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Wishes - A Day Out

by The SlutMan



I looked at her and then I took another look. She was worth two looks, at the very least. She was blond, she was built and she was beautiful. She looked a lot like Barbara Eden from the old TV show I Dream Of Genie, only better; she was a lot younger looking and much more voluptuously sexy than Miss Eden had ever been.

Her body was absolute perfection, from the part in the thick mop of her platinum blond hair to her small, slipper-clad feet. The ripe, heavy mounds of her breasts and her womanly hips accentuated her impossibly slim waist. Her hips made a cradle of her flat, firm belly, and her ass was achingly perfect, as were her long legs.

She was dressed as Miss Eden had dressed on the show, except for one small detail. You could, in the right light, catch tantalizing glimpses of her gorgeous body through the sheer material of her harem outfit. And the light was right more often than not. The soft pink of a pouting nipple, the golden fleece that covered the mound of her sex, the tight crack that split her delightful ass, all were seen in fleeting peeks as she moved.

"You are NOT losing your mind," the blond said firmly. "I am real. I exist and I am a Genie. Your Genie, now. And yes, you may call me Genie."

I'm Jerry Allen, a fifty-three year old bachelor living in Vermont, and with those words, my life changed in ways you won't believe. For example, my fifth day with Genie started like this...

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I awoke bright and early on a beautiful Sunday morning to discover that Peggy was once again sharing my bed. This was getting to be a habit, and although it was one I didn't really mind all that much, I was beginning to wonder about her a little bit. She was a good looking, bright, vivacious woman with a killer body. Why couldn't she find a boyfriend and hang onto him?

I flipped back the sheet and regarded the sleeping woman's body thoughtfully. She was sprawled on her back, her breasts moving slowly up and down as she breathed. There was enough daylight for me to see the fine blue tracery of veins in the white skin of her heavy breasts. I could smell her perfume and its light, crisp scent fit her well, I thought, enhancing her natural smell rather than hiding it. I felt my cock stirring as I looked at her and I smiled down at my hardening rod.

Since Genie had restored my physical fitness, at age fifty-three I could pop a woody as easily as I had at sixteen. And I had yet to discover the limits of my endurance. Strangely enough, none of the women I've bedded lately have questioned it. Becky, Terri and Henderson probably didn't know any better, all they had to compare me to were teenage boys. But Peggy was another story. She'd had at least three long-term lovers and she was probably wondering how sweet old cousin Jerry was managing to keep it hard for her all night long.

She probably thinks I use Viagra or something, I decided.

'Genie?' I tried to whisper with my mind. If she was sleeping, I didn't want to wake her.

'I am here, Master, ' came the reply in my head. 'How may I serve you?'

'Do you know why is Peggy here again?'

'She did not wish to go home to her empty condo, ' Genie said. 'She's lonely.'

'So she's not here for sex?' I asked.

'No Master, although she would not be adverse to it.' Genie said. 'Her hunger for sex is always near the surface, especially if it is with you.'

'Ok Genie, thank you.' I frowned. I didn't like the idea of Peggy coming here instead of getting out and socializing. She was an enormously attractive young woman; she should be out finding a boyfriend, not hanging around with me. On the other hand, there were damn few places to go and socialize at two in the morning after the bars have closed. I mentally shrugged and put her social life out of my mind, for now.

I went down to the kitchen after I had showered and shaved and found Genie there, as I had come to expect, with another terrific breakfast waiting for me. "You," I told her, "Are going to spoil me."

"That's my job," she said, smiling at me.

"What are your plans for today?" I asked her as I tucked into the great looking breakfast in front of me.

"I have nothing planned, Master," she said.

"How about coming out on the boat with me, then? You can fetch your fishing gear and we'll see how our luck is running."

She smiled broadly, clearly delighted with the idea. "Oh, Master, that would be fun!"

Good." I smiled back at her. "Why don't you zap up a lunch for us while I polish off this gorgeous breakfast? You should probably change too, it's supposed to get hotter than hell today."

