A Hand - Sex Stories

A Hand

... little.

She left the room and headed down stairs, realizing as she did, she would have to be careful with the stairs and this robe when Ellen was home lest she flash Dee's mom. She slipped on some sandals at the back door and went outside. The garage was actually only eight or ten feet from the house. There was a passage door right near the portal she came out, but she bypassed it and went a little further around to the front where the main door was standing open.

Dee was standing inside, leaning on the trunk of her can, propped on her left arm while her right held her cell, her ankles crossed. She was wearing a set of coveralls, though they'd been shrugged off her shoulders, the sleeves tied around her waste. Underneath was only a black tube-top like sports bra. A pair of work boots complete the ensemble.

Claire took a moment, admiring the view. It was something of a joke between them, that with her fair skin, small frame, and dirty blonde hair, Claire looked more like Dee's mother than Dee herself and maybe they were switched at birth. Dee was much taller that either of them, with darker skin, hair and a solid athletic figure. The only parts she seemingly got from her mother was in the bust area, as both were quite well endowed. The smaller girl shot a smile to her partner. "Yoouu raanngg?"

"I did!" Dee grinned back. "Hey, come in and pull the overhead down will you?" She gesture with her cell.

Claire complied. stepping forward and grabbing the rope to ...

... close the big front door. The overhead lights were already on, but without the morning sun, it got quite a bit dimmer. "Ooo, alone in a dark garage." cooed Claire. "All right, so you needed help with something?"

"Help is such a strong word." replied Dee. "But yeah, anyway so I was sticking the legs back on those chairs." She gesture again with her phone to some chairs lying on the floor behind her. "When Nana called..."

"So early? Is she all right?" Claire frowned. Nana was Dee's great-grandmother, and they were quite close.

'Oh, yeah." Dee said. "Fine. She'll probably outlive all of us. She just saw I was up on Face-App, and thought she'd give me a call. And you know how she likes to talk."

"Runs in the family." smirked Claire. "Go on."

"Yeah, well, she talked me ear off for a while, and when she was done and hung up, I realized the glue I was using had started to set." She wave again at the chairs.

Claire's eyes followed the wave. "Okay? I mean they all look straight to me."

"I know, right?" Dee agreed. "About that same time though I realized I must have got some glue on my hand." She uncrossed her ankles and straightened up, pulling on her left arm. Her palm, not only stayed flat on the trunk, but the entire vehicle jostled a bit.

Claire snorted. "You glued yourself to the car?"

"Seems like it, doesn't it." Dee scowled. "And, I mean it's really on there. It won't budge. And the car is heavy, turns out. But fortunately I still had my phone. ...