Like most people, money is pretty tight. I work two jobs just to keep up, but that doesn't leave a lot of time for myself. When I do get the rare day off, I can't afford to do much. Luckily, I live a half hour's drive from the ocean and enjoy spending the day walking barefoot along the water, daydreaming about owning one of the expensive beach houses that litter the area and living there with someone special. This was one of those rare days. Since it's the off season I have the beach mostly to myself. The water is freezing but feels good on my feet and legs. The contrast of warm sun and cool ocean breeze is refreshing. My mind continues to drift with dreams of a better life. So much so that I barely notice the bottle that washed up on shore twenty feet in front of me. I'm about to pass it by, assuming it was just trash, but something about it catches my eye. More specifically, it feels like it's calling to me. Unable to resist the urge, I pick it up and take a closer look. It's very ornate and looks ancient. I start to get my hopes up thinking it could be worth a lot of money. Maybe I'll be able to afford a beach house after all! Before I rush off to get it appraised, I notice something inside. The glass is very dark, but there's definitely something in there...and is it moving? Opening it would be a terrible and stupid idea, but my hands move on their own and quickly remove the cap. Green smoke starts billowing out and my common sense returns. Dropping the bottle, I quickly back away from it and the water.
I watch in amazement as the smoke doesn't dissipate, despite the strong, ocean breeze. Instead, it collects into a large oblong shape standing up from the ground. Slowly the form changes, becomes solid, becomes a person? The smoke is gone and in its place is a light green skinned woman standing with her back to me. She has long, red hair tied into a ponytail and is wearing what looks like a genie costume you might see at a Halloween store. She's tall, at least six feet, and the costume can barely contain her curves. It slowly dawns on me, could this be an actual genie? As my mind races, I look around to see if anyone else can confirm I'm not hallucinating, but there's no one else in sight. She is surveying the ocean, looking for something. She turns around and spots me, her look of confusion quickly turns to joy as she starts racing toward me. Still in shock, my feet remain firmly in place, my body frozen like a statue. I helplessly watch as she throws her arms around me, locking me in an embrace as if we were long lost friends. The height difference forces my face into her ample cleavage adding arousal to my confusion.
"Oh, thank you, Master! I was afraid you could not hear me and would walk away. I feel as though I have been in that bottle for one hundred years. My last master was this angry little man with a strange mustache. All he wanted was power, which I gave him, but I did not like him so I made sure he would not be able to sustain that power. I thought I was very clever, but he was not at all pleased, so he trapped me back in my bottle and had his men take me to a faraway island. I was very fortunate when a large storm swept me into the ocean and eventually carried me to you. What is your name, Master? Where are we? What year is this?"
This all came rambling out so quickly I barely caught every other word. It took me several seconds to realize that not only had she stopped, but she asked me some questions and was now staring at me expectantly. "Um, my name's Victor. Who are you? What are you?"
"Oh of course, a thousand pardons, Master. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Zaara, the genie of the lamp. As my thanks for releasing me I will grant you three wishes!"
I remain frozen. This can't be real, right? Is it a dream? Was I drugged? Am I dead? This kind of stuff happens in stories you read online, not real life. I simply stand there, staring into her face. Her very beautiful face, once you get past the green skin. She looks back at me, patiently waiting for a response, but seemingly excited for anything I have to say. Eventually her patience wears out when I never say anything. She lightly taps the palm of her hand against her forehead, "Apologies, Master Victor. May I ask, what year is it?"
I stammer out, "Uh, 2023..."
Her eyes went wide, "Oh my, I have been away a long time. No wonder this is confusing. Very well, may I bring you into my lamp and I can explain everything? It is quite safe. No one can trap me in there except my master, and that's you!" I slowly nod, causing her to smile and nod as well. Green smoke begins swirling around the both of us as we're suddenly transported to a lavish room with a large circular couch covered with many pillows. Yards and yards of silk are draped and hanging everywhere. It's all covered in different shades of pink and adorned with tassels. She has me sit in the middle of the couch and waves her hands in the air as a slideshow appears. It's like she summoned a PowerPoint presentation from nowhere. She goes through the slides, giving me a history lesson on djinns, or genies as I know them. She confirmed every story I've ever read or seen about them.
I sit quietly as she completes her presentation. I'm still in a bit of shock, but also admiring her. On the beach I only had the briefest look, but now I could see how absolutely beautiful she is. Even if she wasn't green, I wouldn't think she was real. I have never seen skin so smooth. Not a single blemish, mark, or wrinkle. Her breasts were at least a double D cup, but defied gravity. There is no way a loose, silky top could be supporting them, but there wasn't a hint of sagging. Hourglasses wish they had a figure like hers. As my mind spins trying to make sense of magic and all this nonsense, I didn't notice she finished and is again looking at me expectantly.
Like an idiot, I can only reply, "I'm sorry, what?"
"I said do you now understand? Your wish is my command! What is your wish, Master?"
What do I want? What do most men want? Money? Women? Power? That all seems so petty and ordinary. I could become a superhero! I could solve the world's problems, end war, feed the hungry, save the planet from a climate apocalypse! Once again, my brain starts spinning into an infinite loop, but just as quickly I shut it down.
"Um, I don't have to decide right away, right? Can I think it over for a little bit?"
She smiles again. Always with the smiles, it's slightly disturbing, "Of course, Master!" She begins swaying her hips, dancing to music that wasn't there. No wait, music
is
playing. Where did that come from? It's no song I recognize but has a very seductive feeling. "I hope I am not too distracting, Master. I am so happy to be free again, I cannot help but dance!' I dumbly nod, transfixed by her body. She loosens her hair from the ponytail, letting it cascade around her shoulders and closes her eyes. Zaara continues dancing and gracefully moves around the room while I can only stare. I enjoy watching her breasts bounce and her behind shimmy as she goes. After a while she opens her eyes and meets mine. I blush but she smiles again and begins moving toward me. As she slowly spreads my legs apart and moves even closer, I begin to feel like I'm in a strip club. This causes me to finally notice the large bulge in my swimsuit, which in turn makes my embarrassment skyrocket. But the second she turns her back and resumes swaying her behind just inches from that bulge, any embarrassment or shame is gone. All that's left is desire for this magical being, but I'm still in enough shock that my arms won't move to touch her. I can only watch as her movements bring her body closer and closer to mine until she finally grazes my crotch, causing me to involuntarily moan.
She looks over her shoulder at me, her bright, blue eyes piercing through her flowing, red hair, "Oh, does that feel good, Master?" I moan again and nod as she continues dancing, gradually increasing the pressure when she rubs against me until she is sitting on my crotch and laying back on me, using my body as a lounge chair. "Won't you please touch me, Master? I've been alone for so long now." That breaks my paralysis as my hands move to her hips, feeling her body through the silky, gossamer material of her outfit. She coos as my hands roam over her taut stomach. When I reach her breasts, she puts her hands over mine and starts grinding her ass into my crotch. I've never had a lot of luck with women, and the few times I've been with someone my stamina was always lacking, so I'm surprised I haven't made a mess in my shorts yet. I don't know if it's the shock of this unreal situation or if she's working some magic, but when she slowly guides my hands back down her body and between her legs, I feel my orgasm quickly approaching. I'm amazed at how excited she is as our fingers easily slide inside of her. She guides them to pleasure her exactly how she needs as I struggle mightily to keep from cumming.
