Flights of Fancy

Unlike the other teleportation wishes, the genie felt herself as her Master had, flying upwards and dropped into a pair of super comfortable leather seats that seemed to be moving quickly forward, and then slowly.

“Mmmph!”

Jessica came all over her tight onesie and tight shorts, her hands immediately reaching to pinch and squeeze her nipples as she felt the magical auras and sensory effects moved from her pussy into her body, and moaned them out through her breath and from the rest of her body into the chair.

Simon groaned and slumped himself against the chair, eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head as he managed not to throw up, thankfully.

Comparatively, they didn’t go far, just up based on range and calculated flight time estimates that Simon had done ahead of time.

The genie felt the pressurized air, the sound of a soft ding from the inside as she shot up from her sweaty, sandy, and cum released state. Her enthusiasm was hard to contain. While they had traveled via magic before, it was never like this. Jessica’s energy and wish arousal quickly shot her up,

“Holy shit, we tele…!”

“Shh!”

Her Master silenced her with his finger over her mouth and brought his face in close before Simon spoke in a whisper, “Jess! Airplane.”

“Oh!”

The cheerleader quickly nodded and spoke in a lower tone,

“Right, right.”

Simon had tried to track and time the exact moment perfectly, using the weekend to coordinate their moves while she hung out with his sister or stepmother.

The blonde teenager looked around as she stood up and walked in front of her seat. The cabin was more than one room and the airline seats were a part of a small lounge area with a walkway to adjoining cabin room. This was no ordinary first class seating. Jessica glanced back at Simon as her awkward childhood friend placed the old metal ring and rod on the now empty seat. Sand dust fell off his arms and clothes as the exhausted boy tapped the little bit of sand from their found treasures.

The genie looked around their accommodations again and smiled back to her Master as she pointed in realization,

“Is this one of those super-duper cabins that cost, like, 40K round trip? Steph told me about how Daddy took one for business a couple times. I never got to see one except in pictures.”

A plane ticket that cost as much as a year’s salary for someone was expensive and indulgent. They called it First-Class still for a reason. You got what you paid for. Two seats, three rooms, including a bed and a bathroom? Holy shit! Was that a working shower?

After wandering the desert for hours, to Jessica, this was heaven.

“Right,” the still-dry-sounding Simon announced and stood with his outer sand covered gear discarded.

The awkward auburn-haired male rubbed ever more dust and sand from his messy head as he marched for the bathroom,

“You and I need a shower.”

Jessica beamed at the announcement. The Queen of Eastlake quickly pushed the off-guard dork into the small confines in order to strip their clothes off faster. Slipping out of the tight leotard took little effort for her, but showed the tan lines that should’ve developed in the sun hadn’t appeared. Instead, her entire skin was now the golden-tan tint as opposed to Simon’s hodgepodge of pale flesh, dry reddened patches, and lines outlined with sand.

She wasted no time in bouncing and pulling the lumbering oaf with her into the small pod as the water turned on. The happy hum and wiggle of her back against his front made it clear it was time to scrub the other.

Simon did little to stop her, as she started on him before he could protest, but the nonchalant and relax commands did little to dissuade her bubbly mood.

“Make sure to scrub the limbs and torso, Jess. I think those last two spills got me pretty good.”

“Yes, Master.”

“I’ll try and squat a bit so you can get my scalp, but it’s a tight fit.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Don’t forget to move around and pull your cheeks open. I’ll get the sand out of your butt.”

“Yes, Master!”

“Do you want me to use the body oil they gave us on your breasts?”

“Yes, Master!”

“Jess you know you can say and do more than ‘Yes, Master’ and massage my dick, right?”

The genie flipped her wet blonde hair in the boy’s face as she flirtatiously giggled,

“Of course! I just don’t want anything to interrupt your hands, Silly Simon!”

God. It felt like an eternity since they were alone together and relaxed. They had a lot to do, but Jessica had also longed to play again. Being alone with her childhood friend now that they were firmly entrenched in their relationship made interruptions annoying. Whether it be her best friend in Sam, or enemy in Kevin. She had to combat the disappointment of doing the hard work and boring stuff instead of whatever her magic was capable of.

