Trouble in Paradise Chapter 4
“What is that music I hear in the background, Iris?”
William’s voice was coming in clearly through my headphones and I could tell he was slowly losing his sharpness and mellowing out without even realizing what was happening to him, which meant my plan was working.
He called me the day after our meeting and I managed to make him promise another call, but I couldn’t move much further than that. I was able to remain his little secret and he was calling me regularly now, but since Katherine had returned, there was no chance for me to meet him too often without raising red flags. He might question why I didn’t apologize to her or he could question his decision to keep me a secret, so I had to play things safe now and visit only when I had something to gain from being there in person.
I hated every moment of the waiting and I hoped that his therapist would send another set of recordings or instructions on how to proceed with the procedure. I had my own ideas, but they couldn’t be implemented without someone discovering my meddling. I was pretty sure that if that happened, authorities would be at least interested and there were probably some charges in the air. So I had to sit and wait for developments, trying to hold the ground I had already gained and hoping that his night sessions would do their job and sneak my voice further into his mind.
That lasted for about two weeks and then I had an idea that I implemented during our calls. I was talking to William through my headset, while steadily increasing the volume of the background music. I kept it very quiet at first, almost imperceptive, then played it a little louder and louder. This was the first time he mentioned hearing something. He didn’t sound alarmed at all though and I allowed myself a little smile.
“Just a little something I overheard at your place. It stuck in my mind and I wanted something similar to listen to, do you mind?”
“No, it’s fine,” he sat in a flat voice.
Of course I lied to him—it wasn’t anything vaguely similar, but the exact song he was using to train himself to relax and open his mind. I could tell he got confused by this, but at the same time, he was at home, safe and calm, which was exactly what he had conditioned himself to feel, and I was trying to take advantage of that conditioning.
“I’m glad, because I always want you to feel great when you hear my voice.”
“I do feel great, Iris,” he responded plainly, just as I expected. This was working just fine, I didn’t need eloquence from him, just acceptance.
“It’s good to hear that, Will. I feel that these calls bring us closer together, back to being friends again.”
“Yeah, friends,” he agreed but didn’t add anything. Perfect, I slightly raised the volume of the soothing melody.
“Well, it is always great to hear from you, William. And I am sure you like to listen to my voice as well.”
“Yeah, I do,” he replied and I bit my lip. The more automatic and robotic his responses became, the more excited I got. I wished that I could make him do something for me, but I was still in a phase of reinforcing ideas in his mind and that would have to do.
“You want to listen to the voice of your friend, isn’t that right?” I turned his mantra into a question. “Listening to me feels nice, doesn’t it Will?”
“I want to listen to your voice, Iris,” he said flatly. “You are my friend,” he added after a short pause.
My left hand was under my shirt and I was slowly playing with my nipple. His conditioning was incredibly effective and Will was just reacting automatically, as his mind was programmed to do. There still wasn’t anything new I could add without raising suspicion, but I could build upon the foundation.
“Well, if you want to listen to my voice, you should call me more often, Will,” I pinched my nipple in excitement and it was getting harder to keep my breathing under control.
“I should call you more often?” There was no suspicion in his question, just mild uncertainty.
“Yes, you should. You just told me you want to listen to my voice, so it only makes sense to call me when you get the chance,” I bit my lip again and dug my fingernails into my chest. If only I could see his blank face right now…
“Yeah, it does make sense, sorry,” he apologized as if he had made a mistake. He was so cute when his mind was this malleable.
“So, you’ll call me more often then? I know talking to me brings us closer together and it feels so nice.”
“Brings us closer?” He picked up a part of my sentence and got stuck on it. It looked like doubt could still be invoked in his mind if I rushed him, but this sounded like a safe amount of uncertainty, one that I could deal with.
“Yeah, you know that I am your friend, William. So, you need to trust my voice,” I used another of his mantras.
“I need to trust your voice, Iris,” he replied automatically and I bit my lip again. My hand was no longer under my shirt, but it went down my panties.
