Coming Soon: The Tax

I've had this idea chewing on my brain for a while, and this is the very beginning of the story... not a lot of overt hypno so far, but lots of manipulation and stage setting in these first few thousand words of slow, hot burn :D

The Tax

A Smuthunter Story

“Hello Tim,” Lana’s voice was soft and breathy, even when she was speaking more loudly than her usual, low, quiet register. “Thank you again for helping me unload last month, it was so nice of you. There’s something I’d like to talk to you about if you’re free.”

Lana was new to the building and lived three floors up from Tim. She was in her mid thirties, which made her a bit older than him, had shoulder length honey brown curls, soft freckles across her round face, light hazel eyes, and was a little on the heavy side. She was attractive, she had attractive features and a pretty face that looked like it was used to smiling, and she moved with a dancer’s grace.

Of course, Tim thought she would have to be graceful otherwise her chest would get in the way and knock things over. Lana was heavier, and it made her curvaceous. The first time he saw her, the day he stumbled into helping her finish moving in, she was wearing a loose, billowy  tee that hinted at the size of her breasts. Later, when he saw her in her swimsuit down at the complex’s pool there were no hints, just large, very large, wet breasts in a tight sea green one-piece swimsuit.

He’d tried not to stare, but she’d caught him, and he knew she’d caught him. She’d just smiled and said hello as they passed each other, her on the way out and him on the way in. The smile reached her eyes too, and they sparkled with a curious, mischievous glint.

The way she looked at him when she smiled made him feel something, somewhere between flattered and embarrassed. It might have been her looking him over just as much as he’d unintentionally done to that to her.

The building was nice, and Lana had obviously hired movers to help with furniture and the lion’s share of boxes, but moving always happened in stages, and when they’d first met what Tim had helped with had been the last few boxes and the last bits of this and that.

He’d seen her a few more times in passing, and the more he saw her the more he started to think that loose tee she wore was the outlier and not the norm. Her breasts were always on display and every time he saw Lana, or she saw him, it seemed like she made a point of thrusting them out towards him… but he assumed it was his imagination.

It had to be because when he saw Lana in the lobby one day when he was leaving with his girlfriend, who would have said something to Tim if she saw some buxom stranger thrusting their tits in his face, she just smiled and said hello. His girlfriend Margo, who was fairly well endowed herself but not nearly in the same way Lana was, had even given him shit about it when he asked her if she saw anything weird or asked if she thought Lana was being flirty when they said hello and had some introductions.

“Just because I think you’re cute, it doesn’t mean every girl in the world does, you dope,” were her exact words.

Still, there was something about the smile Lana flashed him when she caught him staring at her tits by the pool.

“I’m free now, if it won’t take too long.” Tim was a good neighbor and Lana was nice. She was nice, and she knew he had a girlfriend.

But that smile, and those tits, had stayed with him.

‘No,” she gave him the same smile as before and started to walk towards the elevator, “it won’t take long.”

Today she was wearing jeans and a pale pink peasant blouse with a low neckline that showed off a whole lot of cleavage. The blouse had a loosely tied draw strong and was also hemmed under her  considerable bust, drawing further attention to her breasts… that didn’t need any more help getting his attention.

They rode up to her floor in the elevator and he asked, “What did you want to talk about?” as the doors opened.

Lana walked ahead of him, “It’s just a little thing, I just have a question, but it’s better for inside.”

They walked down the hall to her unit, and when he stepped inside and looked around, he saw how the place had come together.

“Here,” she walked over to her couch, which caught the afternoon sun from the window, “sit, let’s talk a little bit. I haven’t really gotten to talk to you since you were so nice to me, and every time we see each other we’re also both in such a  hurry. Thank you again for helping me.”

They sat down on the couch and Tim turned to face her.

“Yeah it was,” her cleavage was fully on display, and ever since he’d seen her in her swimsuit he couldn’t deny he’d thought about her breasts more than once. “My pleasure. I’m glad I could help.”

“You’re a nice guy,” her eyes shined and she smiled at him, and as she shifted to face him more fully the shoulder of her blouse fell just enough to reveal a little bit of a wide, black bra strap. “I bet that’s why your girlfriend likes you. Actually nice guys are hard to find, especially cute nice guys. So many guys out there pretend to be nice, but it’s just because they want something.”

Her dusky voice was warm, and casual. She talked to him like she knew him better than their few short conversations in the hall, and their little bit of small talk when they first met. The implication on her voice, the warmth in it, was a relief, and you’re not one of those guys, you’re just nice.

“Yeah, no,” he answered that implied question, and that unstated sentiment he was agreeing with, “I try to be kind. I mean, moving sucks and we’re neighbors, so why shouldn’t I help where I can.”

Lana looked like she’d gotten a little bit of a tan since the sun had started to come out, and there was a glow to her skin that also enhanced the welcoming softness of her cleavage. It was Tim’s turn to shift, but this time to look away from her and out at her living room.

“So how long have you and…” her voice hug there and he looked at her TV, and some art on the wall and…

“Amy,” he looked up at the overhead track lighting.

“I don’t think she told me her name when we met, she seems really nice, how long have you and Jane been together?”

The same friendly, welcoming, and familiar tone coated her words like honey.

“It’s been, I think about a year,” he looked down at his tennis shoes and down at her rug, “ten months. We don’t agree on when our relationship officially started.”

