The train station

An idea suddenly pops into Jasmine's head. Sure, sticking it into random people on the street is great and it was pretty hilarious stripping down one or two passersby, but it's getting a little repetitive. So, for her next trick, Jasmine was going to need a healthy supply of people that weren't going to be going and moving off to places unknown. Forcing herself back into intangibility, Jasmine floats off the ground and flies with purpose, straight towards her local train station.

"What art thou planning, Jasmine? I can barely wait to see thy devious nature in action," Feng chuckled.

Landing softly and pulling herself back into a tangible form, Jasmine surveyed her area. Her train station was a busy place, but it was the middle of the day, where trains were few and far between. Regardless, plenty of people were sitting around inside as they waited for the next train. Walking between them, Jasmine's lenth slowly hardened as she thought of what was to come. She picked out a few people of interest for her trick and gently maneuvered them into position, setting them on a row of chairs near the back of the station house.

Her first 'volunteer' was a younger woman, barely in her twenties, with short brown hair and olive green eyes. Her slender figure was emphasised by the tight-fitting skirt and blouse she was wearing, the sleeveless blouse doing nothing to hide her lack of bosom. Long legs clad in black pantyhose ended in petite feet, one of the shoes dangling by the toe as the woman idly played with it.

Sitting next to her was a man around the same age, wearing a hoodie and shorts. His neatly cropped blonde hair contrasted with his steel blue eyes, giving him a serious look that Jasmine loved. She had had a bit of trouble getting them to sit properly, so had opted for the woman to be lying against the guy's shoulder. All this dragging around was hard, but Jasmine was determined to make it work.

The next assistant for this show was an older woman than the last, maybe in her early 30s, with a considerable set of curves and a heaving bosom. Jasmine had seen her around every now and then, quietly dreaming of smothering her face in those breasts that had bounced beautifully in time with the beat of the carriage's motion. Straight red hair and light blue eyes, coupled with a soft, cute face, Jasmine was certain this woman was a model of some sort. The little booklet of glamour photos in her bag confirmed it.

Finally, Jasmine located her last test subject, a tall and wiry man in a work uniform belonging to a popular convenience store chain. He had a dark brown mess of hair, but a soft and friendly face with sparkling hazel eyes. His name-tag identified him as 'Jerry' - a name Jasmine had remembered from her high-school. She remembered that the guy had been quite nice to be around, always willing to help. A perfect chance to pay him back was coming up - and he probably wouldn't even realise.

Carefully stripping all of their clothes off, Jasmine got to work. She had decided that she would conduct an experiment - just how much will they notice each other, if it is one another who does the fucking?
Grabbing the young girl awkwardly, she pulled her into the blonde guy's lap until her back touched his chest, her legs wide open over the top of his length. With a little bit of assistance from Jasmine, the blonde guy eventually stiffened up, his length prodding incidentally at the warm slit. Despite nearly fucking one another in public, neither party seemed to have even noticed each other's presence. The girl played around on her phone as if it was the most interesting thing in the world, while the guy put away his own phone (having suddenly lost the room to use it) and put in earbuds to listen to music. Their nonchalance was utter gold to Jasmine, as she carefully moved them both into a more desirable position. With the girl poised above the blonde guy's length, all Jasmine had to do was ...

Slap~ ... Let go. With a delicious sound of flesh on flesh, his length had been buried completely inside of the young woman. Stepping back to admire her handiwork, Jasmine noted a distinct lack of anything happening. Were they really that unaware of each other? They simply sat there, cock buried deep inside, as though burying yourself in a stranger's warm slit was the most natural thing to happen at a train station.

This normalisation thing ... it's serious business!

Feng laughed. "My powers do not mess around. Perhaps thy actions could ... begin something ... ?"

The hint took a moment to sink in, before Jasmine let loose a small "Oh!" and wiggled in next to the pair. Grabbing the girl by the hips, she lifted her and dropped her again. The woman squirmed a little in his lap, the man squirming back in primal response. Jasmine beamed, lifting her up again and dropping her once more. This time, the guy have a definite thrust, his body reacting on its own. Jasmine pulled the girl up once again, only to find that she was pressing back down. The two were slowly starting to bounce on their own, their minds unaware of what their bodies were doing as the gentle slapping of skin on skin intensified, audible even in the noisy train house. Her experiment a complete success, Jasmine left the newfound lovers to their devices (of which the electronic ones seemed to take precedence of attention) and moved on to her next targets.