Simon could wish them home immediately, but then they also couldn’t be alone in a first class airplane cabin together.

Which is why she pouted in disappointment when nothing happened in the shower.

“Oh c’mon. Don’t you want us to join the mile high club together?”

She was quick to reach up around her taller boyfriend’s shoulders and press her naked body against his torso with a waggle of her brow and a wink of her eye.

Simon’s face didn’t bother to hide that devious smirk that wore his emotions on his sleeve. He could’ve nervously laughed it off as he had before, but their comfort level made things so much easier for him to get out of that dorkish shell.

“Who said we weren’t? You’re going to have to play a game with me to get it though.”

Jessica gasped as he left the bathroom and went to the bedroom cabinet. Her inner self grew ever more giddy at what they would be playing.

The ever-game genie wouldn’t have to wait long as her Master held out his fingers and changed her hair, clothes, and make up into what he desired.

She loved playing her Master’s games.

SNAP.

Usually on these flights - based on the YouTubers and other promotional content released for their most high-end and exclusive clients and what he had researched online for their trip - Simon knew there would be someone assigned to the passenger by the airline.

When you had the best friend you loved since childhood – who was also your personal genie – it wasn’t hard to figure out what the best way to spend time together on a transatlantic flight would be.

“Hello, sir.”

Simon glanced up from his seat at the young blonde with her gloved hands folded against one another in front of her. Her uniform matched the colors of the rest of the stewardesses of the flight, with a few key differences.

The high heels and black stockings certainly weren’t regulation issue, nor was the micro-mini skirt they led underneath to, the white dress shirt certainly wasn’t meant to be tied up to expose all of her bare, smooth midriff, nor was the undersized colored blazer supposed to barely containing her breasts behind a single gold button, but the matching lip stick, golden eyeliner around her eyes, and cute stewardess hat made it hard to look down or up without looking at the whole picture.

She spoke softly, like honey, with a warm glow,

“My name is Jessica, and I will be your personal attendant for the duration of your flight. Please let me know if there’s anything I can help you with or need to make your stay with us more comfortable. Do not hesitate to ask me for anything, and I mean anything, at all.”

Inside he felt giddy at his girlfriend’s total commitment to the roleplay.

It was a struggle to keep his poker face up, but he managed to turn the smile into a small side smirk, glanced up from his tablet and back down as if paying little attention to her,

“You seem to enjoy your work, Jessica.”

The blonde earnestly nodded and then continued her professional-sounding tone,

“Oh yes, sir. Providing excellent service is what I live for.”

Keep a straight face, Simon told himself.

Briefly, he looked at his role-playing genie again. Jessica was already slightly pink in the cheeks, but the smile on her face made it clear she was loving every second of this. Her eyes remained extremely attentive. This time Simon sighed and pressed his body into the leather cushions of his seat, leaning back with an exhale through the nostrils,

“Very well, stewardess. May I see a menu?”

“Of course, sir.”

The Genie Stewardess sauntered from one end of the cabin to the other to bring back a drink and food menu,

“I will straighten the bedroom for you. Please let me know when you’re ready to order.”

His eyes were unable to prevent himself from looking at her lingerie riding her ass as the skirt hiked up slightly. Knowing his eyes were on her, she accentuated her walk to keep his attention.

When Jessica stopped worrying and being concerned about what others would think or do to her and focused on what she wanted instead, holy fuck, was she unstoppable, Simon affirmed.

‘You aren’t allowed to get tense unless you want to come in and watch meeee!’ the cheerleader’s telepathic voice musically teased.

The young master shook his head with a chuckle and continued to make his latest series of notes. While Jessica played, he continued to work on deciphering and examining the metal ring and staff found in the ruins.

His hazel eyes inspected the finer details of the staff and the ground seal. Most of the rust and corrosion that had been held off for centuries by magic. The perceptive teen made his observations; the symbols and engravings checked out, but he needed to make sure of something,

“Stewardess?”

Jessica returned to his side of the cabin and assumed her previous attentive pose, a smile on her face,

“How may I be of service, Sir?”