She laughed, “And are you happy?”

The question was gentle, sweet, and he didn’t hear anything else in it, but he had to look at her. He had to see what she was really asking, and he had to tell her decisively that he was in case this was what she wanted to talk to him about.

Tim looked deep into her hazel eyes, eyes that were bright and warm, and she brushed a strand of wavy brown curls back from her face. “I am. It’s good. We’re taking some things kind of slow, but…”

“She’s very pretty, and I mean it, she does seem really nice. Is she nice to you?”

Lana’s eyes looked deep into him and through him with a kind of intensity and warmth that made him look away again.

He stared back down at her rug, “She is. We have a really good relationship.” Tim folded his hands in his lap and looked down at his thumbs. “Is this what you…”

“You’re really nice Tim, and you’ve always been very polite. It’s not polite to not look at someone you’re talking to, especially a new friend. And I do hope we’re friends Tim. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, what kind of friends we’re going to be.”

He looked back into her eyes as she answered his unfinished question, and noticed that she was fidgeting with the loose drawstring from her blouse. If she wasn’t so sweet, and her voice wasn’t so soft and friendly, and if he hadn’t noticed that she always had her remarkable breasts on display, he would have thought that she was…

“Have you masturbated to fantasies about my tits Tim?”

‘”I’m sorry,” he was not expecting that, and especially not for it to be said like an old friend asking  a simple question. ‘What?”

Tim was too surprised to stand up and walk away, all he could do was shift back a little as he responded. He stared at her, nit not after realizing he’d found himself following that little string as she’d toyed with it in front of those breasts.

“I saw the way you were staring at them at the pool,” she didn’t change her posture or her tone, and she didn’t stop playing with the drawstring. If anything, she seemed to arch her back and thrust them forward towards him a little bit more. ‘And I noticed that you always notice the, and stare at them when you see me. It’s okay Tim, they’re big, and they’re beautiful, and for some guys they’re very sexy and irresistible. And since you always stare at them, and you’re even trying so hard not to stare at them right now, I just thought I’d ask…”

Lana tugged at her neckline just a little as Tim realized his eyes had subconsciously dropped back to her tits when she said he was trying not to stare. “Because I really didn’t want to assume.”

“So,” she smirked at him, “have you?”

“I,” Tim was going to say, see how that’s any of your business but he could see how she could tear that argument apart. Of course it was her business, because he was thinking of her body, her breast, her. He was objectifying her and making her into a fantasy, not a person. “I’m not going to answer that.”

He looked into her eyes as he answered, and she smiled.

“You’re too nice to lie, so I’ll take that as a yes. But,” she leaned back and her tis bounced a little as she did. “I need you to tell me you did, or you didn’t. I know it’s awkward, but we’re friends, and it’s like I said, I want to know what kind of friends we are, and I want my friend to be happy.”

She brushed her hair back and then started to play with the drawstring on her blouse again. The cut of the blouse really did hold and present her tits, and it was very easy to get distracted by them, or at least give in to the appeal of them.

“And I don’t want to explain your own relationship to you, but if you’re staring at my breasts every chance you get, then my tits must be something you need, and that’s okay. Your girlfriend’s pretty, and I’m sure you love her, because I can tell you wouldn’t be with someone you didn’t love, but if you feel like you can’t resist staring at my tits, then maybe I can give you something you didn’t know you needed.”

“I think I should go. Amy wouldn’t like this conversation, and we don’t have that kind of…” Tim got ready to get up.

“Oh no,” Lana’s voice was so smooth, and so soft, her gentle, dusky tone pulled at him. “I’m not coming on to you, and I’m not suggesting you open your relationship, but it just seems like you can’t resist my tits, and I want to talk about that. Because really, if you think a out it, if you fantasize about my tits, and I’m the one that has to carry these big heavy things around, it’s not really fair for me, and that wouldn’t make you a good friend. And I know you want to see me as a person, and a friend, don’t you?”

Tim shifted again, and he felt more comfortable staying in the conversation, but he didn’t know what to say, and more so, as he tried to keep eye contact with Lana, the more he felt the urge to stare back at her tits.

The idea was in his head, and it wasn’t going to work itself out.

“It doesn’t mean anything if you don’t say it out loud Tim.” She was still soft, everything about her was soft and sweet, and patient with him.

“Maybe we shouldn’t really… I don’t know….” They were just neighbors in the same building, and they didn’t know each other. There was no reason for Tim to make a point to try and stay friends with this buxom, and very forward woman who knew he had a weakness for her tits.

“We don’t have to be friends Tim,” she tugged at her blouse a little and he saw the wide black strap of her bra show as her top revealed more of her shoulder. “But you did something nice for me, so I want to do something nice for you by pointing out that you really can’t resist staring at my tits, and there’s a reason for that. It’s deep down inside you, it’s not me, it’s you. It’s why you’re still here, and it’s why you’re listening. You know what I’m saying is true, it’s why you’re listening. It’s also why you keep staring at my tits. And it’s why you’re noticing the more you try not to stare, the more your eyes keep going back to them. So tell me, are you the kind of guy that does that, or would you like to actually see me as a person?”

“You’re a person,” the gentle honey sweet softness of her voice had pulled him in. Just the sound of her words, and the smoothness of each one after the other, pulled him in, and as sweetly stuck to him. “Of course I see you as a person.”

“So, if I’m a person