“See? It makes you happy to listen to me, Will. That’s why you want to call me often and you get bummed if you don’t hear my voice for a while,” it was hard to form coherent sentences, but luckily, he didn’t mind the longer pauses between my words.
“I get bummed?” There was a hint of unease in his question.
“You feel great while listening to me, so anything else is a downgrade, Will.”
“That does make sense,” he said, stopping his resistance at the first slight push. It was like debating with a baby and I enjoyed my position in this dynamic immensely. Just breaking down a small barrier here and there and slowly inserting my influence over him felt exciting.
“Of course it does. I wouldn’t lie to you,” I let out a heavy sigh. Every time he folded under the lightest pressure, my arousal grew even stronger. My panties were already soaked and I was riding the wave of arousal, when I got sudden inspiration. “And I am also quite smart.”
“Yeah, you are,” he agreed without any hesitation and I did my best to suppress a loud moan. This was getting almost too good.
“You always thought you were more intelligent than I am, but is that really true? Just think about how many times I have had to explain something to you during this conversation. Turns out that I am smarter than you, that’s why you trust me, Will,” I went with my instinct and pushed just a little more.
“I trust you, Iris,” he latched onto the last part; the one he was conditioned to agree with.
“Very good, you might be good with your computers and stuff, but when it comes to life decisions, I am more experienced and you should listen to my advice, Will.”
“I will listen to your advice, Iris,” he agreed and this time a moan escaped my lips. I had two fingers inside my pussy, sliding them slowly in and out, but the main source of my excitement was still Will’s conditioning.
I wanted more; needed more in fact, but I was getting stupid. I had already pushed him further than was safe already and I would be lucky if he didn’t have some weird thoughts after this call ended. I took a deep breath, withdrew my hand from my panties and focused on the important things—things I actually needed to move along. William was patiently sitting on the other side of the phone line, just relaxing and waiting for me to get my shit together.
“So tell me, William,” I resumed after calming down. “How is Katherine doing?”
“She is angry, very frustrated,” he replied with a tired sigh.
That was an interesting piece of information. I wanted to pursue it further, but I could also use the situation to my benefit.
“That is very unfortunate. Considering her bad mood, it seems only logical to postpone my apology until she feels better, do you agree with that decision, Will?”
“Yeah, it makes sense, Iris,” he agreed reluctantly.
“Will you keep my secret a little longer then, please?”
“I will, Iris,” he agreed without hesitation. Good, he was finally getting used to my phony reasoning.
“But I still want to learn more about her, to make sure I approach her correctly,” I continued with my bullshit. “So please tell me, what angered your fiancée?”
“She got annoyed about the slow progress of my...” His voice trailed off and I realized that I had unwittingly touched upon a sensitive topic. Part of our dynamic was the fact that I pretended not to know about his conditioning and I tried to stay away from it, until now. I was worried that he would wake up from his trance, but somehow, he calmed down and found a way to proceed. “Kathy ed my therapist and she hasn’t received a response for a couple of days now, so she is pretty restless.”
Well, that was much better than expected. He had mentioned having a therapist, which happened for the first time during our talks and it was a huge step forward. Furthermore, I found out she was exactly as impatient as I was and wanted to move things forward, which was even better. I was afraid that I would need to wait weeks for any advancement, but if Katherine kept pushing, maybe there would be some developments soon.
“Thank you for telling me that, William. I am sorry that she is feeling agitated, but I’m sure it will all get better soon. If you are ever troubled by this, you can always talk to me about anything, I won’t judge you.”
“Thank you, Iris. You are a great friend,” he said and this time I could sense a hint of gratitude in his voice.
“Yes, I am a great friend. Now let’s get through a few more things before I let you go...”
After I was finished with him, I sat down to do some work, but ended up checking my mail folder instead. There was an impatient message from Katherine, but it had only received an automatic out-of-office response. I had to wait days for further developments, which started with another annoyed message from Katherine:
Hi Danny,I know we talked about this taking a long time, but to be honest, I am tired of waiting. If I wanted him to just listen to music and repeat cute phrases, I would make him watch kids’ shows. Sorry if I am being too harsh, but I can’t stand any more of this and I want to move the process forward, so we can actually produce some results. Are those new files ready?
