This is the 2nd chapter of a story between an inevitable encounter between Russ Comer, a free-lance author and technical writer, and his next door neighbor Linda. To fully appreciate the flow of this story, I recommend reading the 1st Chapter of "Hypno-Tryst."
As always, I take the blame for all errors and omissions in it's content...
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I was swamped with questions, and no clear way to come up with answers. Linda was the focal point of countless bouts of masturbation years ago when my ex and I first moved into the neighborhood. Only the fact that she was firmly married to Fred prevented me from making a move on her. Now, several years later, she was apparently making a predatory move on me, seemingly to satisfy her own passions. Just a toy! What about Fred? Now there was a brute if there ever was one. I certainly didn't want to tangle with him, under any circumstances!
It was my ex-wife's frigidity that finally broke us up a few years ago, and now I had no desire to be put through that 'pig!; filthy animal!' scenario again. We'd begun to have problems in this area long before we moved into this neighborhood, so I'd taken refuge in sexual fantasies involving those with whom we regularly came in contact. Linda was most certainly one, but much too close to home to become really comfortable with.
But now I wondered, how did I ever manage to come under her control? I'm assuming at this point that hypnotism had something to do with it, but how? The only contact that I'd ever had with hypnosis was in my post-graduate work in college, many years ago. My best friend Lennie, who was doing his internship in psychiatry at that time had tried to hypnotize me at one of our frat parties, but was unable to do so. He was now practicing his 'dark art' somewhere in the city, but contacting him for information about hypnosis would only open more emotional wounds. Would it be worth the effort?
Lennie and his wife had been very protective of me over the years, disapproving of my choice of Kathy as a wife, despite even my own misgivings. After my relationship with her had 'tanked', and I had begun to bury myself into my work, Lennie and his wife had spent a great deal of time trying to 'break me out of my shell', as they called it, and get me back into circulation. Finally, our contacts had faded away over the past couple of years, primarily because I was getting more resistant to their efforts to get me 'hooked' up again.
Oh well, I could either spend a great deal of time researching hypnosis on-line, or I could brave the efforts of my good friend to reconnect me with society, and probe his brilliant mind for the keys to my curious problem. Reluctantly, I picked up the phone and called his office. Once connected, we struggled through the pleasantries necessary after all this time, and I fed him a 'cock-and-bull' story about doing a project on the various aspects of hypnosis. Even though he knew I was a writer, he was a little suspicious of my intentions, but he agreed to meet with me after he got off work on Wednesday evening.
This would complicate things a little bit, since the next episode of Linda's program would air at 5:00 pm on Wednesday, and I wanted to get something in place before my next encounter with her. But, I figured that I could drag the meeting out long enough to arrive back at my house after she had left this time. Hopefully I could get a plan together with whatever information I could extract from Lennie.
Tuesday was spent trying to get caught up on my tech-writing assignments, but I found myself getting distracted by the recollections of the past encounters with the 'new' Linda. It seemed that I was condemned to live with a perpetual 'hard-on' from now on. I couldn't get the image of her toying with my body like an instrument out of my mind, using me for her own self-satisfaction. All I could think about was the mental picture of her stroking herself while I whacked off in front of her; as a matter of fact 'ON' her. The soft fragrance of her perfume seemed to have taken control of my senses, and I could smell it everywhere in my house. How could I get this woman out of my mind? One thing was undeniable; she was bloody gorgeous! Had I met her before Kathy, it would have been a 'slam-dunk!'
Obstacles... She was married to a monster big enough to twist me into little pieces if he wanted to. Nor was I inclined to become a 'home-wrecker', despite any desires to the contrary. One thing I had never done while married to Kathy was betray my vows, no matter how strongly I may have felt justified to do so, up until now. But, the barrier having been breached by Linda, I felt I needed a chance to even the score, at least once, to redeem my dignity.
Damn! I seemed to be in a constant state of heat recently. I couldn't concentrate on my work, couldn't think of anything but Linda's soft white skin, her blue eyes, her display of passion in my presence. My balls were aching all the time now, at least until I could find a few moments to relieve myself into a tissue or two. If only my presence in her little tableaus could respond in a way that would satisfy me, I thought, at least I could... She was getting way too deep under my skin right now...
