My thanks 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. He has been able to spot my errors in both grammar, consistency, and calls out any technical BS that slips in. He has made the story better than it would have been otherwise.
I abandoned the story for a while and recently decided to throw ego to the wind and publish all four chapters. HighLuster wanted to do more editing in the last two chapters, but I elected to forego the second cut. Any errors are mine alone.
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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Go Big Chap 03
Damn the Torpedoes! Full Speed Ahead!
Previously in Chapter 2
"Oh! Hello Peter," Tonya said thinking fast. "Sorry. I don't have the time for a workout today. I just came by to clear my locker before I'm gone for the week."
"Oh." Peter looked noticeably disappointed but recovered quickly. "That makes sense, I'm sure you have a million things to do before Sunday."
He saw her eyes wander down to his crotch and turned slightly sideways to give Tonya a better perspective. He wore these shorts specially, hoping to be able to show off for Tonya today. To all appearances they were working!
He absently reached out and flicked a non-existent speck from Tonya's shoulder, brushing the top of her breast as he drew his hand back. "Lint."
She smiled and smoothed the offending area absently. "Thanks Peter. Enjoy your workout. See you at the airport Sunday." She waved as she walked out the door."
"Clean out your locker, my ass. Seems like Ms. Andrews got a little flustered after getting an up-close look. I'll just have to make sure she has another opportunity soon. Maybe next week," Peter thought as he walked back to the free weights area of the gym.
"What the fuck just happened?" Tonya said out loud as she half ran to her car. "That son-of-a-bitch just played me." This wasn't how she imagined things working out.
She had made up her mind days ago that she was going to sample that big cock. She was now working scenarios out in her head. One couldn't be too careful and one thing that was imperative was that SHE was going to be the one in control.
She tamed Tom, and he's twice the man that Peter Warren is. She would tame him too.
And then she would be able to use him for her pleasure. Safely.
Chapter 3
It was Saturday afternoon and Tonya was preparing snacks for Barb and Stan, her good friends from across the street, when her cell buzzed. She saw it was a call from Al. "I hope there's no problem with the conference," she thought and hit the accept button. "Hi Al, what's up?"
"Hi Tonya. I hope this isn't an intrusion. Do you have a minute or two, I promise to keep it short?"
"Of course. Take as much time as you need. I'm all yours." Tonya replied still a bit anxious but covering it well.
"Thanks Tonya. Remember our conversation the other day, where I told you I was just passing on lessons learned?" Al started. "Yes of course." Tonya replied. "I appreciate your tips Al."
"Good, because I'm going out on a limb here." Al said. "I'm not going to put too fine a point on it. Tonya, don't shit where you eat."
"Al" Tonya began to reply but Al cut her short.
"Hear me out Tonya. You have always impressed me as someone that can see the long game and focuses on how to achieve her goals. I never saw you as the type to be distracted by the shiny thing that comes into view." Al paused a minute. "Tonya, these conferences, even the most well-intentioned people can get caught up in mischief. So, I wanted to ask you to be extra attentive to 'signs.' As the Senior Manger you're like the captain of a ship, even if you never saw it, or heard it, or knew about it; you're accountable."
"Tonya, there's a certain young man on your team. A go-getter I'm told by some, a rascal, I'm told by others. Tonya, I'll support you if you decide that he should skip this one." Al finished in a flat unemotional tone.
"I've heard a couple of the girls talking." Tonya replied. "I'll have to call him today."
"It's your call Tonya. I made my position clear. Tonya," Al paused for a breath "Focus on your goal, don't get distracted by that shiny thing. I've known too many that forgot that simple fact, myself included. That's my lesson learned Tonya and I'm sharing it with you. Maybe you might avoid the fallout that I didn't."
"Al," Tonya tried to cut in, but Al talked over her, "Make yourself proud. Make your Office Dad proud. Goodbye Tonya." Al disconnected.
Tonya still had the phone to her ear and the call ended. She had been holding her breath and exhaled loudly and she closed the screen on her phone. "Holy Fuck!" She thought, "He knows! He did the same thing once, he admitted it."
She looked around to see where Tom was. She wanted to deal with Peter quickly and privately. She saw him through the window. He was walking behind the mower in the back. "Good." She thought, "that will give me enough time to make the call.
