Man, those winds are really
bad today," Allan thought as he fought to keep his platform level in the cold, early morning air.
Winter was the worst time of year for people like him, but this winter was proving to be worse than
most. Finally succeeding in stabilizing his perch, at least for the moment, he took the opportunity
to take in the spectacular view of the city. It seemed to go on forever. Allan had never tired of
the view; it was one of the few benefits of such a thankless job as his. The early morning dew was
still fresh in the crisp, clear air and he could see all the way down to the World Trade Center at
the southern tip of Manhattan Island from his lonely perch on the 28th floor. Looking down at the
ground, he could see people and cars, hurrying to and fro, but looking, from his vantage point,
like little more than insects invading a picnic site. The height at which he worked did not bother
him at all anymore, although ten years ago when he first started on the job, it was a different
story altogether. He smiled to himself as he remembered that first day and the sheer terror he
experienced being hoisted up on a rickety platform, 28 stories above the street, with little more
than a thin safety line to prevent his death should anything unexpected happen. Alan, a certified
safety nut right from the first day, always made certain that his lifeline was securely fastened.
In fact, he was so vigilant that he soon became the object of constant jokes by his coworkers, who
teased him quite often about his "paranoia". As the senior window washer (er, I mean Ocular Portal
Maintenance Facilitator) he was one of the few people with enough guts to continue to scale the
outsides of buildings repeatedly without suffering from the inevitable mental breakdowns and
disorders that seemed to affect everyone else sooner or later in this most dangerous profession.
Allan's nickname became "Nerves of Steel" and he secretly loved being called that, although he
always pretended that it annoyed him. A few of the benefits in his chosen line of work, however,
made up for all the difficulties he experienced. Being directly outside other people's windows,
high above the Manhattan skyline, gave Allan the opportunity to view some delectable things that
most people could never hope to see. He fondly remembered the time that he caught a burglar trying
to rob Mrs. Stephenson's apartment and called the police with his two-way radio. Boy, was that
burglar surprised! And he remembered the time when he was able to watch the space shuttle lift off
on someone's television set while still earning his paycheck outside the window. And there were
times like right now. As he swung his platform into position in front of apartment 28-D, he gasped
involuntarily. There on the sofa, with her eyes closed, was the new occupant of the apartment. She
was a young oriental girl, probably around nineteen years old, lying on a fluffy white sofa. She
was totally nude and her right hand was furiously massaging her clitoris while her left hand
alternately kneaded the large erect nipples on each of her breasts. Even with the thirty degrees
temperatures outside, and the frigid wind gusts pummeling his face, Allan began to feel really warm
inside his parka. The young girl was a true vision of loveliness, her almond colored skin almost
glowing through the window. Her long, silky, black hair had spilled haphazardly over the end
cushions of the sofa. Her soft, glowing face, accented by seductively parted lips and tightly
closed eyes, illustrated her intense sense of arousal. Allan, sure that he couldn't be seen from
the position he was in, continued examining his surprise delight. The young girl's breasts were
succulent, indeed. They were not tremendous, but they were larger than the ones on most of the
oriental girls he'd seen. The girl was busily kneading the nipple of first one breast and then the
other. She was treating her breasts pretty roughly, but obviously enjoying her ministrations.
Straining his ears, Alan could almost make out the girl's moans of pleasure. This really turned him
on. "Perhaps if I move a little closer to her window," he thought, "I could listen to her come
before I move on to the next apartment. That would really make my day!" As he started to lean over
closer to the window, he suddenly felt his platform shift violently to the right. It was then that
he heard the horrible noise. As he looked up in horror, the cable supporting the right side of his
platform snapped and fell towards him. Allan, as always, had had his safety cable attached to
himself fairly tight. As it turns out, this probably saved his life. As he lost control of his
body, he tumbled downward until his safety line caught, stopping his downward motion and slamming
his body hard into the Oriental girl's window with a loud thud. -=*= Nancy Yee, lost in her
fantasies, was nearing her orgasm when she heard the loud noise outside her window. Opening her
eyes suddenly, she screamed as she caught sight of the man dangling outside her window. Angrily
grabbing her robe from the floor next to her, she quickly put it on and rushed to the window.
