A Brief Encounter with Heidi Ch. 02 by Mingemuncher 

Literotic asexstories – A Brief Encounter with Heidi Ch. 02 by Mingemuncher

Heidi’s Fantasy is an additional chapter to my story, ‘A Brief Encounter With Heidi.’ Unlike the original account, this is fiction. But evolved from her comment that she would like to try a gang bang.

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It was Friday morning, and I’d arrived at work early to catch some labourers before they got involved in any other jobs. We had an issue with water about six miles up the new road we were constructing. It was in a place we had not expected, and I would have to design an extra culvert to go under the road.

I parked my car and went straight to where all the workers stood, waiting to be assigned work. I was getting cat-calls and whistles before I could call out to the foreman. I heard filthy comments about what they would like to ram between my legs but pretended I did not hear them.

I had never worn a dress in my eleven months at the site. I have always worn trousers or overalls that disguised my figure. But I was going out straight from work that evening. I mistakenly thought the guys had accepted me as the site engineer and were past those petty, disrespectful, chauvinistic comments. How wrong I was.

I called out to Garrett, one of the senior foremen. He gave me an angry look, and his eyes dropped to my tits that, for a change, were not well disguised by my work clothes.

“Garrett. Grab half a dozen men and get a truck. I’m meeting the surveyors up at L.78. We will need to put a culvert in there as the road is slumping.”

Garrett didn’t like being ordered around by a woman, and certainly not a young twenty-five-year-old like myself. He responded with a surly tone to his voice.

“I saw it yesterday and got the night shift guys to put an equipment shed up there. I’ll grab Jed’s team. Do you want a ride up with us?”

“No. I’ll wait for the surveyors and come up with them. They said they would be here by 9:00 a.m. Start the guys digging by the bank and see if you can locate the source of the seepage.”

He gave me another dirty look that said, ‘I know what to do’.

I walked back to the site office, my tummy doing flip-flops, my nipples throbbing and my pussy melting. Unbelievably, my pussy was wet from all the obscene comments the workmen had thrown my way. I hated their dirty talk, yet I could not deny that it turned me on. Having said that, I’m not sure I really wanted a shovel handle slammed up my fanny.

I went to the bathroom and locked the door. I probably didn’t need to lock it as none of the office staff would be in for half an hour or more. I stripped my dress and pulled on a man’s oversized T-shirt that I kept for wearing under my overalls, then donned my overalls. As I pulled the overalls up, I caught sight of the lacy thong I had worn that morning. I realised that it and the matching bra were not very appropriate for me to wear under the overalls, not that anyone could see. It was not the sort of lingerie I would wear to work. But I had a hot date with the receptionist that night. At least, I hoped it was going to be a hot date. Finally, I swapped my sneakers for some light work boots. And I left the bathroom.

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My name is Heidi. That I am writing on a sex site tells you there is going to be a sexy adventure involved. The fact is, I’m not very experienced in anything to do with sex, and up until a week ago, nothing sexually exciting had happened in my life.

I was raised with my little sister in a strict Brethren family in Georgia. So, I was well insulated from men and life in general until I’d almost finished University at the tender age of twenty-two.

I graduated with honours and was snapped up by Bevan Conners Engineers, in San Fransisco, even before my last year at Uni was finished. The first year on the job, they slowly worked me into their system, ensuring I was up to the task. But by my second year, I was being sent out to most of their largest work sites, effectively as the firm’s senior engineer. Their existing engineers were much older and slowing down, and not all had kept up with the latest practices.

This year, I had predominantly handled two of Conners’s largest contracts–the thirty-mile stretch of double-lane highway near Irvine, CA, being the most important of them. I had to spend one or two weeks per month at the site and was living out of a suitcase at the Embassy Suites in Irvine.

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I was woken from my musings by the sound of Garrett driving off in one of the small trucks. Jed was sitting in the front beside him, and five labourers were in the back.

Jed gave a wave, then made the guy in the back laugh by inserting his finger in the other hand and jerking it in and out at me. The bastard thought he was god’s gift to women. Jed was about thirty and good-looking but had no idea how to treat a woman. I knew he would have been the main protagonist of the dirty comments earlier. He was another guy who had difficulty coming to grips with my being a woman and always tried to make my life difficult.