Katherine
Wow. She was taking some of the words straight out of my mouth, but I thought they were friends and this seemed pretty rude. I always suspected the girl had a temper and now I was sure of it. But I also knew where she was coming from. If this procedure was to make them sleep together, just watching Will relax and do nothing for two months had to be incredibly frustrating. And if she knew that half of the time, it was actually my voice talking to him through those recordings, she probably wouldn’t be happy. This time however, she received a proper response to her message and it took only a couple of days. Oh, and it made things much more interesting:
Dear Katherine,I’m sorry you feel that way about the treatment even though we discussed it and I tried to warn you. I would recommend sticking with the routine for a couple more weeks. Partially because I am still away and can’t properly oversee the next phase. But if you insist on proceeding without me, I’ve finished the second batch of recordings and you’ll find them attached to this message. The first one is slightly adjusted morning routine. There are no major changes in it, just a little shift towards excitement and arousal. The night file, however, is much more intense than the first one and you should see some changes within two weeks, though, again it will probably not be as fast as you wished. Still, you should finally be able to enjoy some benefits, but try not to rush things, okay? And keep me apprised of everything that is going on, so I can make adjustments if needed. Please trust my judgment on this.
P.S.: I know you are getting tired of this, but getting impatient might destroy all the progress you’ve already made, even if you feel there is none. I’ve made something special using your own words just for you and you should receive my gift within a couple of days. Using it should help you release some of that built-up tension.
Danny
I was really curious about the item that Katherine was about to receive. The therapist wrote that she had used Katherine’s words to make it, so was it possible she also did a relaxation file for her? My head was spinning with possibilities. But at the same time, why wouldn’t she just send her the file? Therefore, it was probably something else. But I didn’t let myself be distracted from the main event. I ed the files and started listening. The first one wasn’t anything spectacular, just as Danielle said, but once I got past the intro part of the nightly session, things started to heat up. Oh, I should be able to use that. I definitely should.
I was sure that Katherine would update those files right away and William would be listening to them soon. Which meant I was already behind and I needed to pick up the pace. I shot a quick message to my client about the unexpected delay, then I fired up my audio editing software and got to work. It took few days to make the adjustments so they blended in seamlessly.
I woke up to the sound of a knocking on my back door and it no longer surprised me or gave me any weird feelings. Iris just tended to show up when I was still relaxing and it seemed like the right time to get together and talk. Kathy was working and Iris didn’t want to disturb her with her presence—once she explained it to me this way, it really made sense. I no longer felt the need to turn off my soothing melody when she visited. Iris didn’t mind the music and urged me to keep it on. It seemed unusual at first, since the track was a part of my therapy program, but it didn’t matter anymore. I was just glad to be talking with my friend again and I was happy about our calls and her visits.
This time she was wearing a plaid green skirt that was almost too short to be decent coupled with asymmetric crop top of the same color. She completed the look with black heels, a wide black leather belt and a black choker. All those accessories worked extremely well with her raven-black hair and the green/black combo was quite attractive. It was little out of place here and I was glad that I had given her the keys to our back gate, because she might have had trouble jumping the fence dressed like this.
“You look very nice, Iris,” I commented on her outfit, because it seemed like a nice thing to do.
“Thank you, Will,” she nodded with appreciation. “Well, don’t be a stranger, give me a hug.”
I moved closer and embraced her. She had corrected me before and now I knew how she wanted to be hugged—with my hands wrapped tightly around her torso, my face pushed into her hair, breathing in her perfume, while her hands ran along my back and neck. My hands were touching the bare skin of her exposed midriff, but it didn’t bother me. It would be weird with some random girl, but this was my friend Iris.
“This is so nice, Will. You could do this all day,” her nails were once again scratching the back of my neck and the sensation was extremely pleasant. With my melody playing in the background, I was happy and relaxed, not a worry in my mind.
“I could do this all day,” I answered in agreement. It didn’t seem like there was anything else I needed to attend to.
