John and Jessica in a nearby research facility

John was discussing the latest developments in the experimental Gecko Glue to his teammate Jessica. He had been flirting with her for years now, but she wasn’t interested in seeing someone from work. She was more focused on advancement within the company, and she saw the Gecko Glue was as her ticket up the ladder. That didn’t stop him from getting hard every time she was around him, like now.

“So, we added the polymerizing compound to the base molecular structure and increased the directionality of the release point ten-fold.” He said.

“So, it doesn’t slip as much anymore?” she asked

“It doesn’t slip at all anymore.” He continued. “Anti-sheer is through the roof, it can only be removed vertically to the surface. A glove coated with this compound can hold over 100 psi horizontally, but only takes 1 psi to release vertically.”

“Well, a hand is roughly 16 square inches, so a glove would only need 16 lbs to remove from a wall but would hold 1600 lbs vertically? I think we’ve done it! And it still rejects dirt? You could totally climb a wall with this stuff!” Jessica said excitedly.

“Yes, it still rejects dirt. It’s not really an adhesive in the traditional sense... It would be slow, but yes, in theory, you could climb a wall.”

“Why slow?”

“It’s not like magnets, you kind of have to peel the glove off like duct tape. We have some treated gloves in the testing room if you want to try them.”

John had been watching a large gauge slowly climbing. “Pressure is a little high today.” He then tapped three times on the gauge.

In a totally improbable coincidence, the tapping happened to be the exact harmonic of the nearby pipe fitting. Which promptly cracked. Spraying liquid over the two of them. Drenching them from the head down. Their first reaction was to turn away from the stream and duck. Which of course soaked their backs completely as well. The pressure now released; the stream slowed to a drip.

“Was that?” Jessica asked

“Yes, the Gecko Glue. Decon now!” John shouted and started running for the decontamination room. “Strip quickly!”

He had his labcoat off and was working on his shirt. Jessica was wearing less layers, so she was stripping faster. She had kicked off her shoes and removed her blouse, before he had his tie off. Jessica passed him as he was taking his socks off. She was almost there. Suddenly her feet started sticking to the floor. Completely naked now, but she was moving slower and slower. John was trying to catch up, but his belt was sticking, it wouldn’t slide, he had to peel it off. He finally got it loose and dropped his pants. Apparently, the glue had managed to puddle in his underwear and spilt out when he ripped them off. He was still at full attention and glue was dripping off the shaft and running down his balls. At least it's still liquid, he thought. Meanwhile Jessica was having trouble lifting her feet. She bent over to pull them up with her hands and ended up with her hands stuck to her ankles. She gave up on trying to remove her hands and concentrated on getting to the decontamination room. She was only about 5 feet away. John had one leg out of his pants and was hopping on one foot trying to get the other free. Not paying attention to where he was exactly, and didn’t see Jessica bent over in front of him. John finally got his second leg out and was finally naked. Just as he looked up, he ran into Jessica. With another totally improbable coincidence his still hard dick ran straight into her bent over pussy. It sank all the way to the hilt. John was trying to stop but had quite a bit of momentum. He grabbed her butt to try stopping himself and found he couldn’t let go. His balls swung forward between her legs and stuck instantly to her shaved mons. He quicky tried to pull out before the glue on his dick dried, but with his balls stuck, he couldn’t pull back more than an inch. He was yanking back and forth trying to disengage but all he ended up doing, was doing Jessica. They were both yelling incoherently.

“What the hell? John what the hell are you doing? For God’s name pull out!”

“I’m trying, my balls are stuck can you get them free? I can’t reach them from behind.”

“I can’t let go of my ankles!”

“Why were you holding your ankles in the first place? And why did you stop?”

“My feet were stuck to the floor!”

“Shit! That’s not good. We need to get in Decon now! Can you move? You have to peel your foot up from the heel.”

“I’ll try, can you please pull out?” she asked.

“I’ve been trying, but my balls are still stuck underneath you, where I can’t reach, so I can only pull so far”

“Why are my hands so stuck to my ankles?”

“Because it’s glue on glue. It was designed to adhere from a glove to a smooth surface. It’s like tape, if you get the sticky sides together you just throw it away. It’s the same with my balls, I can’t reach them and I can’t pull them free. The glue is only weak perpendicularly, so they’re probably held on with a couple hundred pounds of **** from this angle.”

The whole time he had been trying to concentrate on their predicament and not the fact that he was actively fucking Jessica. The latest round of pulling and the realization that he might be fucking her for a very long time was putting him over the edge. He started slamming into her as much as pulling away, faster, faster. Something about not being able to pull out no matter how hard he tried. And the constant tugging on his balls, and, Oh my God, he clenched her butt hard and came inside her, harder than he had ever done in his life. He felt her clench tighter around him as she came as well.

She had always liked John but wasn’t interested in a workplace romance. “Well, I guess I’m in one now” she thought. “And am I into bondage as well? Cause that’s what this seems like” She wiggled her butt again. Nope totally attached to John. Here she was, a rising chemical engineer bent over holding her ankles while her coworker does her from behind. “Uh John?” no response. Louder “John?” That got his attention.

“Oh shit” he said. “I’m so sorry, I got carried away. I can’t believe I did that.”

“John! In the moment, please. Is there any point in still trying to get to decontamination? I mean the glue seems to have set by now."

“For the most part yes, but it’s all over my dick, and I’m inside you, and there’s no way to pull that up vertically. It still seems liquid for the moment, so we still have a chance… I’ll try to help.”

He managed to peel his hands from her butt one at a time, then he leaned over and grabbed her thighs behind her knees. Pulling one leg at a time they made a step closer to the door, then another. About 3 more to go. His legs were almost completely attached to her legs at this point, his arms were stuck to her sides. And most of his abdomen was stuck to her back. But they were making progress. Then their right feet came loose a little easier than expected, they almost lost their balance, and their legs came together for just a second. It was long enough. Now they were standing with all four legs stuck together. Closing her legs was pulling his balls even harder. Now it felt like his ball sack was a rubber band and was being stretched to the limit. He was pulled even deeper into her pussy. His dick was completely buried to the root. Suddenly there was a hot flush, that they both felt, in their most sensitive parts.

“Uh-oh” Jessica said. “Was that what I think it was?”

“Probably” John replied “But I don’t see what we can do about it now. We’re stuck”

“Uhh. we’ve been stuck for a while”

“No, I mean we’re really stuck. I don’t think we could even fall over. Not with all four feet stuck to the floor.”