Getting a grip

When the gloves didn't find immediate access to their target, they changed tactics to encourage you to assist. The gloves continued to scurry about your chest and waist, creating little bumps under your shirt everywhere they went. It reminded you of two squirrels chasing each other inside your fabric. You couldn't help but laugh, given how ticklish the whole thing was.

"Jane, stop, st--stop!" You said between fits of laughter. "Fine, I get the message, hold on..!"

You reached down and undid your belt, loosening up the path between your clothes. The gloves immediately dove back in, and began to touch anything and everything they could reach. One fiddled with your growing erection, fingers getting a solid grip, but still felt smooth and cool against your warm body with their silky exterior. The other glove cupped just below, tickling along the thighs with the free hand. Unencumbered by arms and not so easily limited by these extra clothing layers, they managed to get to work.

But... it wasn't easy work. Your clothes were still restrictive. "John, a little more help? You'll better appreciate my range of motion if you unzip..."

You heartily agreed, and you slipped out of your pants quickly before stretching out on the couch, relaxing easily as the soft, literally silky hands ran along your full length, tickling and teasing before eventually wrapping more sturdily against your member.

You leaned your head back, groaning a little by the subtle touches and careful strokes applied to your most sensitive parts. "I never thought you'd be so good at being a ghost that you could do this, Jane..."

"Oh, you'd be surprised! At the moment, the gloves are like my entire being. I have so much focus on all the little qualities! The grip, the finger movements, the speed I can move at, and I'm not bumping into anything which is pretty great. From my perspective, it's not really like I'm holding you in my hands... it's like I've curled my whole self up in these babies. Like if you were to wear a life-size glove costume and try to grip onto that statue downtown in the park that the artist calls 'harmony' but it's definitely just a giant penis, y'know?"

"I know the one, yeah."

You grunted a little as Jane's movements sped up, and you instinctively thrusted a couple times to aid in the performance, realizing that it didn't do much good. Even with two hands doing the work, one cupping your balls while the other sliding along your shaft, there was still a lot of skin left untouched, and you weren't quite at the top of the mountain yet...

That's where Jane came up with a new, brilliant plan. The glove that originally had been gripping you in the palms turned around, inserting your dick into the glove itself! The fabric wrapped around you, and the soft inner liner was almost immediately too much to bear, as you squirmed all about! The elbow-length glove had a lot of fabric to squeeze around you, and it felt so heavenly...

You couldn't help it, as you tensed up and came so quickly! The glove still held tight onto your shaft throughout, not letting go. The sheer freedom of movement Jane had with these things were astounding, not to mention that last trick...

"You really know your stuff! That felt so good," you said between breaths.

Jane didn't speak in response, but the glove still wrapped around your dick gave you a thumbs-up in response.