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25 was a new beginning for me. New job, new city, and newly single. I was a bit scared but more than anything i was ready to take on a new adventure. I knew nobody in Seattle save a couple of distant acquaintances and after just being through a 6 year relationship, I wasn’t quite ready to date again just yet. 
My new job was in downtown and I had rented a small studio apartment for myself about a 10 minute walk from work. On the weekend before my first day of work I scoped out the walk and it was quite lovely. Other than weaving past a couple of buildings under construction, it passed through a couple of nice parks and I loved the cool crisp morning air hitting my face as I sipped my morning coffee.

On Monday, as I walked to work, I noticed a group of construction workers huddled around a food truck next to the sidewalk I was on and they looked like they were on break eating bagels and drinking coffee. As I passed, I saw them chuckle after one of the gruff looking older men said something to the group. I noticed they had turned to look at me and another man gave a low whistle. My face immediately turned red in embarrassment. It had been a long time since I had heard a catcall on the street. I had at all times lived in places where you drive everywhere. It wasn’t that I wasn’t used to the attention though – even when I dated Jason guys at all times flirted with me.
Without sounding too arrogant I consider myself a solid 8. I cut quite a petite figure at 5’2″ and while I don’t have the largest rack, I have a couple of round perky tits and a firm round ass sculpted from years of working out. My long black hair (which at that point I had let fall down to my waist) really contrasted my pale skin. I won’t lie and will admit I am a bit self conscious about it.

I found the catcalling rude and felt objectified, but I hurried my way to work and quickly forgot about the incident.
As I walked to work on Tuesday, the construction crew catcalled me again and this time it was accompanied with some opinion about my ass which I didn’t quite hear and didn’t quite care to. But I did begin feeling a bit self-conscious of my outfit. My white button down dress shirt was unassuming but I wore an older skirt that I had from school that fit quite tight around my ass. I imagine the combo of the skirt, shirt, and heels was quite the sight.

I shot the men a glare, prepared to say something in retort as I am not one to be harassed and just take it. As I looked over though, I made eye contact with one of the men from the crew. From my little vantage point of 5’2″ – he was massive. He was a few inches above 6ft and extremely built. He had a rough, worn face and a chiseled jaw and blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. If he wasn’t wearing the construction jacket and a hard hat I might have wondered he was a model. He smiled at me and gave me a wink. I felt a pang of annoyance, forgot what I was gonna say, and hurried past. I felt a strange feeling as I walked back to the office.

I don’t even remember how I reacted when I realized – probably because I was so shocked. But when I got to the office and went to the bathroom I felt a small wet spot on my panties as they hugged my crotch under my tight skirt. What the hell was wrong with me? Was my dry spell really that bad? lol. As the day went on I couldn’t get the image of that handsome hunk out of my head. I couldn’t focus in meetings all day till I finally went to the bathroom at 2pm and touched myself in a stall till I came.

The next few days oddly became quite the routine for the construction crew. They would catcall as I walked past and I noticed more of them were gathered around at the same spot. I would ignore them, but guiltily still make eye contact with the handsome blonde man. I even smiled at him. I walked pretty close past him a couple of times and once, the side of my ass lightly brushed his jeans. Every day I would touch myself in the bathroom at work, I didn’t even wait till the afternoon. I felt so naughty for what I was doing and was so horny that I would go to the bathroom before even making it to my desk, feel my soaking wet panties and make myself cum.
I started to have fun with my outfits too. I wore sundresses, tights, skirts (one of the perks of being a girl is you can basically almost wear anything into the office!) and really made sure to pick ones that showed off my figure while staying work appropriate.

A couple of weeks into work, I was getting off early on a Friday and went to happy hour with coworkers and got a bit tipsy in the afternoon. Now usually, the construction crew wasn’t around when I walked home at 5.30 but it was still 4pm and in my tipsy state, a wild wondered entered my head. I made sure that I was walking back home alone, even though a coworker offered to drop me off, and took a short detour from the bar to pass the construction site.

Sure enough I saw the crew hanging about, there were less of them. Some of them were still working but some were on break. I saw the handsome blonde watch me approach the group and I went up and struck up a conversation with them. You should have seen their faces, they were quite dumbfounded that I would actually go up and talk to them. Surprisingly, they were all polite and nice to talk to. I asked the blonde man what his name was and he said it was Carl.

