Date: Mon, 7 Aug 2000 16:20:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Selena Anders <selena33_ca@yahoo.com>
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."