Living in New York was truly proving to be a challenge for Nancy. Although she had been warned by
her cousins about the weirdoes and perverts that called the city their home, she hadn't expected
any of them to show up outside her window, especially while she was naked and masturbating on her
sofa, in the supposed safety of her own apartment. "I should call the police," she thought, until
she realized that her phone was still not hooked up yet, courtesy of the ever-efficient telephone
company. When she got to her window, she gasped as she observed the look of raw fear on the face of
the man dangling outside. He certainly didn't look like a pervert. Looking at him closer, she
noticed that he was wearing a uniform with the building name printed on it and that he had a
squeegee hanging from his belt. "He must be one of the window washers! Oh my God! What the hell
should she do?" she wondered. Nancy immediately began to panic. -=*= The force of the collision
with the thick pane of glass had almost knocked Allan unconscious. The massive amounts of adrenalin
pumping through his veins were the primarily reasons Allan was still conscious. He tried to fight
through the terror searing through his brain in order to take stock of his situation, but he failed
miserably. He was afraid to move and tried several times, unsuccessfully, to grab hold of the
smooth thick glass window, which he was bouncing lightly against in the frigid wind. He finally was
able to calm himself enough to examine the thin safety wire that was keeping him from dying a
horrible death. He began to panic again. The wire, although pretty strong, was rather old and
looked to Allan like it was beginning to unravel in several places. He turned his attention to the
window he had been looking through when the incident occurred and found the attractive oriental
girl staring at him with a look of shock upon her face. His wild eyes stared back at her as he
tried to call to her. "Get the window open!" he screamed. She stared at him puzzled as he again
repeated his instructions even louder this time. He prayed that she would somehow understand what
he was saying. His life was hanging in the balance. Literally. -=*= Nancy, still in shock, tried to
make out what the terrified man was trying to say to her. Little by little, the words started to
make it though the thick glass and she finally thought she understood what he wanted her to do. She
frantically hunted all over the window frame, looking for a catch of some kind to open the window.
She remembered that the real estate agent who showed her the apartment had mentioned that the
building management had disabled the hardware for opening the windows about twenty years previously
after one of the tenants' air conditioners had fallen out of the window and struck a police car,
causing a very unpleasant law suit. The building then installed, at considerable expense, central
air conditioning and raised everyone's rent by 40 percent. The end result was that the windows
could not be opened. She had never given it a second thought. Until now, that is. What was it that
the agent had said? Some of the more resourceful tenants had found a way to open the windows to
install dryer vents and exhaust fans. It hadn't seemed important to Nancy at the time, but now she
would give anything for that information. "My God," she thought, "If he falls and dies I'll blame
myself for the rest of my life. Why couldn't I pay better attention? I was like an ostrich, hiding
my head ." "That's it!" she cried. The window release hadn't been removed or disabled; it had been
hidden! New moldings had been installed over the old ones covering up the unlocking mechanism.
Nancy ran into her kitchen, knocking over several chairs in the process, and rummaged through her
junk drawer until she came up with her hammer.

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 Racing back into the living room and jumping on a
chair, she brought the hammer down upon the old wooden molding with a loud crash. The molding
cracked, but didn't give way. She continued pummeling the molding mercilessly until she was able to
pull the whole strip off with the claw end of the hammer. There it was! An old metal lever, about
four inches long, was now visible on top of the window casement. Triumphantly she grabbed the lever
and pulled for all she was worth. -=*= Allan was starting to go into shock. The unbridled terror of
being suspended so high over the city was becoming too much for him to take. The safety line, not
designed to hold him for this length of time, was showing definite signs of giving way. Even though
he was not an overly religious man, Allan began to pray. -=*= "Move, you fucker!" Nancy screamed at
the lever, which refused to budge. It was obvious that the lever hadn't been moved in years and it
was perfectly content not to ever move again. With one last push, Nancy strained all her muscles
and forced the lever to move all the way to the right. With an audible pop, the window frame
released its hold on the window assembly. Nancy pushed on the window as hard as she could and was
rewarded with an inch's worth of movement. Not one to give up easily, she continued her exertion
until the window creaked fully open. -=*= In the middle of his prayer, he heard the sound. He
stopped praying and waited for the horrible drop to start. However, instead of experiencing the
horror of free fall, Allan experienced the joy of seeing the window he was outside of, open up with
a loud screech. A moment later, the pretty oriental girl stuck her head out of the window and
grabbed his body, which was still paralyzed by fear and the cold. -=*= Nancy guided the cold,
terrified man towards her now open window. Just as she got his legs through, she heard the safety
wire, which had been holding this man's life in its grip, snap and fall uselessly against the side
of the building. "Oh my God," she gasped, "That was way too close!" Nancy guided Allan's inert form
over onto the fluffy white sofa upon which she had been masturbating just a little over an hour
ago. She disappeared into her bedroom and retrieved a soft, fluffy comforter and a pillow for her
unexpected guest. After closing the window, she knelt down to check on the mysterious window washer
who had come so close to dying. He was a very attractive man, at least to Nancy's tastes. He was
