The subway

As you try to think of a starting location, the only image that comes to mind is the subway network that services the downtown area not far from your apartment's neighborhood...after Charles' example of seeing such scenes on a train, it's all you can really come up with. You figure it's certainly not a bad place to start and that you could still have fun with it...assuming that any of this is even legitimate. For all you know, when you walk through that door, you'll just wake up in your apartment and nothing will be different.

Deciding on the downtown subway trains as your destination of choice, you look to Charles with a nod.

"Got a place in mind, have you?" Charles asks. "Alright then. I'll be opening the door now. The light's gonna be a bit blinding at first, but just will yourself and walk on through, understand?"

You give him an affirmative nod as he clasps the metal of the silver handle and pulls backwards, slowly swinging the massive door open. It creaks as a powerful light escapes from its depths, engulfing the area and cutting your vision off entirely.

"Remember, lad," you hear Charles speak up as you close your eyes in the shower of light. "Don't overthink things. It's that simple, you hear?"

Unable to see anything around you or confirm your surroundings, you take a step forward and begin walking towards the light...

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...

"No, no, that won't do...schedule the meeting for tomorrow."

"You don't seriously think he's gonna ask you out, do you? I don't want you to get your hopes up."

"Babe, I don't feel like cooking today. Let's get take-out, yeah?"

With a blink, you open your eyes as you take a deep breath and stretch your arms. Halfway into your stretch, your hands crash into a railing—looking up, you see it's the handhold for standing passengers in a subway train.

Wait...a subway train?

Taking a good look around you, you find that you are currently seated in a train car zooming around underground beneath the downtown area. You're in the subway...walking through that door actually brought you to the subway? Your mind instantly goes into a frenzy upon trying to figure out how such a thing would even be possible, looking for the most logical answer—

"Don't overthink things. It's that simple."

—but you remember the foreign gentleman's words of advice. Perhaps it might be best to simply accept the fact that you somehow teleported.

Well, since the part with the door was legitimate, the woman next to you having her feet worshiped while talking on the phone makes a hell of a lot more sense.

...hold on. What?

With a quick double take, you glance to your left once more—at the opposite far end of your row of seats, a middle-aged businesswoman with shoulder-length brown hair holds her forehead with one hand and a phone to her ear with the other, seemingly enduring a possibly tiring conversation.

"What do you mean he can't make a meeting for next week? There's no way his schedule is that packed."

Whatever it is she's talking about, it seems like it's very important to her. So important, in fact, that she doesn't have time to pay any attention to the young blonde sitting on the train floor below her, holding her feet as she slowly licks her soles up and down.

You feel your spine shiver as you become focused on the scene. A twenty-something year old girl is going to town on a forty-something year old woman's feet and no one has anything to say about it—not even the woman being worshiped. Just watching the scene unfold is causing your otherwise dormant member beneath your jeans to slowly rise to action; needless to say, this is incredibly hot to you. Amidst these feelings of pleasured joy, however, you're stuck in a continued state of disbelief. Just how in the hell did Charles and his "doctor" friend manage this?

"Don't overthink things."

Once again, his words ring in your head as a friendly reminder. That was the key to all of this, wasn't it? To put your logical, scientific explanations behind you and to simply enjoy the reality you constructed—that was the goal.

Well, if that was the entire point, then time's wasting, isn't it?

You distinctly remember the second half of your world construction—normalized oral sex—and you figure you might as well see how that plays out.

Unbuttoning your jeans, you pull them down along with your boxers to your ankles in one fell swoop, now sitting in a train with your semi-hard junk out in the open. As you expect, no one has anything to say about it, everyone likely assuming that you're just about to go fuck some girl's mouth or feet.

Targets locked onto the businesswoman at the end of your row, you begin to scooch bit by bit towards her. As she listens to whoever is on the other line, she takes notice of your gradual approach, looking at you briefly for a moment. Deducing your incoming course of action, she quickly interrupts the person she's talking to.

"Listen, this guy on the train is about to fuck my mouth," she says very matter-of-factly, as if she were stating the time of day. "I'm just going to text him and see when he's free. This meeting absolutely cannot happen today, understand?"

She hangs up the call as you finish moving towards her, now sitting directly next to her. As if it was something completely natural to her, she bends towards you and envelops your shaft in her mouth without a single word from either of you. While she plays with it in her mouth a little bit to slowly bring you to full hardness, she holds her phone out slightly, focusing her attention on it as she begins to type on its small keyboard. The sight of her sucking you off and having her feet worshiped all in public while using her phone and treating the whole affair like an everyday chore acts as a powerful catalyst towards your arousal, made even stronger by the warm insides of her mouth coating your cock in her saliva. It doesn't take long for you to reach your full length, at which point she evolves her game plan into a proper blowjob, steadily sucking on your dick with bobbing motions of her head while texting away on her phone.