“I need to use the bathroom, so how about you lie down and wait until I get back. You can keep listening to this relaxing music, okay?”
“Okay,” I nodded and she led me to my chair. This was so nice, just proceeding with the relaxation as if she wasn’t even here.
“Oh, and I need to make a call, you won’t mind lending me your phone again, right?”
The conditioning was clearly very effective and getting stronger each day. I could see why Danielle insisted on staying in this phase for weeks and I was already reaping the rewards of my upgrades to the program. The basic actions and activities, which could be designated as ‘friendly’ were no longer a problem. William was trusting, forthcoming and eager to please me. I knew it was limited only to these things for now and I couldn’t really push further, but that was about to change soon.
I quickly found the new files in his phone and replaced them with my modified versions. He was clearly already listening to them and I was happy to just sneak in there again. I longed to see his face while he listened to those suggestions, but there was no way to arrange that, so I just had to wait for results. The best thing was that I didn’t have to come up with explanations and excuses for why I was sneaking in through the back, not talking to his girlfriend and borrowing his phone. Will already trusted me enough that simple statement put his mind at ease.
I wanted to my files and finish up quickly, but something in Katherine’s room caught my eye. There it was, just sitting on her desk, a fancy metronome carved from dark wood. There was something off with it and I realized what it was pretty quickly. The thing had speakers built in and there was also a USB port. I was pretty sure this was the mysterious gift from Danielle. I got curious and hit play on a neat-looking remote. The pendulum started swinging immediately and it was accompanied by a faint music coming out of the speakers. It wasn’t quite the same, but there were some common notes between this and Will’s soothing melody. It took a while, but then the words finally came.
“You need to stay calm,” it was Katherine’s own voice.
“You need to trust the process.”
There were many more phrases like that and I could tell they were a part of a set meant for Will at first, but Danielle had rearranged them to make a recording meant to calm Katherine down.
“You have to be patient.”
“This voice is here to help you.”
This was even better than I expected. I wanted to hear more, but there was a limited amount of time I could spend here and I couldn’t risk being caught. I found a cable nearby, plugged my phone into the metronome and ed the only file on it. Luckily it had an easy interface and I smiled at the thought of examining the recording at home. Katherine didn’t look like a fan of using these things on herself, but if she used the metronome to relax in the future, maybe I could also prepare a modified file for her. Damn, that idea sent shivers down my spine. I had never thought about doing something to her before today, but suddenly it seemed like an avenue I really wanted to explore. I bit my lip and put that thought aside for later. This wasn’t the time.
I made sure I didn’t leave any traces of my presence, went down to return the phone to William, and then I quickly excused myself and left before the sudden excitement made me do anything stupid. I left with the memory of Will reclined in his chair with a blank expression, nodding along to everything I told him. At that moment I really wanted to kiss him, to strip off that stupid T-shirt, but then I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. And he wasn’t ready yet, far from it unfortunately. But starting tonight, things would slowly change. Not the way Katherine wanted, that was for sure. Her pushing forward was the worst thing she could have done for herself, but I wasn’t one to complain.
Iris’s visit went by in a flash. She came in, we talked for a minute, then she had to go to the bathroom and left me in my chair. When she returned, I was too relaxed to get up. She just sat on the arm of my chair, stroked my hair a little, said something that I couldn’t quite recall, then gave me a soft kiss on a cheek and left. I was already used to having her back in my life and our regular calls were highlights of my day. She always had the most pleasant words for me and it was so easy for me to just listen to her voice and forget about the troubles of my day.
We talked quite a lot and that combined with my therapy and her covert visits was actually eating up a lot of the time I should have been devoting to work. I often needed to finish assignments during my afternoons, which didn’t make Kathy happy at all. We spent quality time together, but it wasn’t the same as before and I could sense the frustration building up. I had almost told Iris that my fiancée was unhappy with how my therapy was proceeding, but that was something we had decided not to talk about with outside people, especially our friends. This was mostly because the whole thing was embarrassing, but at this point, the treatment itself had become a point of friction and it almost felt like Kathy didn’t want me doing it at all.
