"What on earth are you wearing?" I ask her, as she walks back into the room in different clothes. She laughs.
"I'm pretty sure you can tell," she says, adjusting the ponytail on top of her head. The rest of the outfit appears to be pale purple leggings and some sort of sparkly bra-vest-thing. What sort of bottle does a genie like that even appear out of? A Maker's Mark bottle, probably, or maybe a Willet's, knowing this girl.
"And... are you here to grant wishes?" She nods, and perches on a chair beside the bed.
"But I'm sure you know the genie rules, right? I can't kill anyone, can't bring people back from the dead, and can't make people fall in love."
"Seems like bullshit that genies have limits, but alright, I can work with it." I stretch out on the bed, with my hands behind my head, to give it some thought. I could, of course, wish for something totally outrageous, but that would miss the point of the game. "Alright, I have my first wish. Do I have to rub something, or...?" She snickers. "Genie, I wish for you to make yourself cum while I watch."
She was probably expecting something like that; she knows I like to watch, and she's found she likes when I watch her. This isn't the first time I've suggested this, but it doesn't get old.
She stands up and runs her fingers over the tops of her breasts, which are boosted enticingly by the sparkly bra. She opens the front clasp and shrugs, letting the straps slip down her arms, then letting the rest of the bra fall away. My eyes are drawn to the pink points of her nipples, and I stare as she shimmies a bit, to peel off her leggings.
Fully naked now, she seats herself primly back on the edge of the chair, knees together and back straight, as if she's in the front of the class and ready to take notes. Then she parts her legs, and I can see the tuft of hair at the juncture of her thighs. She slips the fingers of one hand down, and begins to explore. I pull my shirt over my head as I watch her melt into her pleasure. Her eyes have closed and her legs stretch out as she leans back. The late afternoon sunlight is glowing on her skin, and her hips are moving in time with her fingers, sliding in and out of her pussy. I squeeze my cock and stare, watching the tension build in the lines of her body as she focuses little strokes on her clit, faster and faster. Her other hand is gripping the chair above her head so she doesn't fall off, and then her back arches and she's quietly moaning through an orgasm. Her fingers slow down as her body starts to relax, and in a few moments, her hand stops and her eyes open. She sits up and clears her throat.
"Ahem. Well. Wish granted," she says. "Did you want to make your second wish right now?" I nod, and gesture to my lap. I've unzipped my pants and pushed them down to my thighs, but my boxers are still on.
"Genie, for my second wish, I want you to come sit over here, and do that again."