Simon held up the metal in front of the genie attendant’s face with an honest curiosity,

“Are you able to sense magical residue on this object?”

The Master waited as his girlfriend’s face squirmed and she kept her legs together. Jessica was trying. She had practiced and attempted to reach the sensory state she had acquired at Myers Manor, but pouted in disappointment. His childhood beloved was trying her best, but anxiety and doubt leaked out when she bowed her head,

“I’m sorry, sir, I’m having some difficulties, perhaps if I had some extra….”

The awkward teen sighed and reached a hand under her uniform’s skirt and pressed against her pussy, eyes locked on her emerald orbs. Jessica struggled on her own, but Simon knew what worked for her. He spoke in the same commanding tone that had worked before,

“Obey me, my love. Use your senses and tell me what you see, and you shall be rewarded handsomely.”

The rhyming scheme of his words was unintentional and the awkward teen would eventually realize that, but in the moment it had its intended purpose.

The genie gasped and bit her lip as the lust increased. His thumb and finger pinched and flicked her clit against her panties and Jessica’s magical body responded. Simon felt her arousal and want grow at being told to obey her Master. It was written all over her face. His childhood friend focused her emotions and excitement into sensing the immaterial essence and energy that he could not. The familiar mental fog she had displayed in her body language returned.

Jessica’s thoughts quickly disappeared into a telepathic void as she tilted her head. The Djinn Sister senses were no doubt at work as the blonde’s gloved hand reached out as if to poke something and then waved over another atop the metal objects. The teenage genie’s face grimaced slightly as she looked at where he kept the shard behind his shirt. The adorable, sexy flight attendant shook her head and snapped from her experience.

“There is no touch of the Masters on the rod or the disk, but there is something that draws one to the other when closer to proximity. Like a, um….”

His beloved blonde bit her lip nervously, her mind revealing she had trouble finding the right word. Simon raised an eyebrow,

“…resonance?”

Immediately, Jessica’s more bubbly personality returned and the roleplaying stewardess nodded her head and returned to standing attentively,

“Yeah! That’s it.”

‘So that confirms some form of defense strategy,’ Simon pondered in his head.

The teen snapped as he realized the silky sensation on his fingers was them still pressed against his girlfriend’s uniform panties. To resolve this, the Master used the full knowledge of his genie’s body to stroke and press in the right places to earn pleasurable gasps and stifled moans. With his other hand he held the menu out again,

“Good girl, Jessica. Go inform your colleague assign to this room with you that I’m ready to order and return here. She may not be familiar with the special attendant position you hold, don’t forget to put her at ease and remind her.”

The blonde stewardess **** looked at the menu as she processed his role play orders. Simon smiled innocently and in understanding. No matter what age or relationship they had, Jessica Edwards always looked adorable when confused to Simon Harris.

‘We have a personal attendant assigned to this cabin already, Jess. You don’t want to freak her out, do you?’

The realization made his girlfriend bob her head and smile. She understood what to do. The teenage genie then returned to their role play and took the menu,

“Of course, sir. I’ll see to it at once.”

She spun and glided toward the hall and bedroom door entrance before he stopped her,

“Oh, and Jessica.”

The naughty stewardess turned back as her Master smiled at her,

“Don’t forget to get something expensive to drink.”

There was no knowing when they were going to have an opportunity like this again.

The same devilish glee was masked by the bubbly and innocent smile both young adults flashed to one another as Genie acknowledged Master,

“My pleasure, sir.”

Simon heard the reaction of the actual assigned stewardess as she asked Jessica if she needed anything before he placed his headphones on. The noise of the plane further dimmed as he looked at the shirt and shorts the airline included for the sleep across the journey.

His role-playing genie stewardess returned a moment later to his seat as he removed his headphones, Jessica smiled at him still in the act,

“The order for the meal has been placed, sir. Amara will bring the drink cart shortly.”

Simon nodded and motioned toward her with a shrug,

“Sit.”

Rather than jump and snuggle into the adjoining chair next to him, his girlfriend dropped to her knees and folded her hands with a smile.

Her emerald eyes locked on him as he pointed again,

“I mean, the chair, Jess.”

