His Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Vanessa couldn't believe Alexa wasn't curbing this better, hell Vanessa couldn't believe things had already gone so far. It's excited her, she couldn't explain it but she had an irresistible urge to prod the rather awkward acting guy further. It was all for laughs later, or so she told herself.

“Come on… Do it.” Vanessa taunted, smiling broadly and winking at Alexa as she glared at Vanessa in protest.

Then it happened, Vanessa dropped her jaw in shock, impressed by the long hard shaft as it popped free of the coverall’s restraint. Matthew sighed in relief, leaning back content to feel his cock hang free. Relishing his 16” member as it bobbed in the open air, like a fishing rod waiting for a bite. He stopped with his inhibited thoughts of covering up, basking in his shameless exposure, now ignorant of the two women gawking at it.

“Oh my god. Look what you caused.” Alexa gasped, half averting her gaze and staring at Vanessa in surprise. All while trying to suppress the desire to look more thoroughly upon what she thought she half gazed.

“That's… Just…” Vanessa began to utter in a daze, her mind struggling for a word to fit. She inhaled deeply, the smell of the electrician's cock suddenly unfurling free of the cloth that had been containing it, she was craving a stronger smell of the sex-soaked cock. Her mind was stuck questioning, just how many, or how much it had hammered the pussies she smelled the sex from off of that cock.

She even thought about her own juices soaking it.

“Can you...” Alexa started to ask, turning to fulfil her irresistible desire to look at the cock fully. Even though she was telling herself she was just ‘looking his way so as not to be rude'. She debated commenting about the smell of it but found herself wondering how she could be wondering about something so lewd right now.

“That… that... Can't be real.” Vanessa then stammered, stepping forward towards Matthew as he continued to be oblivious to them, lost in the simple joy of his cock hanging free from societal constraint.

“What are you doing?” Alexa interjected, torn between being appalled her friend would near this perve, and jealousy that she hadn't found the gall to do it.

“I gotta touch it. If for no other reason than to say I have.” Vanessa replied blatantly, her eyes watching as Matthew's hand moved to his shaft, conceding to its demands to now also be touched. It made Vanessa bite her lip. Maybe a taste, she thought.

“You can't,” Alexa stated with hollow resolution, unable to explain why her mind seemed oddly jealous of her friend’s latest exploit in waiting.

The elevator lurched to a stop.

“SHIT!” Matthew exclaimed, as the ding of the elevator and doors opening reminded him of where he was heading. As he bolted out of the elevator Alexa turned to watch his movement, his rigid shaft bobbing up and down luringly, almost as if it was trying to gesture her along. All as Vanessa slipped out behind her.

“COME ON!” Vanessa shouted holding the elevator door open with one arm as she used it to gesture for Alexa to join her in pursuit of the half-naked electrician.