"..that you have to do whatever I tell you to. And for starters, 'if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all'."
Aunt Cathy frowned and cocked her head to the side. She stuck her hands on her hips and began tapping one bare foot on the hot pavement. She really did have a nice body; big tits, a narrow waist, and a neatly trimmed pussy. I'd seen her often enough in her bikini when the family got together at the cabin, but now I was getting a real good close up look at the goodies underneath! The only thing spoiling it was her sassy attitude.
"Stand up straight and stick your ti--chest out!" I told her. I'd almost slipped and said 'tits', but even though she wasn't drawing attention for being naked I was pretty sure people would pay attention to a kid saying something like that out in public, especially if she did it!
To her surprise Cathy was doing exactly what I'd told her to, standing heels together, back straight, arms at her sides, chest stuck out so that her tits were practically in my face. And was she furious! Her face was beet red and I could tell she was aching to light into me, but since she couldn't say anything nice she had to be silent and stand still while I enjoyed the view.
I smiled up into her angry face adn spoke my third wish; "I wish that nobody, except for you and I, would notice anything odd about our actions."
I held my hand out palm up in front of me at waist height. "I want you to step forward and rub your crotch against my hand." I told her. Her eyes widened as she found herself stepping close against me and beginning to rhythmically stroke her pussy against my hand. My face was pressed between her big soft tits. She put her hands on my shoulders to steady herself as she gyrated against me and I looked her in the eye as I brought my free hand up to fondle the warm heavy tit pressed against my cheek.
I hadn't told her to let me do it, but I also hadn't told her not to. She was still furious, but there were beads of sweat standing out on her forehead and I could tell she was starting to panic. By chance, the magic ring was on the hand I was using to feel her up, and she began staring fixedly at it. I guess it wasn't to hard for her to figure out it must have something to do with all this, I mean, it's not like I was in the habit of wearing rings or anything.
I dawned on me that she'd heard me make two wishes; first for her to do what I said and second for no one to find our actions odd. Chances were she'd think I only had three wishes, so I'd better make the next one something to really mess with her a bit, at least until I decided to wish for something else where she could hear me.
In the mean time I told her to start beating me off. I guess she must have expected something more intimate because she looked briefly shocked, then momentarily thoughtful as she reached down and undid my pants.
Around us people shopped and gossiped and went about their lives, seeing nothing odd about a naked woman and a boy with his pants off giving each other hand jobs in the middle of the sidewalk