tall with short brown hair and brown eyes atop a fairly muscular torso, now hidden underneath the
blanket. Nancy ran her hand gently along Allan's face. She stroked his hair soothingly and felt him
start to relax a little. His eyes slowly opened, but they stared straight ahead at nothing in
particular. His breathing was now returning to normal and this was obviously a step in the right
direction, but Nancy's curiosity was starting to get the better of her. She began to wonder about
this man's identity. She knew that she should let him rest, but she figured that she should at
least find out his name. "Hello," she whispered, "My name is Nancy. What's yours?" No answer. Eyes
still staring straight ahead. He was evidently still in shock. Frustrated, she continued talking to
him. "You're going to be all right. Everything's going to be all right. You're a very attractive
man, you know." She figured that the compliment couldn't hurt and that maybe it would bring him out
of the trance he was in. She leaned close to him and kissed him gently on the cheek. Being close to
this rather attractive man whom she had just pulled from the jaws of death, along with the residual
feelings left from her earlier aborted masturbation session, combined to return Nancy to her
previous state of sexual arousal. At first, she was ashamed of her feelings, but then an idea began
to form in her head. If she couldn't get to him with words, maybe there was another way to get
through. After debating with herself for a few moments, she stood up, opened her robe and let it
fall soundlessly to the floor. For a moment, his eyes seemed to take in the beauty of her body, but
then the cloudiness returned to them. Evidently it was going to take more than just visual
stimulation to bring this man out of his trance. Nancy knelt before Allan and started running her
hands over his now warm body. She kneaded the muscles in his arms and massaged his chest. She then
undid his belt, opened his pants, and slipped one of her hands inside his underwear. To her
surprise, his cock was hard as a rock! She wrapped her fingers around it and started gently
stroking it. His body seemed able to respond to her manipulations but his face was still staring
straight ahead. Determined to break through to this still nameless man, Nancy pulled off the
comforter and removed Allan's pants and underwear, freeing his large dick. Taking it once again in
her hand, she grasped the long shaft and gave the head of his dick a little kiss. Feeling somewhat
encouraged, she started licking all around the head before wrapping her lips around his manhood and
starting to suck for all she was worth. Although no sound was coming from his lips, it was obvious
that Allan was feeling the pleasure that Nancy was giving him with her mouth. He was trying to
fight back to the surface, but the waters kept pushing him back down. If only he could communicate
to this angel and let her know how much he appreciated what she was doing. The slightly salty taste
of Allan's dick was really turning Nancy on. Her pussy was so wet; it was even wetter than it had
been during her earlier masturbation episode. She lowered her free hand to her pussy to play with
her clitoris, but it wasn't enough. Cock sucking always made Nancy want only one thing. She had to
have a dick inside her pussy. She abruptly stopped sucking on Allan's dick and stood up. Climbing
up on top of the sofa, she straddled Allan's cock and slowly lowered her sopping wet pussy onto it.
As it passed her lips, she sat down forcefully and took his whole cock deep inside her pussy. "Oh,
yeah!" she moaned. After remaining still and working her vaginal muscles on Allan's dick for a few
moments, she began a steady up and down rhythm, pushing as hard as she could on her down strokes,
filling up her hungry pussy, while working almost to the end of his long cock on the up strokes.
She was fucking him like she had never fucked any other man before, with raw, intense, animal
passion. Feeling her passion rising up inside of her, she lowered her right hand to her clitoris
and began stroking it for all it was worth, all the while increasing the pressure and speed of her
wild fucking. Her cries began to fill the room and echo off the walls. Just as she reached the
point of no return and her orgasm started, she felt Allan's cock shoot what seemed like gallons of
come into her hot pussy. At the moment of his orgasm, Allan suddenly snapped out of his trance and
grabbed Nancy, pulling her down on top of him, hugging her and stoking her hair, all the while
trying to catch his breath. "Oh, Nancy," he managed to get out, " Thank you, thank you thank you!
You saved my life!" Tears streamed down his face. Nancy, startled by his outburst, collapsed into
Allan's arms as the most intense orgasm of her life finally began to ebb. She blushed at Allan's
tirade of thank yous, but tears were welling up in her eyes as well. Looking at him straight in the
eye, she said, "What's your name?" Allan laughed through his tears. "Allan," he said, "And how will
I ever thank you for what you've done for me?" "Don't worry," she panted, "We'll find a way." -=*=
20 years and four kids later. "And that's the way it happened," Allan said, "That's how I met your
Mother." "Wow!" said Jeremy, "Wait'll I tell the kids in school about this. Mom, you were a hero!"
"Oh, I don't know about that. I was just doing what any other girl would have done," Nancy said.
"Go to bed now. It's way past your bedtime." "Aw, Mom!" whined Jeremy, "I wanna hear more!"
"Another time, perhaps," replied his Dad, "Now off to bed." After kissing them both, Jeremy padded
off into his bedroom in that same old apartment. "Do you really think he believes that all you had
to do to bring me back to consciousness was kiss me?" asked Allan, smiling. "I'm not sure," replied
Nancy with a twinkle in her eye, "But I'll never forget that wonderful ending to one of the most
romantic stories I've ever lived." "Hey, maybe we could make it into an action adventure movie. Mel
Gibson could play me and I'm sure we could find someone really sexy to play you and." His train of
thought was derailed as Nancy stood up, opened her robe, and let it fall to the floor. "Twenty
years later and you're still the sexiest woman I've ever met," said Allan, moving towards his wife,
losing his own robe in the process.

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