Tonya rang Peter's number. The ringtone sounded five times then went to voice mail. "Fuck Sake!" Tonya thought. "What's next!"
Tonya left a message. "Peter, this is Tonya. It's 3:15 on Saturday. Please call me immediately when you get this. There's been a change in plans. You're not travelling with us. I'll await your call." Tonya closed the call.
Tonya paced uneasily as she considered her behavior. She realized that it could be considered unprofessional at best or at worst, stupid. "My God, was I really thinking that I could fuck Peter? Was I thinking at all?!" She berated herself inwardly. "Al must be like a guardian angel, perching on my shoulder, offering advice at just the right instant. What a fool I am. No more big cock fantasies for me!"
At that moment Peter Warren was in the T-Mobile store working with an associate to get a phone to replace the phone he had just crushed with a 40-pound dumb bell at First Class Fitness.
Peter finally got his phone. It had taken him more than two grueling hours of dealing with the in-store associate and a too-large number of faceless voices with foreign accents.
It was nearly 10 PM when he walked out of the store. His phone was still a paper weight, however. For reasons that still mystified him, his service might take up to four hours to be restored.
With nothing left to do and a plane to catch in the morning, Peter decided to head home and get into bed early for a change. As he drove toward his condo he thought, "Maybe one for the road with the boys." And made a left turn at the corner. His condo was to the right.
It was 11 PM and Peter still had not called back nor answered her repeated calls. Tonya was livid and was doing her best to keep her anger hidden from Tom. The last thing she wanted was even a whisper of Peter's name within Tom's hearing.
She wouldn't call anymore. "Surely he's gotten the message," she thought. "Perhaps he was having a hissy fit about the change in plans but to refuse to call back! That's outrageous. Tonya resolved to settle the situation but now wasn't the time. Now it was time to get the phone out of her ear and get Tom's cock into her pussy."
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Tom dropped Tonya at the airport early, as was her habit whenever she had to travel. She wondered if she should call Peter again but decided not to. She planned on dealing with him personally when she returned.
Tom had used miles to upgrade is wife's ticket to Business Class, so Tonya checked her bags and cleared security quickly. With her Business Class ticket Tonya was able to board early. She was happily sipping a Bellini while the crush of boarding went on behind her.
Peter woke up, saw the time and panicked. He had slept through his alarm because he stayed out too late and had many more than the one-with-the-boys he'd planned on. Now he was perilously late, and hungover, as he rushed out the door to the airport. "At least my damn phone was back on," he thought as he rushed to get on the freeway.
From the moment he had awoken, Peter never slowed down. He got to the boarding gate just in time for last call. Peter walked in the center door and turned right to coach. Tonya, seated 4 rows forward of the door, never saw him get on the plane and make his way to rear.
After landing, Tonya was unhurried as she walked through the airport well ahead of the economy-class crowd still making their way up the twin aisles toward the exit door.
As a senior manager her bags would be collected and forwarded to the hotel for her, so she walked directly toward the exit to find the resort's shuttle buses. Before she got there, she saw a man holding a sign that said Tonya Andrews. She walked over and spoke, "I'm Tonya Andrews."
"Ms. Andrews," the man smiled. "I have a limousine to take you to the hotel ma'am. Mr. Andrews says, 'As befits your newfound station' Ma'am." The man then spoke on a cell phone and when they reached the curb, a Lincoln Limo glided to a stop. "Enjoy the ride Ms. Andrews." He shut the door and the car started into traffic.
Sitting back and luxuriating in the decadence of a private limo, Tonya never saw Peter lugging his suitcase to the company buses as he crossed with the herd in front of the stopped car.
Tonya got to her room before the first busses began to arrive at the resort. She had called Tom from the car and gushed on about how thoughtful it was for him to arrange for her to be driven door to door. She loved him to pieces and told him so repeatedly during the 10-minute call. Now she was busy getting ready for the Welcoming Social Hour.
She arrived at the party few minutes after 6 o'clock, got a drink from the bar and started to walk around the room, greeting old friends and mingling with the crowd. She had just put the whole Peter debacle out of her mind and was focusing on preparing for the long days of training when she spotted him across the room speaking with Janice Rivers, another analyst.
She had to take a deep breath to keep from charging over and demanding to know the meaning of his disregarding her orders. Instead, she quietly disengaged from her conversation and walked to where the two laughing and engaged in an animated conversation.
