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.