She passes it to Ben

Ben walked back into the room and went behind the bar.

“Thanks Julie, Sorry, got a little distracted.” He said. “Weirdest thing happened; I’ll tell you about it when we close up.”

He started wiping down the bar, and changed out one of the kegs.

“Yeah, I want to hear what happened.” Julie said. “I only saw a small part of it.” “Oh, and I found this on the floor, while I was sweeping, maybe someone dropped it.”

She handed to stick to Ben. Julie then turned to one of the booths and started bussing glasses. Ben was looking at the stick in his hand and trying to decide whether to throw it in lost-and-found, or just the trash. He looked up to see Julie bending over in the booth to pick up a discarded napkin. He had been ogling Julie for months now and often fantasized about her butt, imagining himself slamming into her doggy style. Today she was wearing those tight black yoga shorts. They looked almost like cycling shorts without the pad. They really showed off her butt, especially when she bent over.

“Oh man.” He said under his breath. “Someday I’d love to get into her pants!”

There was a sudden rushing-wooshing-spinning-movement thing. It was so disorienting he almost passed out. He blinked a few times and shook his head. “What the hell!” It took him a few beats to catch up with what had happened. He had somehow teleported across the room. And he was now naked, well not entirely naked. He was now wearing black yoga pants. The same pair that, an also mostly naked, Julie was wearing. Somehow, he was literally in her pants. With her. And neither was wearing any underwear. About the time he was realizing that his, now naked crotch, was directly in contact with her, now naked butt, she screamed.

“AAAAAH AAAAAAAH! What the fuck are you doing??”

“I’m not doing anything” he screamed back.

“Get out, get out, get out, just get out” She could actually feel his penis back there.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t do this” He insisted “look, I’ll just climb out, and go find my clothes, Ok?”

“Fine! Just go”

The shorts were really tight, that made sense, they were made for one person, not two. They were constantly squeezing them together and every movement seemed to bring them even closer. He couldn’t seem to get the waistband over his butt. As he wiggled his hips to try to get them out, he felt his dick slip between her thighs. Oh shit! They both froze.

“Is that what I think it is?” asked Julie.

“Uh-hu” replied Ben “I’m sorry.”

“Out, out, out” insisted Julie.

“I’m trying, maybe we should both take them off at the same time?”

“Whatever, just, out, now!”

They both tried to yank down the waistband of the shorts, but even with both trying they couldn’t seem to make any progress. The shorts wouldn’t go past their combined hips.

“Just rip them!” Julie said loudly. “I have other clothes in the back.”

“I’ve been trying to rip them! They just won’t tear! What are these made of?”

“They’re just yoga shorts. I rip them all the time on accident. They’re not that strong!”

“Well, I’m going to need a knife or some scissors or something. There’re some scissors in the drawer behind the bar. Can we walk over there?”

“What? Together?” she asked.

“Like we have a choice?”

“OK, Fine! But we lock the door first, so no one comes in and sees us like this.”

“Fine, lead the way.”

What followed was almost a ‘three stooges’ attempt to walk in one pair of pants. They finally realized the only way, was to synchronize their movements and stay as tight as possible.

About halfway to the door Ben suddenly asked, “So what do you think of Lincecum pitching that last year for the Giants?”

This startled Julie enough to stop and turn as much as possible to look at him.

“I really need to think about baseball right now. Really!” Ben answered the unasked question.

“Men!” She exasperated.

“Look, I’m stuck naked in some very tight shorts with your very naked butt rubbing up against me. Now that my dick is between your legs, there’s only one place for it to go. It’s almost like the shorts are forcing it where it already wants to go.

“Oh, for Pete’s sake” she said then bent over, holding her knees “This is hurting my back.”

Bending over was all it took. He slid right in.

“Whargh” they both said at the same time.

“What are you doing? Pull it back out” Julie said desperately!

“How?” Ben asked, and “Why’d you bend over?” He tried to pull out, but the shorts stopped him from getting far enough. “I can’t pull out. The shorts. You’ll have to try from the front.”

“And how am I supposed to do that?”

“I don’t know, with your hand?”

Julie managed to get one hand down her shorts at the front, but all she managed to do was move his balls further forward. She couldn’t get a hand around his penis to pull it out. “I don’t know what to do, I’ve never had someone trapped there before!”

“Can you ungg let go of my balls now? Unng, it’s hard enough to think ungg without you massaging them.”

“Sorry” and she withdrew her hand.

“That’s better, sort of, I’m still inside you. And I’m still tight up against your butt. Can we reach the door?”

Julie looked up. “It’s only about 20 feet.”

“Have you ever fucked someone for 20 feet?” Bill asked.

“Well, no, but we can try, we have to, what if someone walked in right now?”

As if on cue they heard voices outside the door.