The blonde genie shook her head,

“My apologies, sir, but per airline policy, seats are strictly for the clients.”

What?

‘That’s not an airline….’

He couldn’t finish his thought as the genie giggled, brightened her smile, and tilted her head to the side.

Oh.

Simon felt his face heat up as he snickered.

‘Naughty, naughty genie.’

Again, another delighted giggle escaped through the blonde stewardess’ closed lips as she remained knelt at his side. The young man sighed as he raised an eyebrow,

‘Well, if you’re going to keep the game going aloud, we’ll talk like this, then.’

Jessica nodded,

‘Okay.’

He found himself in another repetitive phase, but it was important to him. Simon asked the same question he felt himself asking of her each time,

‘How do you feel?’

The stewardess’ face and emerald eyes looked at her Master curiously, mimicking his trademark head tilt back at him,

‘About what?’

Simon scoffed, still not saying a word aloud. She could’ve been teasing, or honest, but he wanted to be sure anyway,

‘C’mon, Jess. I mean overall with everything. Between your Mom finally coming back, getting Kevin on board, the mystery man and his genie, having to put up with my nonsense, and having to train at the same time? You’ve probably wanted to pull your hair out a few times the last few days. I’d understand if you’d be mad about anything or have something you’d want to get off your chest with me.’

The genie nervously bit her lip and his blonde childhood companion looked up and away more than once as she spoke back with her mind, her face growing flush,

‘There’s a lot I can go off about right now, and I get annoyed when you still try to ask me things like you’re unsure when I know how confident and in control you can be.’

Her eyes narrowed at him when the later part of the thought made its way into his head. She turned herself on her knees to face him. For a brief moment she rolled her eyes to look away as she dismissed anything as the Queen of Eastlake. She hated stating the obvious, but glanced her eyes back him so he could see her reaffirm a core belief,

‘You can do anything, y’know. I believe that. I like it when you’re in charge, Master. It feels good. It feels right. Seeing all you’ve done in the last couple weeks, shouldn’t that be obvious to you?’

It was hard to doubt her. The blonde bombshell made it more difficult for him when she pulled her legs apart while remaining in her kneeling state. Her cleavage in full view of his gaze to purposefully draw his attention to her breasts constrained by the sexualized uniform.

She was all his for the taking, and both knew it.

‘You’re doing it again, Master.’

Her emerald orbs were quick to look at him,

‘Second guessing yourself isn’t going to get you anywhere.’

Before they could say anything more, there was a knock on the cabin door.

Simon watched as his sexy stewardess stood and moved to answer. It gave him a chance to sigh and exhale the scolding. Instead, he decided to see what the interruption was about.

The young man soon found himself looking on curiously as he had his tray placed out in front of his seat, followed by silverware and plates, only for Jessica to set the first dish out, still fully committed to her roleplay,

“Your first course, sir.”

She then walked back to the door and returned later with a pair of wine glasses and a champagne bottle with the cork already removed,

“Your drink.”

Simon motioned to the seat again as she poured the glass, holding back another smirk,

“Sit with me.”

“Again, sir, it is against airline policy for me to….”

Oh, no. Two could play at this game.

“I’ve read the manual on your particular position, Jessica. Your main job as my personal attendant is to assure that my needs are met on this flight. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And you live to provide excellent service. That is what you told me, correct?”

“Yes….”

Simon pointed to the chair again as he picked up his fork. This time his tone became firm with his servant,

“Then sit your perfect ass down and eat with me or I’ll report you.”

The genie stewardess nodded and spoke submissively,

“Of course, sir. You are always right.”

Jessica moved to sit on her knees onto the leather chair, hands rode up her thigh-high nylon stockings. Even though his erection was hidden by the tray, the genie smiled with a sparkle in her emerald eyes as he grunted in discomfort,

“You look uncomfortable, Master Harris. Is there anything I can do to help you relax?”

His role-playing girlfriend leaned her chest forward in sight of his eyes, the arousal entering his sensory ranges. His childhood friend had become such a fucking tease, and he loved it. Deep beneath the many layers that their relationship had become, at their core they were still two childhood friends playing together, endlessly.