"It will be done, Master." A cooler appeared on the counter and she vanished, only to reappear a few seconds later, clad in a light terrycloth beach coat. It showed a startling amount of cleavage and came down to just past her beautiful butt. Her heavy mop of hair was pulled back tightly in a ponytail. From the neck up she looked like a happy and excited sixteen-year-old girl. There was a fishing rod clutched tightly in her right hand and a sizeable tackle box on the floor at her feet.

I mopped up the last of the syrup with the last bite of waffle and pushed the plate away. "Damn, that was good." I stood up and headed for the back door, where I had put my fishing tackle.

Her voice stopped me. "It's already on the boat, Master, and the boat is already at the dock, gassed and ready to go."

I turned around and smiled at her. "Not anxious to go fishing or anything, are you?" I asked.

She colored slightly and said, "It's been a very long time since I have fished Lake Champlain," she said.

"I can believe that," I said. I stopped long enough to scribble a note for Peggy, leaving it propped up against the coffee maker, where she'd be sure to see it.

"What did you do, fish Lake Champlain with Samuel?" I asked as we walked down to the boat. I was referring to Samuel de Champlain, her last Master and the klutz that had lost her overboard off of his ship, locking her in her jar for almost four hundred years.

"No, Master," she replied. "He was too busy to spare time for fishing. No, I would fish off the boat while he was exploring ashore."

"Yeah? Did you find any good fishing holes back then?"

"One didn't have to find a good spot back then," she said. "The fishing was good no matter where you were."

I started the boat and then got up to cast off the dock lines. I was just stepping back on board when the screen door slapped against the wall of my brother's camp as Becky came running onto the deck. I looked up at the camp and noticed Peggy stepping out onto my deck at the same time.

'Genie, pause Becky and Peg please.' I thought. The two women stopped in mid-stride, and I turned to Genie. "They're gonna want to come with us, aren't they?"

"Peggy does," Genie said. "Becky just wants to get laid."

"Did they see you?"

"No."

I sat down on the long couch next to her. "Genie, I want to be able to do things with you, like this fishing trip. I want you to let me introduce you to my family as a visiting girlfriend. They'll be so excited that I'm seeing someone that they'll let us have our space, for trips like this. Does that sound like something you'd be ok with?"

She gave me an uncertain look. "You want to do things with me?"

I nodded. "I don't want to be just your Master, Genie." I took her hand and held it. "I'd like to be more than that. I want to be your friend too, if you'll let me."

"You could just wish it, Master."

I shook my head. "No, I don't think so," I said. "Your time when you're not serving me is your own. I'll not take that away from you with a wish for your friendship. Besides, I don't want a friend like that. I want a friend who hangs out with me because she wants to, not because I made her do it."

She gave me a look that I couldn't read. "By all the Gods in the heavens," she said softly, "You are a strange man, Master."

I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. She was going to turn me down. I could feel it. "Don't tell me that none of your Masters wanted to be your friend."

"They didn't," she said softly. "All they wanted was what I could give them. It may have been different with one or two of them, had I allowed it, but I didn't. Times were different that long ago."

"Why didn't you allow it?"

"Women were little more than property back then, Master. Had I appeared to them as I am now, I'd have been nothing more that the woman that kept their beds warm at night, or a bitch to relive their basest lusts, or so they would have hoped. It would have led to all kinds of trouble with them. So when my presence was required, I appeared to them as an old crone, an ugly, smelly old hag."

At that moment, she changed right in front of me, into the old crone she was talking about. Her hand went from being the soft and cool hand of Genie to the bony old claw of the Genie of her past Masters. I resisted the urge to shudder and she changed back.

"I can see why they, um, wouldn't have wanted your company," I said grinning at her.

"Ugly, wasn't I?" she smiled.

"Yeah," I nodded. "But, that's not you and I'm not your past Masters. What do you say, honey, do you want to it a shot? Please say yes."

She looked at me for a few moments and then slowly nodded. "We can try it," she said.

"All riiight!" I exclaimed, grinning at her. I squeezed her hand and then went back to where I'd been when she paused the girls. "Start 'em up, sweetie."

The screen door banged shut and Becky called, "Where ya goin', Unca Jerry?"

"Fishing," I called back as I boarded my boat. "We'll ...

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