Experiment. 3

The next morning isha was wearing a white dress and was sitting in front of the same lady.

Her- My name is Mohini and I'm the own of thos company, we make VR headset and sex toys for women. Those who are scared but want to life there dirty fantasy can do it through us.

Ish- Can I go home.

Her- To who, you are a orphan, and work in a small coffee shop which you quit because you are moving. You also left your house.

Ish- How do you know all of this.

Her- Because I'm just like you. Tell Isha what is your dirty fantasy.

Ish- I don't know.

Her- Don't lie.

She said as she got up and walked in front of Isha.

Her- I have seen a dildo inside your pussy and ass. I think I should know.

Ish- I always wanted to be fucked in a train.

Her- Good girl.

Saying that she kissed her lips.

Her- You are free to go have some lunch soon I will call you.

She got up and went outside there she saw a lot of Women, many were getting fucked out in the open for others to see.

She finally found the cafe and eat food, there she also made a few friends after that she found herself in the same chair.

When they placed the headset on her head she found herself on a train, she was standing there while 4 men were standing there.

There were other people also on the train. Isha felt her heart beating really fast, a rapid rhythm that resonated in her ears like a drum.

Each thump seemed to echo in her mind, drowning out the sounds of the bustling train around her.

She found herself tightly closing her legs, instinctively trying to hide the wetness in her panties, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through her.

The atmosphere was electric, charged with an energy that made her pulse quicken even more.

She glanced down at her outfit, a very sexy dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. The fabric was soft and silky, clinging to her body as she shifted slightly in her seat.

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It was a bold choice, one that she had carefully selected for this outing, and now she was acutely aware of how it drew attention.

The vibrant color of the dress complemented her skin tone perfectly, making her feel both confident and exposed.

As the train rattled along the tracks, she could feel the weight of everyone's gaze upon her, like invisible hands tracing her silhouette.

It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once. Some passengers were pretending to read their newspapers or scroll through their phones, but she could sense their curiosity.

A few men exchanged glances, their eyes lingering longer than necessary, while women shot her quick, assessing looks, a mixture of admiration and envy.

Isha felt a swirl of emotions, thrill, vulnerability, and a hint of rebellion. She had always been the type to shy away from the spotlight, preferring to blend in rather than stand out.

With every bump of the train, her body responded, and she fought the urge to fidget.

Instead, she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, reminding herself that she was in control.

She was not just a passenger, she was a woman, a force of nature, and she was ready to own her moment.

She was lost in her thoughts, wandering through the maze of her own mind, when suddenly, a hand wrapped around her waist and then slid down to rest on her backside.

The unexpected touch jolted her back to reality, pulling her out of her reverie. The warmth of the hand was both startling and electrifying, sending a shiver down her spine that she couldn't quite comprehend.

As the hand pulled her closer, she felt herself getting wet. The sensation was both foreign and oddly comforting.

She could feel the heat radiating from the person behind her, and just as she was beginning to process what was happening, soft lips brushed against her neck in a tender kiss. It was gentle yet possessive, igniting a whirlwind of emotions within her.

In that moment, she stood there shocked, unable to fully grasp the situation unfolding before her.

Her heart raced, and her mind was a flurry of confusion and curiosity. Who was this person? Why were they so close?

She felt a rush of questions but none of them seemed to find their way to her lips. Instead, she could only muster a shy smile, which, to her surprise, felt completely natural amidst the chaos of her thoughts.

Time seemed to slow as she leaned into the embrace, allowing herself to savor the moment.

The world around her faded away, and all that existed was this unexpected connection.

She felt a strange sense of safety in the person's hold, as if they had wrapped her in a cocoon of warmth and attraction.

The kiss to her neck sent ripples of excitement coursing through her, awakening feelings she had long buried.

With every second that passed, she began to let go of her inhibitions, embracing the spontaneity of the encounter.

Perhaps this was what she needed to get fucked in front of everyone.