That same begging and teasing voice of hers repeating in his head,

‘Play with me.’

The head cheerleader of their high school, on her 18th birthday, breasts in her hands, naked as the day she was born in his bedroom goading him on. Simon had always been afraid to lose control of himself - what he was capable of doing based on his past meltdowns.

As paradoxically as her own magic existence, Jessica made him lose control, so that her Master could finally gain it.

Simon held out a fork-full of his salad course,

“Eat with me.”

The bubbly blonde giggled as she childishly opened her mouth wide with an, “Ahhh….”

As good as she was playing a role of the obedient servant, the Queen of Eastlake still enjoyed being spoiled by her boyfriend. It was no surprise that the demeanor of the cheerleader stewardess and her Master quickly moved from role-playing to having a lunch break. Simon would take a bite, and then he would feed Jessica the next, she’d sit back in the recliner and sip from her champagne glass. When they finished the first plate, she went back to her flight attendant role by taking the finished plate out and bringing the next course in.

Having a multi-course meal on an expensive first-class airline was not on the awkward teen’s bucket list before, but he definitely crossed it off now.

Again, Naughty Stewardess Jessica knelt in the chair toward her Master, ate her food when fed to her, then kicked back in the chair with her glass of champagne, and tugged at the short skirt of her uniform as it rode up. Each time the blonde fidgeted and straightened her uniform as she stood and came back with the final plate. Her eyes lit up at Dessert, but pouted when Simon took the second bite for himself. Then he watched her squeal and kick her legs as she ate the custard with powdered sugar on her lips.

Once the final dish was gone, Jessica flopped back into the chair and sighed, Simon followed suit,

“I’ll see that as you taking your break, then?”

“Yep!” the genie giggled as she dropped the act for the moment.

Simon smiled as he sighed and both Master and **** looked at one another again,

“Seriously, though. If you have any problems with what I’ve done so far, you can say so, Jess. Your Mom, Kevin, being at your house again, school, anything I’m doing, you can say it.”

“Yeah, I know. You said that already,” the Teenage Genie sighed as she stretched her body in the chair and crossed her legs.

Finally the smile fell off as she shrugged with her arms above her head,

“I hope Mom’s okay. It’s been a few days, and I don’t know when or how I’ll see her again. I feel like it should be sooner than later, y’know? I mean…I know how hard it is for her, but we did stuff to help her. So….”

Even in her skimpy unform, the blonde found a way to reach under the shirt sleeve of her left arm to rub it,

“Learning to be a genie is a lot more than I imagined it would be. It’s not just working on sensing it, that’s baby level stuff from how she talked about training. I won’t be able to move on to the real stuff until I can do that. If I can’t even make my own body work, I’ll be inept at being a genie and a human being, so I don’t want to mess up. I’m glad you’re with me, though, Master.”

She managed a smile as she brought her legs in,

“I feel like I’m really close. Ordering me to look at the metal we found, the way you did it helped. Mom said if I work on soaking in more magical essence it’ll really jump start it.”

Jessica had to stop herself from reaching underneath her skirt and stroking her panty-clothed pussy again out of instinct. Simon watched his girlfriend shake her head and then lean forward to look at his face with a smile,

“You really have no idea how much easier this is with you next to me. I didn’t realize it at first when we were at that bastard’s house. I was really embarrassed when you dressed me up and began ordering me around as a maid, but we’ve done stuff like that before. I didn’t realize how much more potent it would be until it happened. We’ve been pushing each other to do more and it took looking at it differently, like you said, so I was really excited when you fucked me in front of him and Peralez. Kevin definitely got the point after that.”

Simon sighed and slumped his shoulders as he remembered the end result of what had taken place,

“I sure hope so.”

Jessica smiled as she turned her head,

“You might not notice it, but I really appreciate the way you’ve handled things by empowering me while turning my weakness into strengths. All this time I was terrified of losing what I thought I had that I didn’t realize what I could be with you.”

He let out a nervous laugh, “So, you’ve noticed that?”

The blonde stewardess scoffed rolled her eyes,

“Duh! I’m your childhood best friend slash girlfriend slash genie! Of course, I have. Who knows you better than me?”