But it all changed few days ago, when she received those new files and it looked like they had filled her with new hope that this thing could work. I never doubted the effectiveness of the procedure, though. I had never been this calm and relaxed during my entire life and even these frictions with Kathy weren’t stirring my emotions too much. And even if they did, the next session just wiped all the tension away and I was calm and safe again. I wished Kathy would just sit down and talk with me calmly, the way Iris did, but she was too stressed with her work and my situation didn’t add many positive feelings for her.
This evening wasn’t much different. Kathy arrived tired and poured herself a glass of wine. We hugged, kissed, and she told me about her day—mostly that it sucked and that she was looking forward to the weekend when we would actually spend some time together. She asked me if I had done my morning routine, which I confirmed, and then she nodded tiredly and went to sleep early, reminding me not to forget about doing my nightly session too. At least she didn’t get angry this time, so I finished up with my work and when I got to our bedroom, she was already sound asleep. I slid next to her, careful not to wake her up, settled down with the earbuds in my ears and was surprised to find that my night playlist was messed up again. Weird. I had just set it up with the new files a couple of nights ago. What an annoying bug. I added the files back into the queue and pressed play.
I had grown so used to the soothing melody, that it worked like a switch now. It just made my mind immediately shut down. I wasn’t worried or alarmed, it was just the way we wanted it to work. Once the music started playing, all my worries just went away, all the overthinking stopped. I was at home, safe and secure, surrounded by friends, and nothing could go wrong. I had heard those words so many times, I’ve repeated them so often, that I believed in them completely. It took only a couple of seconds and I was completely under, listening to the voices of my friends, telling me that I was safe and secure and only thing I needed to do was to listen and trust. It sounded a little different from previous evenings, but I was probably not used to the new file yet.
“You want to listen to the voices of your friends,” Kathy’s voice repeated those words so convincingly that I couldn’t even consider the possibility of disagreement. I had already conditioned myself to believe those words.
“You want to listen to the voices of your friends,” another repetition came, but this time it wasn’t the voice of the therapist; it was Iris.
I already had a vague memory of hearing her voice during my previous sessions, but this was the first time I was sure that it was her. I didn’t know why her voice was inside this recording, but it didn’t really change anything. My fiancée told me that I needed to listen to the voices of my friends, I had told myself the same thing countless times and now Iris was saying the same thing.
“You will trust the voices of your friends,” Kathy added, and although the suggestion seemed pushy, I knew it was for my own benefit. I trusted her.
“You will trust the voices of your friends,” Iris repeated confidently, and before the recording moved to another mantra, her voice added something on top: “You’ll always trust the things I tell you.”
The last sentence didn’t fall into the usual rhythm of the recording, but at the same time, it fell in line with other things that were being said. I needed to trust the voices of my friends, that meant I had to trust the things Iris told me. It all made sense.
“My voice makes you receptive and agreeable,” Kathy repeated one of my starting mantras, just slightly adjusted.
“My voice makes you receptive and agreeable,” Iris’s voice followed, but she again took it a step further: “You can’t help yourself but to agree to the things I say to you.”
Her suggestion was even more forceful, more pressing than before, but it was hard to be concerned about anything. She was my friend and I needed to listen to my friends, to trust them. And the voice of my fiancée was there ensuring me that everything was just fine, as it should be.
“You want to do this, it is for your own benefit,” Kathy’s repetition came just in time to calm me down and confirm that everything was as it should be.
“You want to do this, it is for your own benefit,” and my good friend Iris was there to repeat the same thing.
Yeah. I was doing all this for us, for myself, to make my life better. I needed to proceed with whatever was being said, I’ve decided that a long time ago. The feeling of pressure vanished with that realization, I calmed down and kept drinking in the repetitions.
“You will always find my voice exciting and arousing.”
Hearing Kathy speak like this sent shivers down my spine.
“You will always find my voice exciting and arousing.”
But when Iris’ voice repeated the same words, something stirred deep inside of me. There was no time to analyze it though, the recording just continued.
