Crane operator

Igor Andreevich and I were sitting on the veranda of an open-air cafe, and, without showing emotion, we were enjoying our rare meetings as university graduates. And in addition to that, we were quietly chatting over a shot with a snack. Sometimes we were distracted by sudden jets from a submerged fountain, which shot into the sky at intervals set by a computer program. The fountain on the river was built either by Koreans or Japanese, displaying, as always, Asian ingenuity and capitalist enterprise. On fine days, this attracted quite a crowd to the embankment. And Igor and I, already quite "loaded," were chatting about all sorts of nonsense.

— Want me to tell you

about a funny encounter I had a few years ago?"

I silently nodded, because I had already reached that state of tipsiness where it was easier for me to nod than to speak. What I heard then didn't make much of an impression on me, as I knew about Igor's eccentricities. However, when trying to write down his story after so many years, it turned out that I no longer remembered much of it, and some things simply had to be made up. And having asked the storyteller's permission for the story to wander freely, I received the right to present it in the first person.

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Two or three days a week, the management didn't involve me in work in the afternoon. In such cases, I would catch up on pending matters, prepare prospective work, or pay attention to myself. And where does a masturbator spend his newfound free minutes? He indulges in jerking off! I would lock the door from the inside, take the mirror off the wall, and place it on a chair near the wall.

Then I would lay a rug on the floor, specially brought from home for this purpose, and take off all my clothes, thus becoming completely naked. Then I would position myself on my knees on the rug opposite the mirror. In the mirror, in this pose, I was reflected fully; I would lean my torso back and sit on my heels.

And then I would start jerking off, watching my reflection, and from this, falling even more into the frenzy of completely uninhibited masturbation. After an orgasm in such a pose, it took me a long time to come to my senses—my knees would tremble. Therefore, over time, I had to give up jerking off on my knees in the office. I started jerking off sitting on a chair in front of the mirror, but still naked.

And when I was working, tired from writing, I would approach the only window in my office, which opened to a rather ordinary industrial landscape. Two meters from the building, which also housed my office, stood a lattice fence, and beyond it began the territory of the reinforced concrete products plant. Immediately behind the fence, an elevated runway was built, along which an overhead crane ran. The crane serviced the metal mold warehouse; it was not involved in the technological process, so it didn't always operate.

For the second week, stifling heat had been standing. Therefore, everyone wanted to finish all production matters quickly in the morning, so as not to stick their nose out of the coolness of the premises afterward. This day was shaping up very well. First, I confirmed my certification at the inspection, and then after lunch, returning to my office, which hadn't yet had time to heat up from the heat, I felt a strong arousal and for an hour, I was self-forgetfully engaged in masturbation in front of the mirror I wrote about earlier.

I stretched out the pleasure, slowed down several times, and, having strained my knees, brought myself to orgasm already lying on my back. I think I dozed off for about fifteen minutes. In this relaxing heat, after a stormy orgasm, in sweat, splattered with semen, I took a nap right on the rug, just as I was, naked. And then, coming to my senses and throwing on some clothes, I went down to the shower room, where I rinsed for no less than half an hour with soap and a washcloth in slightly warm, comfortable water.

Returning to my office in an excellent mood, I got down to paperwork. The end of the day crept up unnoticed. Immersed in work, I was in what's called a creative ecstasy (just a day of ecstasies!) and decided to stay for an hour to round off the topic. Our people headed for the checkpoint, the organization emptied. At the reinforced concrete products plant, the shift change had passed.

I opened the window. After the oppressive heat, my face was met with soft, warm air. At the neighbors', under the elevated runway, a truck loaded with metal molds passed. Soon, from the right end, a crane started moving in my direction. To my left, the elevated runway was equipped with a landing platform and a ladder. How great was my surprise when the crane stopped opposite me. The crane operator raised the cab window and leaned out of it almost half of herself, at risk of falling out. Staring at me and grinning from ear to ear, she shouted:

— Masturbator! You creep!" — and accompanied her cry with an obscene gesture, imitating male thrusts.

I reached for the transom with the intention of closing it.

— Wait! Don't go! I'm coming now!" shouted the crane operator.

I don't know what kept me at the window and stopped me from closing it. The crane operator hurriedly jumped out of the cab and in a couple of moments, she was on the bridge beam. Quickly running across it, she stepped onto the trolley nearest to me. There were no more than four meters between us.

— Hi! Don't be offended! I saw you jerking off! It was so infectious! Just awesome!

I thought: "Wow!" For several moments, I was alternately thrown into heat and cold. Then the sudden stupor began to melt. My composure started to return to me. Along with this process, I began to find that the crane operator's smile wasn't so ugly after all. She was clearly over forty. A normal woman, not a beauty. Even though dressed in overalls.

— And when did you see me?

— Oh, the week before last. You didn't notice me. I saw you from the crane, right from this spot. You got me so excited with your enthusiasm that right then, returning to the cab, I also jerked off to the fullest! Thank you! You're brave! Jerking off naked at work!

— Yeah, you're welcome!

— Well, okay. I'll go, or they're waiting in the shop. Bye!

… I never spoke with her again after that. And if I suddenly noticed that the overhead crane was operating on the elevated runway, I would approach the window. It was clearly visible who was sitting in the glass cab of the crane operator. And if it was that crane operator who had figured me out—the masturbator—then I would wait for the moment when the crane would pass by my window.

The crane operator would see me standing in the window and wave cheerfully at me, and then demonstrate with a gesture how men masturbate. And I in response would stretch my hand forward and with a bent index finger demonstrate to her how women jerk off. She would smile from ear to ear and give a thumbs up…

01/30/2015