Simon smiled at her absolute confidence in that statement, even if that Queen of Eastlake mentality made her cocky it was a sign Jessica Edwards wasn’t going to let herself be broken by anyone else. Of course, her boundless energy was also amplified in other ways,

“When Mom was here and we talked to her, a lot of things finally made sense. Things I’ve always wondered about why I am the way I am; my desires, my wants, my needs, and everything that makes me, me. My identity. Myself. You gave that to me with how hard you worked.”

Simon watched as Jessica curled herself up and then looked anxious when she faced him,

“Every time we move forward, I’m reminded I wouldn’t be here without you. Which makes me scared whenever I realize I still don’t know why I lost you in the first place. How could I ever lose you? Do I even want to know why?”

He began to feel worried when his genie began to quake slightly and then confessed something that had happened from the last week,

“Mom told me, a genie cannot be made to forget. Even with a wish by someone else, I wouldn’t have forgotten you, which means I made myself do it.”

The pain etched on her face matched the vulnerability in her eyes, Simon could see it even as she looked away for a moment only to have those emerald orbs lock into his eyes again,

“Why we stopped being so close, why everything happened, I’m worried if I ask you to wish me to remember why that I won’t like what I find. Because I’ll remember - I’ll know what happened if you did that. So….”

Her grip tightened,

“You would tell me if you did something, wouldn’t you?”

Simon felt his insides twist in shock at the revelation, and also by the question. _How could she ask such a thing? Why would he ever do something to hurt her? Why would he ever do anything like that to hurt her? _Jessica’s eyes widened as she knelt towards him and quickly squeezed his hand with her gloved fingers,

“It was rhetorical, Master. I know you wouldn’t lie to me. It would be just as traumatic for you, too.”

The stress and tension released from his torso,

“Sorry, Jess, I just get hooked about….”

Jessica squeezed his hand tighter before she flipped over the armrest of their seat and the stewardess straddled him,

“Which is why I’m asking you, Master. Please, don’t wish for it unless I wish to know and tell you to do so. We have enough on our plate. You asked if anything was bothering me, and I’ve told you now. It bugs me, but I don’t want to keep thinking about it. Only when I tell you I’m ready, got it?”

Kevin’s text was right. It was eating at Jessica why their friendship stopped as it had with him for all the time prior to getting her back. Simon knew that feeling, of course he wanted to know, but now that the cheerleader was out in the open about it with him that made it easier. His hands rubbed against the exposed parts of her hips and torso as the awkward young man smiled,

“Okay, Jess. I won’t unless you ask.”

The genie quickly patted him on the head, almost dismissively as her popular persona would,

“Good boy.”

Simon looked up as her breasts were once again in his face, but moved further up as his girlfriend’s face scrunched up,

“You asked me. It’s eating me up inside, Master. I want to stop thinking about it and focus on what’s important now. I want to be strong enough to free my Mom; I want to finish the school year with my friends and team; I want to keep pushing my limits; but most of all, I want to be with you, Master. There’s nothing more important to me than you.”

“You’re the most important thing to me, too, Jess. You know how important you are and how much I love you, right?”

“Yes, Master.”

Oh, Jess, her Master thought with a smile.

Why did she have to keep beating herself up like this? As his eyes moved from her face and down to her body, he looked at her uniform again, and the way the straps of her black panties peaked from the top of her skirt and hugged her body. His arousal shot up as the tactile sensory response of his fingers against the front of the sheer fabric sent electric pulses through his nerves. Simon found the spot, that sensitive button inside his girlfriend’s pussy and gave it a pinch,

“Your breaktime is over stewardess. Back to work.”

The blonde genie gasped as her body shuddered and she quickly pulled herself back as Simon stood over her. He watched as his faithful attendant placed her arms at her side as her fingers and palms pressed outward. She felt his gaze on her from the top of the hat on her head, the lights of the cabin dimming at the push of a button.

“Your job isn’t to think about those things on this plane. Your job is to service me.”

The roleplaying genie quickly readopted her submissive role and tone,

“Yes, Sir.”