“The sound of my voice will always remind you of how sexy and attractive I am.”
I was immediately reminded of my fiancée—her pretty face, blond hair and lovely blue eyes I had spent so much time looking into.
“The sound of my voice will always remind you of how sexy and attractive I am.”
The image switched to my memories of Iris. She was the polar opposite of Kathy, with black hair and dark eyes, but she always had an edge to her—a sharpness that I found appealing.
“When we are together, you just need to focus on how attractive I am and how arousing you find me.”
I had always found Kathy incredibly attractive and wanted to let my worries disappear around her, so I could concentrate only on her beauty.
“When we are together, you just need to focus on how attractive I am and how arousing you find me.”
I knew Iris was good-looking, it was hard not to notice, but I had always tried to push that feeling aside. Maybe I shouldn’t have.
“Just thinking about me will make you excited.”
I wanted that; I wanted to always be excited about my fiancée.
“Just thinking about me will make you excited.”
And I was already happy thinking about Iris.
“Being alone with me will always trigger your feeling of arousal.”
This was what I wanted, to feel aroused by my fiancée any time we were together.
“Being alone with me will always trigger your feeling of arousal.”
I wasn’t sure why the same thing applied to Iris, but I was too deep under to care anymore.
“I am beautiful, I am sexy, I am desirable and you don’t want to resist that.”
She was. Kathy was all that, and I never wanted anything to stand in our way.
“I am beautiful, I am sexy, I am desirable and you don’t want to resist that.”
All of that applied to Iris as well. Why had I never been able to see that?
“Wanting to sleep with me is just your natural reaction.”
Every time Kathy said her line, I was calmed down by her voice. Happy and relaxed about doing the right thing.
“Wanting to sleep with me is just your natural reaction.”
Hearing the same words from Iris after that seemed weird, but I never had a chance to process why. I was here for a reason; to be helped by my friends and I needed to trust them. There was no time to doubt, another repetition always came soon after that.
“There is no shame in that arousal. No reason to feel worried about any of this.”
That was it. That was why I was doing all this—to fight my inner doubts and worries. Kathy was there to remind me of that.
“There is no shame in that arousal. No reason to feel worried about any of this.”
And my friend Iris was there too. I shouldn’t be unsettled, or worried. They were here to help me and I trusted them.
“You find me sexy and there is no reason to deny that. Just let yourself be aroused by my body.”
The images of Kathy filled my mind. Her plump breasts, round butt, pink lips, blue eyes—everything about her was making me excited.
“You find me sexy and there is no reason to deny that. Just let yourself be aroused by my body.”
Then I thought about Iris and her look. She was skinnier than I would prefer, but she took care of herself, and there was an appeal to the way she looked.
“Nothing will stop you from being aroused by me. No doubts, worries, prejudices or social standards.”
That’s what I wanted. To just sleep with Kathy without any deep-seated worries and demons I fought my entire life.
“Nothing will stop you from being aroused by me. No doubts, worries, prejudices or social standards.”
And I didn’t want to be held back around Iris either. I didn’t know how I should feel about it, but it was important just to follow.
“You can’t resist this, you don’t want to resist this and you’ll never be able to resist this.”
I didn’t want to resist; I wanted the process to work.
“You can’t resist this, you don’t want to resist this and you’ll never be able to resist this.”
And my friend was there to help me.
“This feeling will grow stronger and stronger with each repetition. You will feel happy and horny around me and you won’t find anything unsettling about it. It is a perfectly normal feeling and it won’t trigger any of your worries.”
Yes. That was it. I didn’t want to be worried, I didn’t want to think, I just wanted to be happy.
“This feeling will grow stronger and stronger with each repetition. You will feel happy and horny around me and you won’t find anything unsettling about it. It is a perfectly normal feeling and it won’t trigger any of your worries.”
There was nothing wrong with this, nothing at all. I could just enjoy myself and drift into sleep while the pleasant voices kept talking to me...