As the guys loosened up they got more chatty and a couple of them complimented me on my looks. Carl was quiet and didn’t say much but I felt his eyes scanning my body up and down and I felt naked despite wearing clothes. I stared back at him and smiled. In my drunken state it hit me at how odd what it was that I was doing. These men were complete strangers and I knew nothing about them, other than they catcall women on the street. I decided to leave to their protests, and as I left, Carl looked at me and said “We’ll be done at 9pm if you wanna have some fun”.

My heart was racing back home and I was horny as hell. I was frustrated with the fact that all I’d done in the last few months was masturbate and hadn’t had any real sex for a while. What I did next was one of the craziest things I’ve ever done and it drastically changed that summer and really my whole life.
I found a pair of booty shorts (its a crime to even call them shorts, my ass was well hanging out of them) and threw them on without any panties. I threw on a low cut white tanktop that showed off my bare stomach. It was an outfit I sometimes sleep in but would never dare to wear out – until now. I threw on some lipstick, untied my hair and brushed it down.

Close to 9pm I walked out of the apartment and back towards the site. It was dark now and I felt a little scared. I was getting some looks on the street to no surprise. I almost jogged until I got to the site. I saw the workers wrapping up and packing their tools and walked up to them. They were shocked to see me back at this late hour. I asked them where Carl was and they pointed inside the building. It was dark but I walked over and found him. We barely talked – I was pretty sure we both knew what was going on by that point.

He motioned me over to the back alley behind the construction site, next to where the porta-potty’s were and a bunch of construction materials were piled up. It was almost pitch dark and I couldn’t find out if there was anyone there but at that point I didn’t care. He started to grope my ass and I kissed him, he kissed me back.
After a couple of mins of feeling each other and making out he grabbed the hair on the back of my head and started to motion me downwards onto my knees. I’d never liked when guys do that (i at all times like giving head on my own terms) but I felt like such a kinky slut in that moment – I was literally getting fucked in a back alley by a stranger. The more I wondered about it the hornier I became.

I unzipped his pants and started to lick the tip of his cock. I may have been cock starved for a while lol but some skills are hard to forget. I licked and sucked around the head of his cock for a minute. It was too dark to know what his cock looked like but it felt pretty thick in my mouth. I then slowly forced the entirety of his shaft down my mouth, deepthroating him till I gagged.

I knew he wasn’t expecting that because he gave out a loud groan. I bobbed my mouth up and down his cock for a bit, stopping every once in a while to spit, and he helped it along with his firm grasp on my hair before he brought my back up and turned me around. I was too short for him to penetrate me easily so he pulled me over to where there were a few concrete blocks stacked up against the wall and ordered me to stand on them.

I did and as soon I was up on them he pulled my shorts down. “No panties, you little slut?” he said forcefully but I couldn’t really bring myself to say anything. He tried to thrust his cock into my pussy and I was not expecting to feel what I felt. It was THICK – to the point where it almost hurt a little. I whimpered and asked him to go slow. It had been a while since I had had a dick inside me and I was just getting used to it again.

It didn’t take me long to take it all in though. I was so wet and horny that it only took about 5 thrusts and by that point Carl was balls deep inside me, thrusting me as he held my hair in one hand and lightly choked my neck in the other. When Carl started thrusting I started to hear cheers and whistles and when I looked up I saw that a crew of 7-8 guys was watching us!
They must have followed me back to see what was going on – I am such an idiot, I wondered to myself. But it was too late to stop – I was getting fucked and it felt so good. Without warning I felt Karl explode inside me. I suddenly remembered that I was off the pill – again, what an idiot I am! ugh. But it was too late. As he grunted and finished, I heard more whistles and cheers.

I quickly pulled my shorts back up and tried not to make eye contact with any of the other guys who were there. I practically ran back out the alley and home. I touched myself that night and didn’t even have to imagine anyone or anything – not even Carl. I was just so turned on by the excitement and adrenaline rush of what I did that I made myself cum within 10 seconds.

That was the begin of my slutty Seattle summer. Part 2 coming soon

NSFW: yes

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