More Sexy Movements

"Well..." Jim pondered, pretending David's question had made him think of something.

"What?" David asked, concerned. He knew he only had eight jumping jacks remaining, but if there was an issue that needed addressing, he wanted to know right away "The last time I wasn't kept up to date, my life's work was sabotaged by a horny intern!" He stewed internally while Jim contemplatively rubbed his chin as he looked David over.

"Well, if I'm being honest, you look like a man in a sexy babe costume." Jim explained. "No matter now realistic the skinsuit is, it doesn't change how you carry yourself. I can tell you are used to having a dick when you walk and not used to the weight on your chest.

"That's a sound observation." David admitted "Jumping jacks complete." His sensual voice automatically perked up when vocalizing Alexa's notifications, increasing his ditzy, service voice tenfold compared to his casual speech. "I guess that intern's code could be used for that kind of thing..."

"Right!" Jim steered the conversation. "We obviously don't need to do that yet, but in that case, David, try to move yourself and act with the grace and ease of the confident, sexual woman that you look like. Think you can do that? You have the voice down pretty good." Jim got his answer as he watched the slouching blonde perk up higher than her tits. David's limply hanging arms found a more comfortable position by placing his petite hands on his wide hips, and his thick thighs no longer tried to accommodate a bulge, instead pressing together as his knees came closer together. David's casually annoyed eyeroll now came with a cute head tilt.

"I'll move like a girl, but how sexy it is depends on how perverted you are, Mister." Unlike his typical, male self, David flashed a sly, open mouthed wink, implying the perversion would be intentional, even if the person wouldn't realize. "So, should I, like, walk around or something?" Alexa's act encompassed all manner of physical presentation, including changing his word choice. Calling Jim 'Mister' and using verbal fillers was nothing like the studious, older man piloting the petite woman. Without waiting for an answer, David took a few struts back and forth across the lab space. His sexy hips rocked and his round cheeks bounced with each tiny step he planted, and when Jim couldn't watched them, he got an eyeful of the boobs wiggling in their tight top. David finished his catwalk performance with a lilting hair flip and a hip popping pose of expectation. "How's that for sexy?"

"We're making great progress." Jim stalled as he had to disguise the stain in his pants. "But walking is one thing. David, turn on Pop music playlist and dance for me. For science." He quickly corrected, and he dove some tissues under his waistband.

"Ok! Putting on some fun, dance music." David happily connected to the bluetooth speaker of the lab and activated the playlist he easily calculated Jim had meant. He didn't question how he knew the vaguely named playlist or how he wirelessly activated the music, because as soon as he heard the techno beats, he moved his curvy body to the sound like a flirty, horny sorority girl. He gyrated aggressively as the music throbbed through the labs. "This body totally can move." David called over the music with a joyful smile. Knowing he was in control, he loved how thrilling his curvy body felt, even if it was the outcome of some pervy code. He didn't mind how tingly his larger areolas felt every time the full weight of his milky tits pressed them into his bikini top or the tickling it generated in his core. He made a mental note to do a test of this suit in private as well. As another bass heavy song began to play, David used his lithe moves to approach his gawking coworker. Jim had asked to dance for him, so he should get closer. He popped his hips and lifted his petite feet to show off his toned legs. David giggled appreciatively when Jim stared through his stringy swimsuit. "I guess my acting is pretty good, huh, Jimmy?" He asked as he pulled the swivel chair and its occupant to the center of the room.

"Y-y-yeah." He stuttered as his sensitive, deflating cock was inspired for a second round. "Where'd you learn these moves?" Jim was trying to keep up appearances that this was still professional, not selfish indulgence. Their test was being recorded, and David would go mental if he found out his life long colleague took advantage of him.

"Whatdya mean?" David was a little confused by the question. As far as he knew, he was just bobbing and twisting in pretty generic movement. "Yeah, I'm trying to shake my tits and ass more, cuz, like, that's what a sexy girl like me would do, right?" To emphasize his point, his slender fingers sunk their painted nails into his supple titflesh, sighing as his fat nipples pressed into his palms, and he juggled them an inch from Jim's nose. The sitting scientist dared take a full sniff, and noted the suit generated a rather erotic musk, whether on purpose or a reaction between the synthetic skin and David's perspiration. As he hypothesized, his concentration was broken by soft, warm hands spreading his legs apart.

"David?" Jim blushed at the casualness of the intimate act.

"Shhhhh." David placed a dainty finger to Jim's lips. "Are you really gonna complain about this? I'll stop when you think we've tested it thoroughly." David kept his heels planted as he twisted his hourglass figure while lowering to a wide squat. His hands continued to dance closer to Jim's lap, until David brought his pouty lips a hair's breadth from Jim's zipper and rose ass first until he lifted his head away. He trotted slowly in a circle, preparing to dance to a third song. This one was a little slower, and David rotated his hips, thrusting his ass into Jim's face before lowing the motion onto his lap. David felt Jim's straining cock press against the suit's vagina, but ignored how pleasant it felt, trying to focus on dancing for Jim.

"Jesus Christ, David, stop." Jim cried before he lost control and fucked his friend.

"Ok, I'll stop dancing." David said casually, pressing his bubble butt into Jim as he rose to his feet again. The music stopped and David took a few steps away from Jim as he marveled how the suit made him feel. "I'm still not out of breath, Jim. This is totally awesome!" David clapped with joy, giving little bunny hops that made his tits dance. He finally noticed Jim's sweating forehead and labored breathing. "Oh, Shit. Are you ok?" He flounced over Jim to inspect his forehead temp with a small hand, putting his swinging cleavage in Jim's vision.