The Wish
It was old, dusty and had traces of what could be dried blood on it. But, the bottle seemed intact. Jake blew dust away from the surface, peering at the label. A tiny spider trailed down over his hand and onto the floor to be lost in the clutter, dust and dirt. Whatever the label said was lost on Jake, he couldn't read the language, wasn't even sure what language it might be. Under the grime the bottle shined, something inside might have glittered. Peering through the dirt, he gave it a shake but couldn't tell what might be in it. He packed it up in the cardboard box of things to take downstairs and out of the abandoned house.
The box was nearly full, generations of treasures passed down to the current heir, himself. It was too bad the house was in such sad shape structurally. The whole thing would have to come down. So, Jake had rented a truck, gathered packing boxes and arranged to spend a weekend clearing out whatever was salvageable. There was less than he thought.
More than a few rodents and other wildlife had made the house their refuge. None of them were kind about being disturbed. The attic floor was in danger of caving in so he was glad to be finished with his explorations. Jake stacked the box at the top of the stairs down to the main floor. The attic space was musty, full of mildew and giving him full blown allergies. Dust and cobwebs covered his clothes and hair. A hole in the ceiling was the only ventilation, without it the attic would have been a mildew sauna.
Jake picked up both boxes, being careful as most of the contents were breakable. He gingerly walked down the steps, remembering which ones had been broken or rotting. Mice scattered out of his way as he came to the landing. They'd be cute if they weren't just one more sign of decay.
Loading the boxes into the truck, Jake was glad to step back outside, shake off some of the grime and reverse the truck out of there. Back at the motel he was soon soaking in a hot tub, his hair freshly washed. A second allergy pill had helped him breathe easier. But his clothes were still full of the smells from the house. The best thing he decided, would be to toss all of them into the tub when he was done. He could even pull the boxes out of the truck and let some of those soak too. That bottle, would be first. There was something about it... something kind of mysterious, beautiful and maybe even dangerous.
By the time his pizza was delivered Jake had his clothes out drying over a chair and the tub was full of his treasures. The water in the tub was charcoal grey. Pretty gross. He didn't want to put his hand in there to drain the tub so he worked on designing a metal coat hanger to do the job for him. The water left a filmy black ring around the tub. It looked like an oil slick. Nothing came out of the tub clean. But it was better.
Running fresh water to rinse everything, he picked up the mysterious bottle and held it under the faucet. Clean, warm water revealed more of the bottle's design and colour. It was green and blue, sort of swirled together. There were tiny veins of red and gold in the green. Strangely, it looked like glass but didn't feel like glass. It was heavy and not entirely smooth. The base was flared, the middle curved like a woman's figure and the top curved in to be held shut by a small matching lid. Jake dragged a clean towel from the rack and began cleaning streaks of dirt from the bottle. Soon he could see how the gold did glitter and the red seemed to glow. Suddenly he put it down on the floor, it seemed to be heating up in his hands.
Leaving the bottle he went back to his pizza, TV with a remote control, and soon fell asleep. For a long time the only sounds came from the TV. But, gradually, the abandoned bottle began to glow, tiny sparks of heat appeared around the lid and slowly, daintily it lifted into the air. It glided through the bathroom door and landed, gently, on the floor by Jake's sleeping body. Steam slithered out from under the lid. The bottle glowed blue, then green, then gold and finally when it was glowing bright red the lid popped off to land in the hand of the woman who had just escaped from the bottle. She caught the lid in her hand and smiled.
Jake remained sleeping. She looked down at him, enjoying his vulnerability. He wore a towel around his waist, nothing more. Her eyes lit up with mischief. Taking a handful of her long chestnut hair she trailed tendrils over Jake's belly. She laughed softly when he rolled over in his sleep. She unwrapped his towel to admire his strong, nicely muscled body. She took her time, deciding where to start.
Settling down on the bed, she raked her fingernails over his back and lower, trailing over his cheeks and thighs. When that didn't get enough reaction from him she pulled her skimpy vest over her head and tossed it onto the floor. Standing up to untie her silken pants letting them slide down her legs. If he had been awake Jake would have admired her perfect figure, lush breasts, tiny waist and round hips. Her skin was smooth and lightly tanned. Her eyes blue, then green when she laughed softly and settled herself astride Jake's bare back.
Jake stirred and almost woke up when he felt her weight on him. But, he had been really worn out and even that didn't fully penetrate his deep sleep. The woman wasn't concerned. She leaned over his back, pressing her breasts into him while she played with his still damp hair. Jake's hair was soft and silky, just long enough to be fun to finger comb. There were only a couple of knots to be tugged out so she invented a few more. Jake only grunted and slept on.
When his hair was dry she played lower, stroking his back, exploring his muscles with her kneading fingers, leaning down to lick and taste his skin. In his sleep Jake moaned, enjoying an erotic dream.
The woman felt her wet pussy and slid her wetness along Jake's back, leaving her mark on him. Scooting up and down his back, the friction pleasured her but she wanted more. She laughed softly, it wasn't enough to be the only one awake.
Jake began to wake up as she urged him to turn over. The woman was eager to enjoy his hard cock, she wrapped her hand around it, pumping Jake's cock to become even harder. Jake's eyes opened to find a woman with breasts he ached to suck, sexy hair he wanted to wrap around himself and a naked bottom pressed into his thighs while she teased his throbbing cock. At this Jake became fully awake.
"Who are you!" He gasped.
Her only answer was to tweak his nipples.
"How did you get in here? Stop that!" He grunted when she leaned down and bit his nipple.
"What..." Jake could only moan as she pushed herself up, over his throbbing cock then slid down, guiding his cock inside her. No woman could ever feel this good and he hadn't even been awake to enjoy the build up. She was like a succubus, she seemed to know just what he liked, just how hard or soft to touch and exactly where to touch. But, each time he would have come she stilled the game, slowed it down until he was back building up pressure, being driven mad by her torment of his body. Each gasp and moan made her laugh. Each grunt of pleasure and pain made her grin. Maybe she wanted to kill him.
It seemed days later when she finally tired of stroking his belly, teasing, pinching his thighs, biting his jaw, kissing his lips and rubbing his nipples. She simply said "Now," Jake's balls tightened into raisins and he exploded deep inside her pussy. Her muscles clenched around his cock, drawing him in even deeper, draining everything from him.
Her own orgasm lasted much longer, there were still ripples as Jake was catching his breath and able to think again. He pulled her down to lie with him. Her skin was smooth and soft. Somehow he hadn't been able to touch her at all. Maybe they could do it again, his way, before he had to start asking questions. He was planning his way and everything he would do to her as he fell asleep again.
The woman relaxed on his body. She liked the feel of a hard male body under her. But she wasn't sleepy. Years in a cramped bottle had given her plenty of time to relax. Now she was ready to see what else was out there. There were more men to conquer, clothes to be bought and fun to be had. But, now, a really good coffee and something fresh and tasty for breakfast sounded even better. Later, she would come back for this man again. His body was good and, of course, there was still the matter of his wish. What would this one wish for she wondered?
Using a little magic she designed herself something to wear, but then, changed her mind and raided his clothes instead. When she left the room she took currency from his wallet and the room key from the side table. One last bit of magic to hide her bottle and she was gone. Her mischievous laugh raked over Jake's sleeping mind like fingernails on his back.