Date: Mon, 7 Aug 2000 16:20:51 -0700 (PDT) From: Selena Anders Subject: margaret-37 At the end of that marvelous Sunday I put another call through to my wonderful daughter Rachel. I was worried that she had missed all the fun of our Caribbean vacation, but when I got her on the line she had this amazing story to tell: "Do you remember that wedding party shower for the girl who was moving out of the women's dorm and into the couples' residence? Well, I met her replacement, and she's really wild. Her name is Miriam, and she's pretty tall, about 5'11", with really short brown hair and an unusual 42B-24-36 figure. She spends lots of time in the gym, and can bench-press me with no problem. That explains the 42" chest. She has huge pec muscles under her average sized breasts. Miriam makes some extra money as a security guard at the shipyard. We were sitting around her room on Saturday night, talking about sex, when suddenly she got up and started to get undressed. I was really hoping to get a taste of her, but instead she went to her closet and got out her guard uniform. You know, the blue shirt with the military pockets, the black pants with the stripe down the side, and a leather holster for her long black flashlight that looks more like a club. She started pulling the clothes on over her plain black bikini panties and sports bra. "Sorry Rachel, I'd love to stay and talk all night, but I'm on the midnight shift." She must have seen the look of disappointment on my face, because she leaned over to give me a quick kiss. She was aiming for my forehead, but I tilted my head back and grasped at her hair, catching her lips against mine and drawing her toward me in a kiss that left her in no doubt that I didn't want her to go. Gently, Miriam disengaged my hands from her hair and broke off our kiss. She grinned down at me, "Oooh Rachel, you are a horny little bitch, aren't you?" I just stared up into her strong face, and slowly nodded. Then she continued, "You have the car while your folks are away? Why don't you give me a lift to work?" Trying not to show my disappointment too much, I agreed. The fresh smell of the harbor filled my nostrils as we drove past the yacht club on our way to the commercial port. The shipyard was surrounded by a fence topped with barbed wire, and Miriam told me to slow down. "Would you like a tour of the harbor?" she asked. I told her that would be great, and she instructed me, "Just drop me at the gate, like you are going away again, then park and come back. I'll be waiting." I did as she said, and at just a few minutes past midnight, I approached the huge chain-link gate on foot. With a mechanical noise, it started to open, and as soon as I was through, it began to close again. The gate clanged shut, and Miriam appeared with a giant padlock, which she slipped through the gate hasp. With a loud click of the closing lock, we were alone. For a moment there was only silence, broken perhaps by the slosh of waves against the seawall. Then Miriam's soft voice said, "Let's go." For almost an hour, she showed me around the rows of giant cargo containers. Often we were out of sight of any possible viewers, and I had to restrain the urge to grab her and bury my face between the pockets of her shirt. There was a huge coil of rope lying on the concrete beside the water that looked to me like a perfect love nest, but Miriam drew me on. As I followed her through the gloom, mostly I admired the way her muscular ass filled her uniform trousers. Finally, at the end of the harbor closest to the yacht club, we came to a place where a giant crane stood over us. Hanging from its tip was a huge triple pulley, with a big loop of cloth looped over the hook. It looked like the cloth a fairy-tale stork would deliver a baby in. "What's that for?" I asked. "Before the age of containers, this crane was used for loading ships. All sorts of stuff was just lifted in nets or on pallets, to be piled in the holds. But now it is only used for putting boats in the water. The big loops of cloth go right around the hull, and the crane can handle an awfully big boat. But from the size of this cloth, I'd say that the last boat it put in the water was one of those little Sea-doo things." I was wishing the cloth hanging from the huge pulley was bigger, so I could drag Miriam inside it like a big hammock and fuck her until she cried out for mercy, but she led me away for the next part of our tour. I asked her, "With all these rows of containers, how can you see what's happening? There could be a hundred crooks among the rows." Miriam pointed to the huge crane. "I climb up there. From the top I can see the whole port." I looked up. It