A Hand - Sex Stories

A Hand

... Unfortunately though, I still had my phone..." She gave a violent shake of her right arm that should have sent the device flying. It, however, stayed where it was, as did all five of the fingers gripping it.

Claire burst into a fit of giggle. "What were you doing with that stuff, finger painting?" She managed to get out. "Oh, I get it! You need a hand!" Which started her giggling all over.

"Yeah, yeah." growled Dee. "It was out before I realized what I said."

"And you called because it was easier than texting." gasped Claire.

"Yes. One button with my nose instead of trying to type with it." confirmed Dee

"Could have just used voice." grinned Claire. "You know, "Hey Siri, message Dee." At the words, the front pocket of Claire's robe lit up and muffled words issued forth.

"Hey, shut up." replied Dee. "Anyway, I can't pull myself loose at the moment, and 'car is heavy' means I can't reach anything to try and dissolve this stuff. And even if I could, my other five fingers are only good for holding my phone right now, so... a hand?"

"Of course, Babe." smiled Claire. "If you need help, I'm happy to..."

"I don't know if I *need help." grumbled Dee. "I could get free on my own. It's just going to be a little work and it will be faster if you lent a hand."

"Oh, really." Claire rolled her eyes. "Were you stuck here when your mom left? Why didn't you ask her for 'a hand'?"

"Didn't want to make her late for work." said Dee. "On what, the second day I'm ...

... back home? So I just waved and said 'have a good day.'"

"I see." said Claire, and she stepped toward her trapped girlfriend. It was really more of a slink, and, as she circled around the immobile Dee, the slight shift in posture did not go unnoticed.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Dee questioned. "If maybe you could go and grab something; acetone, paint thinner... I m-might have even seen a specific solvent for this stuff. I wasn't really looking..."

"Who me?" said Claire, addressing Dee's original question. "I'm just lending a hand." As she spoke, she reached under Dee's arms and slipped the loose knot in the arms of her coveralls, causing the baggy garment to slide down her legs, and bunch around her ankles.

Dee made a vain attempt to catch them on the way down, but without functional fingers, even if she had hooked it with her phone, what was she going to do? And underneath was very little; a black thong with a skull and crossbones printed in the front.

"Oh my." said Claire. "Your 'Jolly Rogers'... What did you have planned for today?"

"Mom's got a twelve hour shift today." breathed Dee. "We have the place to our selves. And it's been a stressful week. Get me outta this and we can..."

"Are you sure?" Claire hooked her thumbs in the waistband of Dee's thong.

"Not what I meant and you... ah fuck." Dee gasped as she felt the thong pushed down. Once it passed her thighs, it slipped free and joined her coveralls at her ankles. Dee twisted jer trapped arm in a ...