Simon tried to contain the devious smirk, but couldn’t help himself with the next command,

“Go prepare the bed, Jessica.”

Her voice was breathless from the excitement and arousal that shivered out of her every pore. Her arms were already shown covered with goosebumps,

“As you wish, Master.”

Even that broke through the stewardess act.

Simon had to duck slightly in the hallway as he followed the nearly entranced blonde as she sauntered in her uniform and moved to do as she was told. Once finished she bowed her head, hands folded in front of her skirt as she waited for her Master’s next command.

The young man pulled out the familiar sight of his headset from his backpack, and caught the genie’s emerald eyes glance up as he removed the hat from her head to put the headphones over her ears,

“You’ve come highly recommended with several skillsets, Jessica. You’ll use them entertain me before your main fun, do well and I’ll reward you very well. Understood?”

Jessica’s face flushed and her eyes fogged with arousal as she merely bobbed her head in a nod as he placed the cap back on her head with the headphones successfully on her ears. Simon smiled and pointed to the middle of the floor in front of the bed. While she moved in place, the awkward teen grinned with her back turned and flipped himself over into the middle of bed as the atmosphere dimmed with the lights.

Now, what would put a horny genie girlfriend role-playing as his personal sex stewardess to perform for him? Simon wondered amused.

He had plenty of options to chose from. The genie reacted pretty well to K-Pop.

How well would she react to Italian Rock? A devious thought crossed the teen’s mind as he scrolled and found the song in the database.

How would Jess react to a song titled ‘I WANNA BE YOUR ****’?

Then he hit play and watched.

His genie girlfriend raised an eyebrow but Jessica couldn’t resist a good beat or tempo when the lyrics started.

‘Oh, you jerk! Fuck….’

She rolled her head around on her shoulders, then began to use that smooth, toned, bare core of hers to gyrate and move her hips. Simon watched as the first thing the cheerleader stewardess discarded was the hat on her head. Which she threw at him like a frisbee but missed as it landed against the bed.

Then the blonde got wilder as she flipped her hair as she headbanged with her legs spread. Unlike her first display to K-Pop, rock music made Jessica’s movements raw. The genie responded to the music differently with her dance instinctively, but in the middle of noticing his girlfriend’s moves, Simon got distracted when the stewardess’ unzipped skirt dropped to the floor with ease when Jessica jutted her hips once more. The blazer of her uniform dropped when both shoulders flexed.

Then she became predatory. The awkward Master watched as his **** strutted slowly onto the bed with her high heels raised, a lunge turned into a slow crawl until she straddled his waist. She ground her uniform panties and pussy into his complimentary sleeper pants. She bit her lip with a cheeky smile as she moaned and held her hands down over her nylon covered ankles. Simon grunted as he felt his cock grow hard and restless as the pussy it owned grinded against it – as if it was begging it to come over.

Jessica ripped the dress shirt from her body and let it drop on the floor when Simon’s hands finally reached for his genie’s breasts. The blonde playfully slapped his hands away so she could take her bra off, but her Master didn’t take too kindly.

So he grabbed the back of the genie’s sheer underwear and pulled, wedging it between her ass as she gasped and increased her fumbling to free her breasts. Once done the Master pulled her forward and smothered his face in her glorious tits – fondling, sucking, licking, and teasing her soft and sensitive flesh. Jessica responded by increasing her grinding against his pelvis and pinned his shoulders down so she would remain on top.

Foolish.

A free hand pulled the headphones from her head as the song had long since finished and moved onto the next. The music echoed out as the dampness around the outside of his pants increased. Jessica broke free of her Master’s **** on her tits, and stretched her arms above her head. Even in the dimmed lights the coating of Simon’s saliva glistened over the hard nipples and round flesh, the naughty stewardess gave a horny giggle,

‘My turnnnn….’

Her Master only responded with a devious smirk of his own,

“Stewardess Jessica, service my cock.”

In an instant the teenage genie snapped from her state and returned to a servile and overtly aroused trance,

“Yes, sir.”

The genie repositioned herself over his legs and pulled the sweatpants off to allow his cock to go free and greet her again.