I ignored his filthy gesture and turned to my desk. The first job of the day was to print out the plans for the two hundred yards of road up at the L.78 mark. Then, I searched for the culvert designs we were using on other parts of the highway. I intended to take the culvert designs back to San Francisco the following day and sort out the best one to construct at the problem section. I folded everything into my satchel, ready for the surveyors, and then made a coffee.

Slowly, other staff drifted in. First was my understudy, who was two years older than me but had half the qualifications. Then Diane, our receptionist, walked in with one of the wage clerks. I walked over and sat at Diane’s desk, handing her one of the coffees I had made. I half-heartedly tried to coax some more information from her about her night with the Kiwi guy at my hotel the week before. I’d tried to set up a threesome with her, but it had fallen through. I’d been trying to get her to go out with me ever since, and she’d agreed to meet me after work that evening. I don’t think I’m a lesbian, nor her. But we’d both expressed an interest in broadening our horizons and seeing where our tastes leaned. Maybe the evening would wind up with our having met a couple of eligible bachelor’s.

Diane and I had just started exchanging pleasantries when the surveyors turned up. I took them into the makeshift workroom and laid the plans on the table.

“We have water seeping under the road here,” I said, pointing to the map. “I’ll need level pegs around this area here, and we should have a better idea exactly where, when we get up there, as I have some men up there now clearing each side of the road and searching for the source.”

I asked if I could ride up with them, as I didn’t want to go up on the quad-bike, as the weather forecast was not good for the afternoon.

Steve and Ray crammed me in between them on the front seat of their van. I felt uncomfortable; the older of the two, Steve, had been running his eyes over me as if I was a Botticelli nude. Thank god he didn’t see me in my dress earlier or have any idea of the skimpy lingerie I was wearing under my overalls. The silly old bastard would have had a heart attack.

I’m not tall, but I am slender and shapely, and even in my baggy overalls, I can’t disguise my pert upturned tits that have nipples you could hang a hat on. My ass is my best feature, and the bastard rubbed his hip against it as we drove up the hill. I don’t get a lot of unwanted attention, as my face is not one that you remember ten minutes after meeting me. But although annoying, Steve’s attention was turning me on at some base level. I was happy when we arrived, parked alongside the equipment shed, and I could escape his attention.

I saw that Garrett had taken one of the younger workers to the left side of the road, and they were clearing shrubs and loose rocks ready for the surveyors. I didn’t know the kid that Garrett had seconded. I had heard he was related; his sister’s son, I think.

Jed and the other four labourers were clearing dirt and mud from a rock abutment on the right side of the road, where the spring seemed to originate from. The only one of the five that I knew much about was Nathan. He had approached me several times when I was on site, asking for help with papers he was doing at night school. He wanted to be an engineer and was intelligent and very capable. I’d thought more than once that I should mention him to Bevan, the company’s owner/director, as he might want to sponsor the kid. But I’d kept forgetting to bring it up.

I took the plans I had printed over to the equipment shed. It was very cramped in there, full of tools, pumps and a large generator to operate lights on the night shift. I laid all my stuff and the plans I’d printed on the small, narrow table and pointed out to Steve and Ray approximately where I needed levels taken.

Some genius had put a table and chairs in the sheds so the workers could use them to eat their lunch, but there was so little room the workers all tended to take the chairs outside for their smokos. A toilet was also on one end, accessed from an outside door.

As Steve and Ray left to set up their gear, I checked the mobile phone was fully charged and hooked to the outside speaker. The phone was the size of a brick and was permanently attached to a large battery pack. Nothing like the little wonders we have today.

I didn’t stay in the shed for a minute longer; it was too hot. The sun had been on the tin building for a couple of hours, and all the equipment acted as a heat soak. I wandered across the road to stand by Jed, wanting to see if they had found the source of the water.

“Here she comes, our highfalutin taskmaster. About to begin bossing us around. Did you see her legs this morning, boys? They go right up to her….” And he cupped his groin to emphasise what he did not dare say out loud.

Still gripping his prick, he turned and asked me if I wanted some of it.

“Jed, I realise you are trying to be funny. But really, you think I would go out with a loser like you? A worker on a road gang. Come on, I’m not that hard-up or stupid.”