I (33F) was catcalled while out on a late night run, and rather than get mad, I ended up stopping...and eventually wound up on my knees, sucking his cock until he came on my face and hair
The stereotype of catcalling being offensive and objectifying to women has some truth to it...but that leaves out the part where objectification is a massive turn-on to some women. So I'm doing my part to encourage more catcalling, more public objectification, more overtly humiliating treatment of my fellow women in every aspect of our lives. So in pursuit of this goal, I rewarded a stranger who catcalled me while I was out on an evening jog in athletic shorts and a tank top. When he called out to me, I turned around and flirted back. We got to talking for awhile, and he began getting more aggressive, starting to fondle me out there in the street. I told him we could continue, but had to be more discreet about it. So I led him to some bushes off on the side of the road, let him continue fondling me, stripping me, fingering me, until I finally pulled out his cock, got on my knees, and started sucking. I stroked his cock and tongued his cockhead, playing with his balls, licking up and down, until he finally spurted out jets of his warm cum, coating my hair and running down my face. I thanked him, and, refreshed by the shower, continued on my run, marked for all passersby to see.