had to be almost a hundred feet high! Miriam grinned and asked me, "Do you want to check it out?" The whole idea of climbing up that high made me nervous, and I was only wearing one of my thin Indian cotton skirts, but I didn't want to seem like a wimp, so I tucked my hem up into my waistband, and started to climb. Like a cat, Miriam was right behind me, staring straight up under my hiked up skirt. Of course, I hadn't worn any panties for years, but I hoped that the darkness wouldn't give her too good a view. Or maybe I hoped the opposite. When I was about 4 stories high, the motion of climbing started to make my hem fall down, and I found myself stepping on it at almost every rung of the ladder. Right behind me, Miriam could see my problem so she said, "Just climb out of it. I'll hold your skirt down until you are free." The idea came as a bit of as shock. Was this magnificent woman actually interested in me? I decided that I sure hoped so, and followed her instructions. A minute later my skirt went fluttering to the ground. The cool breeze tickled my pubic hair and cooled my pussy as I continued climbing. Without the skirt fluttering in her face, Miriam closed the distance between us, and soon I felt her hot breath against my ass. I stopped for a moment, clinging to the ladder and praying for the touch of her tongue against my thighs. But she stopped and whispered, "Goddess! You have a nice ass, but not here. Keep climbing!" I was thrilled! Was Miriam calling me her goddess; or was that just her way of swearing? She had said 'not here', but that implied that something wonderful could happen if I just kept climbing. My arms gained strength and my feet grew wings as I swarmed up the rest of the ladder. Less than a minute later I climbed through a kind of hatchway and onto a narrow plywood walkway with steel handrails. It led out a long way inside the boom of the crane. I turned back to Miriam as she followed me through the hatch and asked, "How high are we?" "85 feet off the ground, and about 90 feet above the water. And you really do look great from below on a ladder." I celebrated in my mind. She did want me! I grabbed my loose cotton top and pulled it up over my head and threw it to the wind, leaving myself completely nude except for my 2" heels. I wasn't wearing a bra, so every scrap of my clothing was lost in the night. It was too dark for anyone to see us up there, even though we could see half the town. Miriam enfolded me in her arms, and kissed me long and slow. I had to tilt my head way back, and my fingernails clawed at her back; and when she finally broke off the kiss I practically ripped her shirt off. I was going to toss it to the wind as well, but she stopped me, and led me a few feet to the tiny control cabin of the crane. She draped her shirt over the back of the operator's chair, then finished stripping in the night gloom. Her slacks were left across the seat. Her belt with its flashlight was hooked over one control, her bra over another, and her panties over a third. Then she stood before me, naked and awesome in the moonlight. She pointed down the walkway to where the boom of the crane disappeared over the water. "You want to go all the way?" she asked, then turned and ran away into the gloom. I was left in a world where steel tubes formed a huge V-shape around me, with a walkway only a foot wide near the bottom of the V. Triangle after steel triangle led away to where Miriam's ass was disappearing into the night. I couldn't follow as fast as she ran, but cautiously I made my way. At one point I looked down, and all I could see was the moonlight glinting off the waves. I forced myself to carry on. When I caught up to Miriam, she was an amazing sight. Her head and shoulders were on the narrow deck right at the end of the boom, but she was almost upside down, with her legs in the air and her knees hooked over the handrails. There was no mistaking the invitation of that position, so I carefully knelt with my knees on either side of her head and lowered my lips toward her neatly trimmed pussy. But I had barely given it a first lick when Miriam whispered, "No, not like that! Step off the walkway and put your feet on the main struts! I want to eat your pussy too!" Totally conscious of how high we were dangling over the water, I carefully lowered myself and stepped with one foot off the walkway. Mercifully, my heel and instep landed on either side of one of the steel bars that formed the framework of the giant crane. Then, keeping a terrified iron grip on the handrails, I stepped off with the other foot to rest it on the opposite strut. I thought I was going to die right then, as my pussy