"Tonya"
by DDDDave
"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking"
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This all happened back in the very early '70's.
I graduated from Drexel with a BS In Electrical Engineering and was drafted into the Air Force upon graduation. I had skills that meant I was not going into the Marines or Army.
The good news was that I wasn't going to have to be a grunt in 'Nam like a lot of my buddies.
The bad news was that after my tour of duty was up the job market sucked. I got my first job working for a huge multi-national doing support for a whole building in downtown Philly. All by myself! Oh, sure there was a whole slew of guys in white coats that nurtured the mainframes on the 17th floor. But they never left the hermetically sealed area. And I was never invited in to mingle with them. All of our communications took place over phones or what we now call email.
If a Dept. needed help I would be notified and told where and when to show up. And FIX IT!
Reconfiguring printers and terminals, updating software, that kind of thing. Not hard, just mundane and monotonous. Well it was for the first month of so. Then it changed.
I was working on a printer that had decided not to print vowels. It was a weird issue. I was enjoying the challenge. And I was also enjoying the eye candy that worked in the office. Most of the time when I showed up the secretarial staff decided to take a coffee break. But not today. Today Tonya stayed in the room. And Tonya was a real looker!
I enjoyed the mini skirt that displayed her thighs. And I really enjoyed the view that was on display at her neckline. Her blouse allowed her cleavage to be seen. And as I was and still am a "boob man" I really enjoyed the vista!
I amused myself trying to guess what her bra size might be. I didn't have a lot of experience at that time but I could tell that Tonya was larger than the 'C' cup that my last girlfriend had worn.
"The last I.T. guy we had was about a hundred years old," she said. "You're a lot cuter!"
"Um, ah, thank you." I choked out. I wasn't much of a ladies man and did most of my work as I indicated either alone or in silence.
Tonya slid her chair next to me. She leaned forward to see what I was doing and as she did her blouse gaped open, letting me get a good look at the most impressive cleavage I had seen in a long while. Large mounds of silky smooth flesh bulging out of her bra cups. Flesh that quivered and shook while she breathed.
"Oh, yes! Much, much cuter!" she repeated. She wasn't looking at the printer. She was looking at my crotch! I hadn't realized it but I had sprung a hard on from looking at her tits! It was embarrassing! When I get a hard on it's difficult to hide it. My last girlfriend had said that I measured close to a foot long according to her tape!