Someone enters the lab

Peter Parker had never been fully aware of how his Spider Sense worked. In a fight it told him when he was about to get shot or punched which, of course, was incredibly handy. However outside of that it was hard to parse what he was being warned about. Sometimes small things like slightly too hot coffee or a toilet flush while he was in the shower would trigger his Spider Sense. And it was then as a lone lab tech punched in her security code outside the room that Peter learned potential embarrassment could also trigger his powers.

It came to him as Peter began to pull Felicia back up the vial of Alkanivorax still held precariously in her teeth. She expected him to gentle lift her towards the ceiling and then position her back onto his back. That didn't happen. Instead utilizing his superhuman speed and strength, Peter twisted his ankles and bent his knees causing his entire body to swing back like a pendulum until his back stuck to the wall. Meanwhile Peter released Felcia flipping her body 45 degrees, so it ran parallel with his and then grabbed her pulling her in close. Felicia, confused but on top of it, wrapped her arms around him.

A faint hum filled the air, followed by the soft whoosh of the laboratory door sliding open. Peter's eyes darted towards the sound locking onto the figure that had just entered the room. She was a young 20 something blonde with glasses and a bored look on her face. She was dressed in a crisp white lab coat, her hair tied back in a neat ponytail, and a clipboard clutched tightly in her hand. Wordlessly she walked across the room and began surveying the contents on the chemical shelfs. Scribbling something down every few seconds.

Peter and Felica stayed perfectly still on the ceiling terrified of what would happen if the labtech looked up and saw two naked people pressed together on the roof. They needed to move. Get back into the vent quickly and quietly. Peter refocused his attention on Felicia. They would need to be in perfect sync if they were going to escape without words.

However, that was when Peter realized something about his present situation. See he had planned to put Felicia in a position, so they were face to face. Make it easy to come up with a plan that way. Unfortunately, things had turned out...differently. Peter assumed it was Felicia's cheek pressing against his forehead, but now that he was looking, he realized it was her thigh. Shocked he followed the thigh down and discovered the great mounds that were her ass and the golden treasures between her legs. Peter had to stymie a gasp as he realized it. Black Cat and Spiderman where straight up 69ing on the ceiling of a Roxxon laboratory!

A pair of short, muffled, screams echoed through the room causing the lab tech to pause for a moment before going back to her work. The naked pair tightened up trying to remain calm even as their faces grew redder.

'Oh my GOD!' Peter screamed silently. 'Felicia's pussy it's its right there! I'm basically sticking my nose in it.'

Peter felt his dick twitch followed by a shake from Felcia. Spidey's eyes widened as he realized what that met. If his face was in her pussy, then her face was definitely in her face. Peter felt a wave of shame come over him following this realization. Despite the circumstances it felt like he was forcing himself on her. Just then Peter felt an odd wetness on his nose. He looked forward curious and realized Felicia's pussy was now dripping wet. It was glistening like the diamonds Black Cat loved so much. This in turn only made Peter even hornier and harder creating an ouroboros effect between the heroes as thet got progressively more turned on. Their bodies shook and they began to sweat all while the Lab tech obliviously went about her work.

The pair had hoped that she would have departed soon after she entered but instead, she stayed. Sitting down on a nearby desk and typing away on the terminal. Peter realized if they waited much longer one of them would probably cum, so he decided they had to leave.

He signaled his intent to Felicia as best he could, and the burglar nodded in approval. Peter would need both hands to crab walk back to the vent so he would have to release his grip on her waist to get moving. As such Felicia moved her legs to grab onto Peter so her lower body remained secure. She pressed her thighs against either side of Peter's head and squeezed tight.

As Felicia's thighs constricted around Peter's head, he felt a surge of arousal course through his body. The warmth of her skin, the gentle pressure of her muscles, and the intoxicating scent of her sweat all combined to create a potent cocktail that left him breathless. His eyes, already wide with excitement, grew even wider as he felt his face become enveloped by the soft, velvety texture of her inner thighs. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and Peter's body began to tremble with anticipation.

He felt precum about to seep from his junk and struggled hard to keep it in. The last thing they needed now was something dripping.

Meanwhile as Peter's face was enveloped by Felicia's thighs, he could feel her own arousal growing, her muscles tensing and relaxing in a subtle rhythm. Her legs squeezed tighter around his head, and he felt a gentle rocking motion, as if she was trying to draw him in deeper. Felicia's thighs began to tremble, and Peter felt a faint vibration, like the purring of a contented cat. Her hands, still grasping his waist, tightened their grip, and he felt her nails dig gently into his skin.

As the pair were lulled into a state of euphoric surrender by their warm shapely bodies, the lab tech's careless movement shattered the spell. A small, metallic object slipped from her fingers, clattering loudly on the floor. The sudden noise was like a slap in the face, jolting both Peter and Felicia back to reality. Their bodies stiffened, and their heads jerked towards the sound, their faces still pressed together in the intimate, albeit awkward, position. Peter and Felicia knew they had to move—fast. With a silent nod, Peter began to inch his way towards the vent, his hands and feet finding holds in the ceiling tiles as he crab-walked backwards. Felicia breathed heavily as she watches the vent slowly get closer, her hot breath hitting Spidey's junk. The friction between them was unbearable, and Peter could feel himself getting harder, his mind racing with the absurdity of their situation.

Finally Peter made it to the vent. He let Felicia crawl in first, as she was already facing the rectangular exit. She scootched down his body her stomach and thighs rudding against Peter sending shivers down his spine. When she had made it all the way through, and he had a second to breath, did Peter silently crawled in himself, placing the hatch back in its place. Unpropted a pair of relieved sighs echoed through the ventilation shaft. Wordlessly and with their loins still throbbing, Peter and Felicia crawled their way back to the storage room, crashing down out on the vent onto the floor redfaced and exhausted.

"Holy Shit." Felicia moaned. "What was way more intense then it needed to be."

"Thieving is not for me." Peter sighed sitting next to her. "Not just for moral reasons but I don't think my heart can handle the stress."

"Normally that's the fun part." Felicia replied standing up. "But this time might have a bit to much even for me."

Felicia walked over towards the metal container the naked pair had used to smuggle themselves into the facility. Peter watched as her hips swung back and forth with each step causing her beautiful butt to giggle. When she arrived to stuffed the chemical into a special pocket they had made to keep it safe during the return trip. She bent over, spreading her cheeks for Peter. The young man's eyes bugged out as a primal high pitched sound came from his mouth.

"You ok," Felicia laughed softly as she turned to face Peter, causally jutting out her hip and playing a hand on it like a supermodel.

"I uh," Peter said as he stood up. Words escaped him. After everything he had become so turned on his erection was starting to hurt.

"It's ok. I get it," Felicia said surprisingly serious. Then, with some unknown determination, she began walking towards Peter getting closer and closer until their naked forms were mere inches apart. "I'm horny too."