The truck’s horn startles poor Eliot.

Smack in the middle of Eliot’s approximation of an apology, the nude dude was interrupted by the loudest *HONK!!* he could believe.

The hunky scientist was not necessarily a guy with strong nerves, so when that horn blared, his hands shot up to provide his ears with cover… leaving his privates completely unprotected from the two students’ lustful gaze. Zoe went ahead and wolf-whistled as his weenie dangled free for her viewing pleasure, seeing as how seeing a hot guy’s penis was a rather special occasion for the thicc engineer. And it was a beautiful cock too, the clean-shaven kind she might fantasize about— right there on a muscular, blushing boy. The chubby girl rubbed her thighs together as a heat lit up between them, and thanked all the stars in heaven that her brunette friend invited her to Wannaseesomedick.

Rosalind leaned further out the truck window to join her horny plus-one in ogling Dr.Browning. _Christ, _that guy looked good naked; it was for the opportunities to see his privates and cute ass that she even bothered hanging around him, and now was no exception, as the lakeside breeze stirred her boss’s willy. The sight of that thing between his legs was always enough to ‘arouse’ her laughter, and were Rosalind any quicker on the draw with a camera, she’d have several nude calendars of that hunk.

As poor, naked Eliot felt embarrassment turn his legs to jelly, his assistant stopped laughing and tossed him a spare towel. The bespectacled prankster had a concept of when a joke should end, and she figured that ‘making your boss flash his dick to a girl he met four seconds ago’ should be the end of this one. The blushing cryptozoologist sheltered his willy from the two sexy girls’ peepers, and fumed at Rosalind in silence as the trio headed back to his research station/cabin.

They weren’t far from his place at all, but he climbed into the three-seater truck beside Zoe anyway to save himself some walking after the kind of day he’d had. It took less than two minutes for Rosalind to hit a bump in the path, and the doctor’s towel to fly away from his lap; freckles were obscured by an aroused blush as Zoe got her second, much closer look at the man’s private parts. Eliot cried out in shame and used his hands to make the lascivious co-eds turn away while he refastened the towel over his joystick.

Laughter filled the vehicle and all he could do was groan.

Today was another catastrophic, mortifying failure in proving the fishwoman real. The world might forever doubt him, but Dr.Eliot Browning had great hopes for tomorrow.