A Pair Of Glasses

Barbara opened the case and revealed a high-end pair of glasses sitting on a patch of red velvet. "They're the latest in 3D simulators," she said, sliding them on my face and leaning in to whisper in my ear, "and I think you'll agree they can have some very... stimulating... uses." She pressed a hidden power button and snaked her tongue into my ear, then replaced it with an earbud.

Suddenly I was sitting in a lounge chair on an a pure white beach, and I could hear gulls. The water was completely still. Barbara stood a ways away, wearing a revealing black two-piece bathing suit. I openly ogled her appreciatively. The thong stretched out for what seemed like miles up the curve of her bubble butt.

"Pretty realistic, don't you think?" she called out, walking towards me with swaying hips. I nodded.

"Although it's a bit weird how I can still feel the fabric of the couch I'm sitting on," I said.

Outside of the island, in the hotel room, Barbara surreptitiously was setting up a video camera as I sat there motionless in the glasses. Finally she clicked the camera on and walked back toward me. She leaned in and stretched out her arm towards my pants, as if on cue.

On the island, Barbara was inches away from me. She leaned in, supporting herself against the arms of the lounge chair, and I realized I could see straight down her top. "They're working on that," she breathed, and hooked her fingers into what appeared to be a red pair of swimsuit trunks I was wearing. I could feel her digital fingers against my bare skin, shockingly realistic. "The earbuds can manipulate the magnetic fields in your brain, but not quite for... everything... yet," she said. She slipped her virtual hand down further, pressing with almost uncomfortable **** against the hardon I was swiftly developing, and wrapped her fingers around my dick. She rubbed my cock up and down slowly, then removed her hand and stepped back, undoing her top and cupping an arm under her tits seductively.

"Do you know what the best thing about VR is?" she said, with an evil grin. She slid her bikini bottoms off with her free hand while squeezing her own tit grotesquely, then stepped back towards me and lowered her bare pussy just above my uncovered wooden dick. I noticed for the first time a small, wispy triangle of hair above her snatch, matted down with juice.

"You don't need protection," she said, and plunged her sopping hole down on my shaft. She grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down aggressively, and we toppled out of the chair. I landed on top of her on the sand (which, bizarrely, felt exactly like the hotel room's rug), my dick still lodged solidly into her suctionlike pussy.