I'd found a fancy dress shop in the Yellow Pages that I hadn't visited before. Even though it was a fair bus ride away, I had nothing else to do that Saturday.
I found the shop easily and stepped through the door. It looked like I was the only customer, which was a good start. The other encouraging thing was that it was an old-fashioned hire shop and not one of those cheap and nasty party shops that seemed to be springing up all over the place, selling only mass-produced rubbish all creased-up in clear plastic wrappers.
"Can I help you, sir?" asked the middle-aged lady behind the counter.
"I'd like to see what you have in the way of female harem or genie costumes, please?"
"They're on the next floor and I'm on my own for the next ten minutes. Would you mind showing yourself around?"
"Of course not," I answered. What an opportunity, a chance to browse unhindered.
"They're in the third section on the left," she added.
"Thank you," I said, making my way up the stairs.
I soon found the correct section and with it, disappointment. There wasn't one outfit with sheer sleeves or legs or both, the kind I like to wear for a little private fun.
"They never have anything I like, these days," I muttered to myself.
I was just thinking that I'd had yet another wasted journey, when I noticed a box of props on the floor underneath the costumes I'd just been viewing and sitting on top was a genie-style lamp. I don't know what made me pick it up, but as soon as I did, I noticed its weight. This was no cheap theatre prop.
Below the rim of the lid the lamp was encrusted with a ring of coloured stones (jewels, perhaps?). I was holding the lamp in my right hand which meant my thumb was resting naturally on one of the stones and on closer inspection, this one was more polished than the others.
"Surely not," I said to myself. Nonetheless I started to idly rub the stone with my thumb. On the third stroke, I heard a soft click behind me and whirled round, nearly dropping the lamp.
Before me stood a beautiful dark-haired woman dressed in an exact replica of a harem costume that had always been a favourite of mine, from a sixties British comedy film called 'Sands of the Desert'. All I could do was stare.
"Do you like it?" she asked, turning around completely. As she did, the sheer fabric of the baggy harem pants drifted and shimmered attractively.
"It's stunning!" I gasped. "I've always wanted to see this outfit in real life.
"And you'd like to wear one like it, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, of course. How did you know?"
"I'm a sex genie. If I choose, I can see and share all your sex fantasies. I saw yours when I was inside the lamp and they attracted me. We can spend all afternoon exploring your, and now my, fetishes."
"I can't believe this is happening to me. Wait a minute, what about the lady downstairs and any other customers?"
"Time stopped outside this room as soon as I appeared. It will start again when I disappear back into the lamp"
"So you know what I'd like more than anything, my ultimate fantasy?"
"Yes, and mine now, of course, but I thought it best to introduce it gradually with this." She held out the chiffon legs of the harem pants as an illustration.
"This is what you'd really like," she continued, clicking her fingers.
Immediately an old-fashioned silky-smooth nylon appeared, draped over her left hand.
"You'd like to be dressed from head to toe in this type of sheer nylon touching every part of your body, wouldn't you?"
"It's something I've dreamed of for years."
"No longer," she said. "First, let's change the scenery."
After clicking her fingers again the room became decorated in a style something between Arab tent and modern chic.
"Get undressed, then," she said, smiling at me.
I didn't need asking twice and soon my clothes were draped over a convenient chair and my already stiffening cock on display.
"That's nice," she said, giggling. "Can you help me out of this costume, please?"
I stood behind her and with trembling hands started to undo the hooks and eyes on the bra top. As I did, she went on tiptoes and pushed her chiffon-clad buttocks against my cock.
I suspected she could have undressed with a single click of her fingers, but I wasn't objecting. The chiffon was caressing my cock.
"My name's Alena," she said, maintaining the pressure, "what's yours?"
"Peter,"I answered.
"Pleased to meet you Peter."
"Likewise."
Alena then stepped forward a few inches, which was my cue to undo the harem pants. I couldn't resist stroking the chiffon legs before she removed them.
She giggled. "Nice, aren't they?"
Then Alena turned to face me and I was facing the most beautiful female body I'd ever seen.
"Aleena, you're gor.."
"So I've been told," she interrupted, grinning at me. "Shall we get started?"