Something changed during the following days, though I wasn’t sure where that sensation came from. I felt better than ever and even though I was still swamped at work, Kathy didn’t seem to mind that much. We spent time together during the evenings. Mostly on couch, locked in a tight embrace, kissing deeply while caressing each other’s bodies. This used to make me nervous, because it was a precursor to moving into our bedroom and my inevitable failure, but Kathy was patient and didn’t try to push things further. This meant my worries were slowly fading, and her closeness was making me more excited than ever.
I couldn’t the last time when her kiss had tasted so sweet and when she pressed her body against mine, there was an instant hit of arousal that just pushed everything else aside. Usually, I would be filled with doubts and uncertainties, but that part of my mind just switched off at the first hint of arousal and none of those weird thoughts appeared any more. It was gradual process; but every day I would notice feeling less worried and more aroused. Normally I would overthink such a development, but I was unable to dispute the facts and I didn’t want to ruin my progress. It looked like my therapy was finally working and I couldn’t be happier.
Another week went by and that was when I had a very strange call with Iris. By now, we were talking every day—I always called her in the morning, when Kathy was away just to go over the news and stuff, but this time it felt different.
“So, I need your opinion on something, do you have five minutes?” Iris asked upfront and I smiled. Lately just hearing her voice gave me a small jolt of excitement. There was something playing in the background, but I didn’t pay much attention to it.
“For you? Anytime, Iris,” I replied playfully.
“That’s what I wanted to hear. So, I’ve sent you two pictures,” she said while the phone vibrated in my hand. “I need you to tell me which one looks better.”
“What?” I was confused.
“Just put me on speaker, look at what I sent you and talk to me.”
I did just that and when I looked at those pictures, my breath suddenly quickened. They were quite similar, taken in front of a full-length mirror—Iris was wearing a black jacket and skirt combo in both of them, with patterned stockings and heels. But the jacket was undone and there was no blouse underneath it. Just her bare torso, flat stomach and bra. The first photo featured a black balconette bra with delicate lace and a cute bow in the middle. In the second picture she was wearing an almost transparent red lacy bra that left very little to the imagination. My first reaction was to object to those pictures, but the impulse quickly faded into the background and then vanished.
Why would I be offended by this? I kept looking at the pictures, thinking about how incredibly hot my friend looked in that getup. There was something just on the edge of my mind, a small doubt, but I drove it away. Iris was sexy and there was no reason to deny that. Just looking at her body sparked an intense wave of arousal in me, and I zoomed in.
“Take your time, Will. Have a good look, I want your honest opinion on this.”
I almost forgot she was still on the line, but hearing her voice now, while looking at her body, made the experience even more exciting.
“I think it suits me, but I want a finishing touch,” she continued talking while I looked at her breasts. “I want to look sexy, really arousing for someone and I thought you would be the one to give me an honest opinion. Can you do that for me, Will?”
“Yeah,” I replied in a raspy voice.
“Good, so listen to me. I want you to take a good look at my body, at that getup I am wearing, at that underwear, and tell me which one is sexier, more arousing. Which one would excite you the most?”
I kept looking at those pictures, zooming in, switching between them, and focusing on Iris’ body and what she was wearing. I could feel my excitement growing—I even got an erection while she was talking to me. Listening to her voice and watching her body just seemed to have that effect on me and I wanted to help her choose the right option. The black bra looked incredibly nice and sexy, but the red one was just something else. I kept staring at it more and more, while my hand kept rubbing my crotch over the fabric of my pants.
“The red bra,” I finally let her know my choice.
“Really? Seeing me in that would make you all excited and aroused, Will?” she asked innocently.
“Yeah, it would,” I replied, trying to suppress a moan. I didn’t want to let her know that just the picture made me this aroused.
“Very good. I think I will pay you a visit tomorrow, just so you could confirm that to me up close in person, how does it sound?” she giggled like a little girl. “Well, we will see tomorrow. Just keep thinking about that, okay?” she added and hung up.
I did just that and kept thinking about Iris in that red bra for a long time, while I played with my cock and climaxed with the phone in my hand, the picture of her bare torso still displayed on screen...