This is my first attempt at a longer and more polished story. I was referred to HighLuster who agreed to edit my ramblings and construct a story written and punctuated in English! This has been a new experience for me and I can see the positive impact from his efforts. It is amazing what a trained eye can spot and what a trained editor can then correct. It's humbling to discover just how tenuous a grasp of the English language I possess, even after 16+ years of education. God help us with the next generations that will graduate without even having to demonstrate the basic ability to read. Oh well, as long as they're woke it will all work out.
I hate reading LONG stories and so broke this into four more easily read chapters. My intent was to upload all of them at once and have them released one after another, weekly. I'm going to change that up a little and release chapter one on its own. This is a departure from my earlier attempts and if you Litsters like it, I'll upload the rest. If it misses the mark, then I can save you all the effort of having to read the remainder, if for nothing else than to complain about it.
With that said, this is another Tom and Tonya story and once again, this is a completely different Tom and Tonya from last time. I just like the names!
This is a long story and the resolution comes at the end, so if you we ever get that far you should read to the end, saving most of your comments for then.
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"OK, check and make sure we're alone," the woman said as she quickly pulled the door closed.
The speaker's friend casually bent, looked under each stall, and saw nothing because Tonya had lifted her feet and kept silent. She loved eavesdropping on other women's conversations, especially ones in the Ladies.
The speaker's companion was anxious for the dirt and her search was superficial. Tonya's presence went unnoticed.
The first woman continued, "I swear to God Susan, I thought my pussy was going to explode; I mean spilt me right up the middle from my cunt to my tonsils!" the disembodied woman said to her friend.
"I heard it was big," Susan replied.
"He told me to take it out. I felt like I was unwrapping a Christmas present. One that you think you know what you're going to get but when you open it, OH. MY. GOD! When I extracted that monster and let it hang, it was halfway down his leg, and he wasn't even hard! He was hung like a porn stud." Wow.
"I know my Ed and he can be a chore when he gets going. How did you manage it?" Susan giggled.
"Let's just say I'm glad I fucked him on Friday. After I went home on Saturday,I sat on the couch with a bag of ice on my crotch. To top it off, I shoved more than one ice cube up inside me. I was really sore from the fucking. I've never cum so hard and so often. I thought my heart might give out!"
Having just come to work they had popped into the restroom to touch up before heading into the office. They'd finished they're primping in front of the mirror and headed out. "Let's get out of here. I'll give you the whole story at lunch. You buy."
"I can't wait." Said Susan. "I'll call you around 11:30. Bye." And they were out the door and on their way.
Tonya was intrigued. "Who was this big-cock-wonder?" she thought. She recognized Susan, her assistant's voice, as the second woman in the washroom but could not place the voice of the storyteller. She would have to get some info out of Susan. She had to admit that her curiosity was aroused. She would have to get some info out of Susan.
Tonya finished in the Ladies and made her way to her office where she found Susan getting things ready for the morning.
"Good morning, Susan," Tonya said cheerfully, "did you have a fun weekend?"
"We did. Ed and I took the kids to the waterpark and did the slides all day. Everyone was worn out by the time we got back home," Susan replied.
"That does sound like fun." But maybe not as much fun as your friend had. The one that got split from cunt to tonsils!" Tonya continued and looked directly at Susan.
Susan flushed. "How did you hear that? You were in there weren't you?" Tonya nodded. "But I checked, no one was there."
"I just lifted my feet. You weren't that thorough!" Tonya admitted. "Now, tell me. Who is our new employee, Mr. Big?" Tonya asked.
"His name is Peter Warren. He just started about two weeks ago. He's an entry level analyst for international, so, you just may see him after all." Susan giggled.
Tonya was the supervisor of the
Wolf Financials International Section
. She started with Wolf right out of college, sixteen years ago, and rose thru the ranks as the result of a combination of smarts, hard work, and let's not slice it too finely, damn good looks!
She certainly had the looks. Tonya was thirty-nine but would easily be taken for someone much younger, late twenties perhaps. Her five-foot five inch tall, 115-pound athletic frame and toned legs drew attention wherever she went.
Tonya made it a habit to wear dresses and skirt suits. Her motto was "If you have an asset, flaunt it." Tonya knew her strong legs and firm ass were among her best assets.
Tonya didn't have large breasts; but they
were
firm and were still resistant to the inexorable pull of gravity, so her nipples still pointed proudly toward the sky. Her blond hair, slim face and delicately enhanced lips capped the look beautifully.
Tonya was married to Tom. He was an engineer with a global aerospace company. Like Tonya he had started shortly after his graduation from college, and he had risen to Chief Engineer, often heading up multiple teams working on simultaneous projects.
Tom was fit and was often the topic of conversation when the women he worked with got together to chatter. More than one woman at his office commented on his good looks and toned, hard body, not to his face of course, but they did comment. He kept his hair a little long and let his beard grow out to a well-maintained three-day stubble. That was a mini revolt from the discipline of his military days.
Tom's look was more of a mature GQ model than of a nerdy engineer. Tom used his good looks and charm to advantage and was able to get high performance from his teams because they wanted to be associated with him, to please him and to receive his approval. Approval from The Chief meant a great deal.
Both were healthy, and with no children, they doing well financially, happy together and completely in love with each other. If you asked either of them at the time, neither would have begun to guess that it was all going to blow up in their faces.
"Peter Warren," Tonya repeated. "Who's his boss?"
Susan replied, "Alan."
"I know Al." I'll have to ask him how his new boy is doing."