Matthew Tires of Waiting

Matthew had spent the last 30 minutes adjusting his raging 16" hard on, barely resisting the urge to expose himself and stroke it in the building lobby waiting for the cop he had been sent to guide up.

His hands remained deep in his pockets, pulling and pressing his cock upwards, trying to collapse the obvious tent it was advertising in his coveralls to any passersby. Little did he know he was spreading pheromones and increasingly attracting the attention of people passing by.

Two of the security guards seemed to have their eyes locked on him, unable to understand what was drawing their attention. Worried he was drawing attention and could ruin the wonderful gangbang upstairs he decided he was done waiting.

Rushing into an elevator he leaned against a wall sighing with relief as he let his cock tent pole his coveralls relieved as the elevator doors closed, leaving him alone in the cab. As the elevator lifted from the ground floor Matthew quickly unzipped his coveralls, gazing at his aching hard on.

He marveled at how hard that woman had gotten him, even more he marveled at how rigid it had remained and how his mind was inundated with thoughts and ideas of not just what he would do when he got back to her black ass, but how much he would like to just parade his rigid meatstick around.

His head was already accumulating a list of women he knew who he'd love to show this to, to share it with, to violate. He didn't think too much of who or why, the names just sort of lined up, each with a scenario, and image, or stray thought.

One thought had him asking his sister if his cock was too fat.

As the elevator lurched, and slowed to a halt his lurid thoughts screeched to a halt. In a panic Matthew stopped stroking his shaft and rushed to close up his coveralls. As he heard the feminine voices approaching the door he blushed as he realized he could smell his cock in the air, he facepalmed in embarrassment as the women's conversation went silent and the doors closed.

"Uhm... Can you press 2, or at least move." Looking up Matthew beheld the beautiful brunette who seemed to be addressing him uncomfortably.

Alexa tried to avert her eyes relieved that the guy in the coveralls pressed her floor button and that she didn't need to get close to him. He reeked of sex, and he either had something in his pants, or was sporting an unbelievably long hard on. Standing against the wall opposite him Alexa tried to remember what she and Vanessa were discussing when they got in the elevator.

Alexa sported a tanned complexion, her brown hair sported a sheen of dirty blonde tied up atop her slender face. She stood about 5', she sported a neat sleeveless shirt atop black dress pants. Her small b cups barely arising above her midriff.

Vanessa meanwhile had a pale complexion, her black hair hung over her left shoulder, her C cup breasts were presented nicely through her beige sweater. She wore a long black skirt.

Vanessa smiled amused by the situation. She nudged Alexa leaning in to whisper, "Is that a circus tent or is he happy to see us."

Alexa leaned back, "Just ignore it."

"I dare you to ask him if he's happy to see us."

"Shut up. Just stop."

"You know you want to ask for me. I won't stop until you do." Vanessa finished to Alexa's sigh. Alexa looked at the floor indicator, the elevator seemed to be moving down at a crawl.

"Excuse me." Alexa inquired with ****.

Matthew had heard their whispering, he knew it was about him, he was feeling excessively embarrassed, but was avoiding suppressing the hard on worried about drawing attention to it. "Yes?" He responded feeling his cock aching with growing desire to be touched, or displayed. He suppressed arousing thoughts of whipping it out and jerking off at the two girls.

"I'm sorry to do this, but she insists on knowing. Is that a tent pole," Alexa shook her head and sighed deeply. She couldn't believe she was doing this. "Or are you happy to see us?"

"Uhm... It's kind of both." Matthew responded feeling timid as his mind raced with increasingly lewd and perverse ideas.

"Prove it." Vanessa brashly blurted out. "We're only half way to our floor, you have time."

"Oh God. No. We are..." Alexa began looking at Matthew, she paused midsentence seeing Matthew's face seem to contort in anxiety.

Matthew was torn, she was asking for him to share it. But he couldn't... Could he?