Strangers

The voices outside went away. Probably just some passersby. They headed for the door again. But every step they took found him going in and out of her vagina. Not much but unstoppable and constant. They couldn’t take big steps so many small ones instead. Bill was right on the edge when they reached the door, and Julie was getting close herself. She thought she was better than that. Maybe something about this was turning her on. Maybe the inevitability. Weirdly she thought of Thanos’, “I’m Inevitable”, maybe Bill was inevitable. He wasn’t such a bad guy; this whole thing just caught her by surprise. I guess if she believed him, it caught him by surprise as well. Finally, she reached out and turned the deadbolt.

Seconds later the voices were back, just outside the door. Then someone tried the door. Julie could tell Bill was right on the edge, breathing hard, so she stayed perfectly still and tried to just gently stroke Bills thighs. He did have some nice thighs to stroke. “I dunno, it’s locked. I thought they were open” Came a voice from outside. A second voice said, “The sign says midnight.” A third voice chimed in with “You know there was an ambulance here a little while ago. Maybe someone got food poisoning!” First voice again “Then maybe we lucked out! KFC?” Second voice “Are they open late? I’m in.” “Fine.” Said the third voice.

The voices then faded out again as the three went off down the street in search of chicken.

“That was close.” Julie said quietly.

“You have no idea!” said Ben.

“Now about those scissors?”

The scissors were over 80 feet away, and behind the bar. They made it less than halfway. They both came hard. Bucking and yanking and slamming. The shorts should not have held up to a fraction of that. But they did. The shorts held them together and Bill couldn’t pull out no matter how hard he tried. And he tried. And he tried. And he tried some more. His balls were held in place right outside her pussy. The extra stimulation on her lips and clit pushed Julie over the edge before Bill came. He came so hard he thought he would be blasted out. But nope, still locked together by her shorts.

It was a little easier to walk now, after getting that out of their system. They made it behind the bar without more problems. When they turned left to go after the scissors, they encountered an oddity. Bill’s clothes. A neat little pile on the floor. With his shoes under them. It was like his body just vanished and the clothes collapsed on top of one another.

Bill pointed and said “Look, my socks are still in my shoes. It’s like I was just yanked out of them without disturbing them.”

“That’s creepy.” Said Julie “Hey, shirt” and she bent to pick up his shirt from the pile.

Bill grunted and said “That’s what got us into this mess. Let me know when you’re going to bend over like that.”

She took Ben’s shirt put her arms through the sleeves and threw it up over her head. As it came down on her body, it also somehow came down on his. His head went through the neck hole with hers and his hands suddenly glued themselves to the underside of her breasts. His arms were tightly glued to her sides and everything from his wrist on was glued to her boobs. It was like he was her bra! He could wiggle his fingers and thumbs, but not remove them from her breasts.

“Hey! What the?” He exclaimed.

Julie was also “Can you not do that please?” This is distracting enough.

“I can’t help it! I’m stuck to your boobs!”

“Wait! What are you doing inside the shirt with me? I was just putting it on to cover up. And get your hand off my breasts. You’re making me look ridiculous. They’re sticking straight out!”

“I can’t! I’m telling you they’re stuck!” and with that, he really tried. Pulling them out from her chest. Lifting them up, pulling them down, spreading them out to the sides, spreading his fingers as wide as possible. Never able to lift a single finger.

“Oh shit!” Julie said. “It’s like the shorts, maybe we can’t get out of the shirt either!” She quicky grabbed the bottom of the shirt and lifted. As the shirt cleared his shoulders, his arms and hands came free. It was like it had never happened. She tried it again and as soon as his shoulders entered the shirt his hand were glued to her breasts again. “Is it like, a Magic shirt?”

“I’ve had it for years. Never glued my hands to anyone’s boobs before now. I think I’d remember that.”

“Here you try it.” Julie handed the shirt to Bill.

Bill took the shirt with a little hesitation. It was his shirt. Definitely his shirt. There was the little, tiny hole in the hem where he caught it on his belt buckle once. “Here goes” He put his arms in the sleeves and started to drop it over his head. Only it went over both their heads, and as soon as it reached Julie’s shoulders her hands glued themselves to her own breasts. Her arms tucked neatly at her sides. Hands in the same position, supporting and pushing up her breasts.

“What the? My hands are stuck, my hands were nowhere near my breasts, and now they’re stuck to them? And why is it my hands now?”

“Maybe because I put mine through the sleeves? I don’t know, is it maybe we’re hypnotized?”

“Ish Maghic!” Said a third distorted voice from behind them.