She used everything at her disposal, her mouth, her hands, those wonderful breasts and went slowly, teasingly at her work. The escaped moan and giggle as she massaged his balls with her fingers letting it be known she was going to take her time. Simon shut his eyes and let his body grunt, and groan, allowing himself to lay back and relax. His smile made the genie giggle again in her horny and happy demeanor.

‘I could get used to this….’

‘Silly Simon….’

Finally he felt unable to hold back any longer, and as he groaned the genie quickly held her mouth over it to taste him. Simon opened his eyes at the sound of her moan, the young stewardess’s ass rose up as what had become her reward overwhelmed the senses again. Then the coolness of her tongue as she lapped and licked him clean again to get every drop. In a further display she dripped some of the excess from her finger above her mouth and let it drop in. Then her gloves were removed and she repositioned herself again, emerald eyes focused with a hypnotizing, lustful, adoring haze that Simon felt himself lost in. His childhood companion’s voice purred seductively, actively still a participant in their game,

“Thank you for my reward, sir.”

Her mind was already moving to what was next,

‘You’re still hard this time….’

Simon looked down at himself. It was true. His penis was still rock hard and ready to go. Their endless sexual adventures had turned the once awkward virgin that had wished for knowledge to pleasure the girl he loved into an experienced sexual partner with endurance. With Jessica in front of him the way she was, with what she had said to him and done for him in the past couple weeks it wasn’t hard to why he wanted her so badly. He swore to himself he would never take Jessica Edwards for granted, never fail her, even if it took the rest of his life he would prove worthy of her.

“Stand up.”

The genie stood on the bed as Simon leaned forward. The blonde pressed her hands against the top of the cabin as her boyfriend moved underneath her. He pulled the heels from her feet, then kissed them under their nylon thigh-highs. Jessica moaned and squirmed as her Master’s arms wrapped and felt her legs and Simon noticed the trickle of juices that made their way down each of those gorgeous and toned thighs. He kissed and licked the inside of the genie’s legs and made his girlfriend shudder and coo as he began to pull the panties down slowly with his fingers to reveal her dampened lips.

‘This is mine.’

Jessica’s mind was only far too eager to agree with him,

‘Yes, Master, only yours!’

What a naughty girl that sweet, angelic blonde angel of his childhood had turned into. With the knowledge of his thoughts and feelings, the genie’s pussy leaked again. Stripped to her stockings, the stewardess was ready.

“Crawl down and spread your legs out for me.”

The Head Cheerleader of Eastlake High once again lowered herself to her knees and crawled to where her Master had previously been lying down. She turned onto her back and split herself open wide to open her pussy to him.

“You’re cleared for takeoff, sir….”

Simon scoffed and shook his head at the adorable attempt at plane sex humor.

‘I’m the Dork, don’t even try.’

With his larger form, the Master pulled the genie enough that her arms pressed against the cabin wall to put her in the air as he entered Jessica’s pussy once more. He growled in delight at the feeling as she gasped. To make sure she wouldn’t scream across the airplane, Simon held up the stewardess’ panties and placed them inside her mouth.

Simon began to whip and thrash his hips as he held onto her legs. He watched the blonde’s emerald eyes roll back into her head, the glint of the golden choker in the dim light of their cabin around her neck. As expected, Jessica was vocal, and her muffled cries were silenced enough that she wouldn’t cause a scene outside. Her back arched, her blonde hair dropped on the bed, and she was holding on by her fingernails.

When he was close Simon growled only one command,

“Cum, my love. Cum for me.”

On cue, the genie’s body orgasmed and her final scream was a silent one as their cum mixed inside. His load successfully released inside. Jessica collapsed on the bed, and Simon spooned her as he positioned his sweaty and heaving body next to her. Genie and Master intertwined as the teenager pulled the panties out of his girlfriend’s mouth and flung them to the floor.

He smiled to her and parted the hair from her face.

“Mile High Club…check.”

After a brief cough the genie pinned her boyfriend to the bed,

“Worth it. Way fucking hotter than the shower.”

Simon felt his eyes grow heavy as a yawn escaped between each panted breath,

“Nap time?”

Jessica nodded in agreement,

“Nap time.”