion. The first eruption spewed up over my work shirt. Before it could soak in at all, the next hot expulsion of my ecstatic pleasure flew straight up in the air. It was an amazing sight as it rose then descended only to be met by another grunted ejaculation. The resulting violent union caused a huge explosion of semen that splashed onto the Ram symbol on my steering wheel and back over her still cock-milking fingers. We both lay back in our respective seats and looked into one another's eyes. I hoped mine elicited half the pleasure that hers exuded in my direction. Sam was not only obviously a very sexy woman, but as I looked deep into her luxuriant green eyes I saw much more. This woman was tugging at my heart. This connection was more than just lust, just my fascination with feeling younger with a younger woman. I had feelings I had not had in years for a woman. Before I knew what I was doing… “Uh, Sam?” I was able to get out between huge breaths. “Yes, Jim.” Sam replied between her own full breaths. "Uh, I discovered this new place down on the southside. And I just wondered, uh...would you care to join me for dinner tomorrow night. I mean, if you don't have any other plans." "Ooh, I haven't been asked to dinner lunch by a coworker in a long time." She smiled and sat up in her seat. “Oh, I’m sorry, I uh, didn’t mean to be forward or assume or…” “No, I’d love to go to dinner with you.” Sam replied as she zipped and buttoned herself up. The teenage shopping cart boy was picking up trash as we drove by him minutes later. He looked up and smiled and actually waved. I waved and smiled back almost feeling bad that he didn’t get to see the lusty show that had just taken place in my truck. * * * * * Less than hour later I was parked in front of Sam's apartment building and watching her traipse up the walk. I gazed down at her backside. Those jeans were no longer damp with our mutual bliss of the morning, but I could definitely see the distinct stain on her bottom. This morning I'd watched that gorgeous bottom moving and shimmying all over my hard cock, seated in my 'house' in the sky. Now I was watching the sexy roundness bouncing to and fro as it walked away from my old Dodge. I still couldn't believe what had happened between us. But that was nothing compared to what was in store for Saturday night!