At my eighteenth birthday party my Aunt Genie walked up to me and handed me a card.
For the record my Aunt Genie is the coolest aunt there is and smoking fucking hot. All my friends drool over her.
"What's this?" I asked.
"Your birthday present."
"I don't understand?"
"It says it right on there, Joey, you get three wishes."
She got right up into my ear and whispered.
"Don't blow them."
She pressed her enormous breasts into my chest and hugged me, also giving me a quick hard kiss on the lips. She rubbed her lipstick off my lip with her thumb before smiling and sauntering away. My eyes were glued to her gorgeous sashaying ass in a tight skirt. She looked over her shoulder and smiled.
I laid awake in bed wondering if there was any way I was misinterpreting the situation. I mean my aunt has always been friendly but nothing like this. Is she really going to give me three wishes or dare I say 'fantasies'?
I really wasn't sure what to do, I mean if I ask her if she means what I think she means then I look like a dweeb and if I go for it and am wrong then I don't even know what that makes me look like.
I thought long and hard and ironically was very hard just thinking about it. I decided to go for it, I mean my aunt is cool, she won't make a big deal about it and I thought if I'm wrong then maybe I could just pretend I was joking. It could work.
I took a deep breath and sent her a text.
'I would like an escort for Saturday evening please.'
She didn't make me wait long.
'Of course, sir, do you have any preference of type of escort?'
I can't believe what is happening. Be cool I told myself.
'Yes, She must be between 35 and 40, with long luscious dark hair with ample curves.'
'Oh, sir, I have the perfect woman for you. What should I tell her to wear?'
Honestly, I almost exploded in my pants right there and then.
'A summer dress, short and billowy would do nicely.'
'Of course, sir, I have just the outfit in mind. Any other instructions?'
'Her name for the evening will be "Monique", she is french and very horny.'
'Oh I see, very well, as you desire, sir.'
As agreed I picked her up at her house. She answered the door in a short black dress with obviously no bra on as her nipples were bulging outward.
"Monsieur, I am Monique, I hope you are pleased with your escort for this evening?"
She said in a fake light french accent, which she used for the entire evening, as she spun around letting her dress flow giving me glimpses of what was underneath.
I eyed her up and down trying to look skeptical and somewhat cool.
"I think so but lift your dress and turn slowly so I can make sure your panties are acceptable."
She smiled, "Of course, sir, as you please."