Ashleigh was extremely busy at work on Wednesday. About 11am she looked up and saw Tom striding towards her. He was grinning from ear to ear. When he reached her desk he bent forward and kissed her lightly.
"Good morning, Ashleigh, you look really great this morning."
"Good morning, Tommy, thank you. I feel really great. Mr. Davis is expecting you. He said you should go to the shop whenever you get here. Here's your visitors badge, just sign the book, please."
"Yes, ma'am, whatever you say ma'am. Can we do lunch, ma'am?"
"Yes of course, kind sir, but not before 12:30 today, OK?"
"That's fine, princess, I'll pick you up out front."
In a moment he was gone, the door to the plant swinging shut behind him, and Ashleigh was left with the memory of his smile and wet panties.
Ashleigh walked quickly to the waiting convertible and slid in, moving straight across the seat to kiss Tom warmly. He returned her kiss, wrapping his arms around her, then gently pushed her back into her seat so he could drive to the restaurant. He drove directly to the freeway rest stop they had previously visited and they sat in the shade of a tree with their lunches. Tom told her of his recent meetings and the prospects of future business while they ate.
When they finished, during a slight lull in the conversation, Ashleigh took the initiative.
"Tommy, I know you like to fuck and you are great in bed, but have you ever really thought about the possible variations in the sex act?"
"I have to admit, princess, I think about it all the time when I'm not working. What kinds of things are you talking about?"
"Nothing in particular, I'm just curious about your views on the subject. I'm sure there are things you think you would like to try but haven't had the opportunity. There are also things you probably think you wouldn't like to try because you don't think they would bring you pleasure or because somebody told you they were nasty or something like that. What are your views about sex in general?"
"Hmmmm, I never really thought about it like that before. I suppose there are sexual activities that I don't particularly care to participate in but I'm not sure I could list them without some time to think about it. How soon do you want an answer?"
"Ahha, hedging your bets, I see. Actually, I'm not in any rush on that subject. We can talk about this more tonight. Anyway, my lunchtime is over and I have to get back."
Tom reached out and pulled her to him, kissing her passionately. Ashleigh melted as his hot lips burned a savage image of lust on her heart. In mere seconds, her panties were wet and she was thrusting her tongue into his mouth. They were both gulping for breath when they broke the kiss, and Tom very gently helped her to stand up. This time he held her close and kissed her ear. Ashleigh circled her arms around his neck and held him tightly.
Tom stopped the car at the entrance to the plant and turned off the engine. He leaned over toward Ashleigh, putting his right hand behind her head, and drew her to him. He kissed her gently and lightly massaged the back of her neck. Ashleigh murmured her delight at his touch and his kiss.
"Thank you for lunch, kind sir, but now I must go slay my dragons. I'll see you about 6 or so tonight."
"I'll be waiting, princess, have a lovely afternoon."
Ashleigh floated into the building. Inside there was chaos so her reverie was immediately interrupted with the demands of her job. By quitting time, she was eager to get away. She raced home and, after removing and carefully washing the butt plug, showered quickly. She then packed an overnight bag with work clothes for tomorrow and hurried out to her car for the cross- town drive to Tom's.
Ashleigh let herself into Tom's house with the key he gave her and found him in the kitchen. She put her bag down and moved to circle him in her arms. They kissed warmly, rubbing their bodies against each other.
"Good evening, princess, welcome home."
"Good evening, Tommy, what a nice way to be welcomed."
They kissed again, languidly, Tom's hands stroking her back and moving to cup her ass cheeks. His tongue was dancing in her mouth and she replied in kind. After a few minutes of serious kissing and fondling, Tom pushed her away slightly.
"I have dinner almost ready, princess, but it's up to you. It's just spaghetti so it can simmer for awhile if you'd rather wait. We can have a glass of wine and talk or something and eat later, or we can eat now and talk later. What would you like to do?"
"I'm starving, Tommy, I'd rather eat now -it smells heavenly. We can talk while we eat and get to the or something later, OK?"
"Sounds good to me. Put your things in the bedroom and freshen up if you like, I'll have dinner served in about 5 minutes."
Ashleigh kissed him quickly, then danced out of his way to retrieve her bag and take it to the master bedroom. She hung up her work clothes and decided to change as well.
When she returned to the kitchen, she was wearing Tom's blue dress shirt, unbuttoned to the navel, and her thong bikini panties, along with an impish grin.
"Wow. How am I supposed to concentrate on dinner with you looking so hot?"
"Just relax, Tommy, you know you'll win the prize. I think it's just more fun to tease for awhile, don't you?"
"It sure is. I haven't had this much fun in quite a while. I mean, except for recently with you."
"Don't blush, Tommy, I understand. Now, is there anything I can do to help with dinner?"
"No, I think we're quite ready. If you'd like to have a seat I'll bring the spaghetti over. You could pour the wine if you like, it's already opened."
After tasting his spaghetti and verbalizing her approval, Ashleigh began the subject she really wanted to discuss.
"Tommy, have you thought about our lunch discussion at all?"
"Well, only a little, I've been pretty busy this afternoon. I must admit you have captured my imagination with your questions, however. What exactly is it that you want to know? A list of my likes and dislikes about sexual behavior or what?"
"Well, something like that, but what I really wanted to know about was your attitude. After all, attitude is everything. Did you know that the greatest sex organ you have is between your ears? Think about it. When you decide you don't like something even before you try it, you will not like it. If you also decide that you love something even before you try it, you will love it, am I right?"
"Yeah, I guess so. I never thought about it like that but it sound reasonable."
"OK, so your greatest sex organ is in your mind. I know men are mostly visual so you therefore use your imagination a lot, right?"
"Right."
"So, when you imagine getting your cock sucked, how do you visualize it? I mean, do you visualize a particular person sucking you off or it is just a nameless, faceless person generating these great feelings in your cock?"
"Hmmm. Interesting question. Usually, before you came along, I would probably visualize almost anyone - probably the face of the girl in the magazine I was reading at the time but no one in particular. I visualize you now because I have had the experience but that is only recently."
"Could you get the same feeling if you visualized another man sucking your cock?"
Tom's eyes glazed over and Ashleigh held her breath. She was concerned that she had gone too far too fast and it seemed like forever before he answered her.
"Actually, I probably could, given that my mind is my greatest sex organ. When you think about it, a mouth is a mouth and the person it is attached to is kind of incidental. By the way, are you related to Ted? He asks these same kind of questions all the time - makes you wonder!"
"What do you mean, Ted asks these same kinds of questions all the time."
"Oh, don't get me wrong, not about sex, but Ted is always asking why not. It's a character trait that probably makes him as good as he is in the lab. He is always stretching your imagination to help solve a problem."
Ashleigh breathed a huge sigh of relief. Tom's admiration for Ted was evident in the statement and that made it a little easier for her to pursue the subject. Now that she knew Tom was open minded about sex, or so he said, she could explore just how open he was to the new ideas that she and Sharon were about to propose. She let the subject drop for the moment and suggested they clean up the dinner dishes.