The blonde on the floor seems to be taking things to the next level herself—temporarily putting down the businesswoman's slender feet into her lap, she lifts her pink shirt and rests it just above her D-sized tits, revealing bountiful cleavage held up by a matching pink laced bra. Reaching behind her back, she unhooks the bra and it falls to the floor as her healthy-looking jugs jiggle slightly, assuming their natural state. With her breasts out in the open, she picks up the woman's feet again and brings them to her chest, using them to knead her tits. She places her nipples between the woman's toes and twists them a little, causing herself to elicit soft moans of pleasure.

As hot as that is in and of itself, the fact that this is completely normal for everyone and how the woman still has her full attention on her phone while slurping on your cock and massaging another woman's breasts with her feet is making it all the better for you. You feel terrible for ever doubting Charles and the doctor in the first place—this is a godsend.

For a few minutes, you continue to enjoy the sights of the now topless blonde enjoying the feet of a lady she doesn't even know while the businesswoman goes on with the blowjob, doing her best as your oral fuckhole while she continues with her efforts to arrange her meeting. Looking to the right, you see another scene unfolding in the middle of the train car between two standing girls. Both of them wear the school uniforms of a well known all-girls university centered in downtown with black and red sweater vests and knee-length black skirts. They're either on the way to class or just got finished for the day and are heading home. One of them has short auburn hair barely reaching her neck with a few bangs covering her forehead while the other is a natural redhead with her hair running down to almost her waist. The redhead is wearing a thin set of glasses as she peacefully reads from a book in her hands.

The auburn haired girl, doing nothing in particular as opposed to her reading classmate, gazes around the train in boredom. Her empty staring into space eventually reaches her peer next to her as she glances at her skirt for a few moments before speaking up.

"Alexandria," she says somewhat abruptly, causing the redhead to look up from her book. "You don't mind if I eat you out here, right?"

The redhead laughs softly with a roll of her eyes. "Why are you asking me that, Rebecca?" she asks in confusion. "You do it all the time in class without even talking to me."

"Well, you're reading," the auburn haired Rebecca explains. "I just didn't know if you wanted to be bothered or not."

"If having someone licking my snatch bothered me, I'd never get any work done in school," Alexandria rationalizes, to which Rebecca slowly nods. "Besides, you know I can read just fine while you do your thing. Don't be so shy, alright?"

"Sorry," Rebecca sheepishly apologizes. "Could you turn around...?"

Silently, Alexandria does so, turning around 180 degrees as Rebecca got on her knees, bringing her to eye-level with the redhead's behind as she grabs the hem of Alexandria's skirt. Pulling it down, you witness from afar the majestic reveal of Alexandria's beautiful, shapely bottom. Under the cover of such a long skirt, you would have never guessed that such a thing would be lying in wait. As if just looking at such a nice ass got her wet, Rebecca blushes slightly as she slowly takes hold of Alexandria's butt, squeezing her thick asscheeks and playing with it for a bit. Alexandria continues to read with a relaxed smile on her face, clearly not thinking much of having her friend play with her body like this in public.

It's not long before Rebecca gets to the point, pulling apart Alexandria's cheeks in order to reveal the goods: a juicy slit with a neatly trimmed line of short red hair and a tight-looking asshole. Bringing her nose to the space between both, Rebecca takes a deep whiff, enjoying the scent of her friend's pussy and asshole. She moans slightly as she does so, the experience of taking in her schoolmate's body odor being a powerful one for her. Hearing the moan, Alexandria giggles lightly in reaction, possibly finding it cute.

Rebecca moves forward with her desires as she begins to gently lick her friend's cunt bit by bit, almost like a kitten lapping at milk. At this point, a girl would normally be stimulated by such actions. However, given that this has been an everyday occurrence for Alexandria for potentially years now, it makes perfect sense that she doesn't have a single reaction to the foreplay, flipping page after page in her book as she continues to read. It would be more surprising if she weren't desensitized by now; as she said, a girl couldn't go around reeling in the enjoyment of being eaten out all day when there were classes to attend and tests to ace. In this reality, such things have just been everyday occurrences for as long as anyone can remember.

Viewing this schoolgirl scene from afar while the businesswoman continues to go down on you while having her feet played with is about as good as good can get. This is something you only could have dreamed of before—and have dreamed of more times than you could count. To think that this is now reality...you're still in a bit of a shock, but you've at least accepted it at this point, and you're enjoying every minute of it.

As you can feel your climax slowly coming closer and closer, you think about how you might want to handle that. Cum in her mouth or face? Maybe use the blonde girl's feet to finish yourself off? Or join Alexandria and Rebecca for some action there?

Furthermore, what could you do after that? Stay on the train a bit longer and continue observing the natural flow of everyday events in this world? Or get off on the next stop and take a look at how downtown has changed with these new social norms?