settled firmly on Miriam's mouth. Instantly her tongue jabbed up inside me, and I changed my grip on the handrails to lower my face to her sex. I couldn't possibly remember all the wild things we did that Sunday before sunrise. I remember leaning over the handrail and staring straight down into the water while Miriam gave me the ass-sucking of my life. Then she made me turn around and bend back over the rail, and I watched the stars above as she sucked my pussy to one orgasm after another. I remember her hanging from the struts across the huge V, with her knees draped over the handrails while I knelt and sucked the sweet juices from her pussy. We did the wildest things all night, and having sex with Miriam was the scariest thing I've ever done in my life. And next to fucking you, it was probably the most exciting. We were both really tired by around six when the sun was about to come up, but Miriam wanted to try just one more crazy position. She told me, "I'm just going to hang from the main bar at the top of the V on that side, and you just pull my ankles over the handrail far enough for you to suck my pussy, OK?" I should never have agreed, but I was too exhausted to have any judgement left, and I figured if Miriam was still going strong, I should be too. So I let her climb up and I grabbed her ankles, pulling them toward me. But it was just a bit to far for her knees to get a grip on the handrail. "Eat me! Eat me, you fucking muff-diver!" Miriam howled at me like a madwoman. So I leaned forward over the rail and tried to pull her hips toward me so I could bury my face between her thighs. That was the wrong thing to do. Just that little pull was more than Miriam's waning strength could handle. Both of her hands lost their grip on the main beam, and she fell backward. Her feet banged against my arms as she slipped from my grasp and plunged downward. I could only think, 90 feet, the height of a 9-story building. But in the early morning light, Miriam somehow managed to execute a perfect backward swan dive, and cut the water cleanly. For a moment I panicked, then I got myself under control and ran back along the walkway to the control cab. There was Miriam's belt, hung over the control labeled "boom direction". I ignored it, since she had fallen straight down, and was right under the boom. There was Miriam's bra, hanging off the control labeled 'head-block travel'. The control was set to minimum, so I tried moving it all the way to maximum. Smoothly, a big thing rolled out from almost under me, on a track right under the walkway. It was the top of the pulley, and way down below I could see the bottom of the pulley with that loop of cloth sway along with it. The 'head-block' traveled right out to the end of the crane, and stopped right above where Miriam had fallen in the water. I looked down below, and there she was! Somehow she had managed to survive that fall, and was weakly waving toward the shore. She didn't seem to be noticing the ton of steel that was waving back and forth over her head with a rag looped over it. I had run the head block out so fast, that now the bottom pulley was swinging like a crazy pendulum. I looked around, and there were Miriam's panties, hanging from a control that said 'Cable Extension'. It was set mostly toward the 'Out' position, so I tried moving it a little toward the 'In' direction. It started swinging even faster, and I didn't know what to do. But I decided that if I pulled it all the way up, that would stop it from swinging at all, then I could lower it again for Miriam. I slammed the control all the way toward 'In', and the huge hook rose toward the end of my crane until it stopped. Then I wrenched the control all the way the other way, and it started down again. The huge hunk of steel plunged straight down toward Miriam's head, and I suddenly thought it might hit her and kill her, so I quickly started to move the control back toward where it was before. It came to a stop with the loop of cloth just above Miriam's head. I guess all the noise of the crane made her look up, just as I tapped the control to lower the hook. It came down just the right amount, and she moved inside that loop of cloth and tried to sit in it. I jerked the control toward the 'In' side, and Miriam almost lost her balance as the crane lifted her clear of the harbor. She almost fell backward out of the sling, but she held on; and later it turned out that at that instant a kid in a nearby apartment had seen the whole thing, and managed to get her camera out of her closet, and took her picture. I picked Miriam's panties up off the control and held them to my nose, and breathed a deep sigh of relief."