Getting friendly

The rest of the morning went quite quickly with some amazing acts to watch. The best of all was a woman whose new arms juggled various items that made everyone gasp at the skill needed to do that from behind someone else. Beth’s new arms were attentive, but not annoying. She hardly noticed when her hands smoothed out her dress, adjusted her sleeves or brushed back a stray hair. She was slightly taken aback when she found herself scratching an itch on her leg that may or may not have been there. She wasn’t entirely sure, such was the ease with which Mike had become her arms. As the lights came up and the hosts gave instructions for lunch, Beth looked across at Andy who immediately asked,

“Would you like to join me for lunch?”

“Sure. I’d love to.”

They left the meeting room and followed the directions to the dining room that had been laid out just for the guests attending the meeting. Beth felt relieved that as everyone was now paired, they could all relax together without getting any odd stares from other guests at the hotel. As it turned out, they were the only guests that weekend.

Beth and Andy chatted about the mornings entertainment over lunch as their new hands fed them. Beth was feeling happy listening to this guy as he talked about his love of music and complete inability to learn any musical instrument, let alone the piano. He seemed so grateful to have had the experience his new hands gave him. Beth had almost forgotten about her magic act, so comfortable with the way Mike had slipped in behind her all morning. The only thing she was conscious of was how spectacularly over dressed she felt in this satin evening dress.

As though the hosts had read her mind, the first activity of the afternoon was for each person to select a range of clothes from the racks that had appeared in the meeting room while they were at lunch. They were all asked to pick out clothes for the rest of today and tomorrow, including night wear. This last item caused a few sideways glances around the room, but no one objected. Beth was just so happy to be able to step out of the glad-rags for a while, that she didn’t mind the choice of clothes was being made for her by Mike.

With the selections made, they headed to a changing room with her selection of jeans and a white blouse. The rest of her new clothes were placed in a basket and taken up to her room for later. Once inside the changing room, her hands reached behind her to unzip the dress. As it fell to the floor, they stepped out of it and both breathed a sigh of relief. The fact that Mike was also glad to be free made Beth giggle and her hand came up to her mouth as if to gently hide her smile. Mike stretched out and then reached for the blouse. He carefully pulled it around both of them and began buttoning it up. Beth was impressed that he managed the buttons so easily given they were the wrong way round for a man. Clearly this wasn’t his first time wearing a woman’s blouse. The material was soft, the sleeves long and baggy but with 4-button cuffs to challenge her new fingers dexterity. Getting into the jeans was much more of a challenge as they wobbled about until all 4 legs were in place. Beth stood and admired herself in the mirror as her new hands smoothed down the blouse and adjusted her hair.

Once everyone was back in the room and seated in their more casual attire, the hosts reappeared, this time they were also one person.

“Unfortunately one of our guests has had to leave us, a family emergency, so we wish her well and hope that things are not to serious. So, as we need to keep our group even, I’m going to join you as we get to know each other a bit more!”

“What we would like you to do is pair up, if you haven’t made friends with someone already, and take some time to get to know them. Feel free to leave the room, explore the gardens of this lovely hotel or go wherever you want. Please meet back here at 4 o’clock so we can let you know the plans for this evening. Have fun!”

Beth and Andy looked at each other and nodded agreement to being each other’s “friend” for the afternoon. At the same time their hands reached out across the table and held each other. If Beth or Andy had glanced around the room, they would have seen the same thing repeated at every table. Except for the man who had given a recitation of “The Little Yellow Idol”, complete with dramatic hand movements, to muted applause and blank looks. He appeared to be on his own until the ever smiling hostess joined him as his partner.

Just as Beth and Andy became aware that they were holding hands, the spell broke and Beth stood up, as Mike ran his hands through her hair. She started to cough and “her” right hand rose to cover her mouth.

“I’m sorry about that”, Beth was a little flustered and her new hands fidgeted about her in sympathy. “I think it would be nice to take a walk. Would that be OK with you?” She asked as her hands now lifted the blouse off her shoulders slightly and readjusted her neckline. As they did so, her right hand slid inside the blouse and cupped her left breast gently for a moment, before joining her left hand at her side. Beth froze for a moment, wondering if that had just happened and what she should do about it. She looked across at Andy and was immediately distracted by “his” left hand, which seemed intent on enthusiastically checking his trouser pocket for loose change or his car keys.

“Sure. I think there’s a door out to the pool and the gardens this way.” said Andy, relieved to start moving so his new arms were needed for walking. Beth couldn’t help but notice the bulge appearing in his pants and the blush rising across his face.

As they made their way outside both Andy and Beth found they were holding hands. “Head over to the trees, to the right. There’s a swing seat and a summerhouse we can sit in” whispered Mike in Beth’s ear. “Very secluded”.

So this wasn’t Mike’s first rodeo, thought Beth as they headed for the shade of the trees. They sat on the swing seat and chatted for a while, swapping stories of how they came to be here, at this “Truth” meeting and what it really all meant. While they were talking, Beth’s hands twirled her hair, brushed imaginary specs off her jeans or simply rested on her lap. “Do you like him” whispered Mike, close to her ear, like an inner voice. Beth nodded. Her hands came up to her blouse and cupped her breasts gently. She looked down and smiled at the sight of this mans hands poking out of the sleeves of the blouse they were wearing. She leant back a little, as if to say that she was OK with being held like this. “Why don’t we kiss him?” Came the inner voice.

Beth’s smile faded as she looked into Andy’s eyes. He locked gazes with her as she leant towards him ever so slightly. Andy moved closer and they shared a brief, but passionate kiss. As they broke apart, their hands held each other again, not willing to stop here. Beth found herself reaching behind Andy to pull him in for a much longer embrace. Andy's hands reached up and held Beth’s face as they kissed again and again. Andy stood and led Beth into the summerhouse where there was a chaise lounge. They moved towards it, Andy's hands already unbuttoning her blouse - Beth’s were wrestling with his belt to loosen his jeans. The both fell onto the chaise, Beth on her back with her hands pulling down Andy's jeans. Andy had her blouse open and was fondling her breasts. He didn’t make a move to take it off completely, instead moving to work on Beth’s jeans. Mike’s hands helped him wriggle her out of them and rip off her panties. Andy’s jeans and boxers were round his ankles now and his dick was being cradled by his hands. He leaned in and his fingers played skilfully with Beth’s cunt as she became more and more moist. Andy's fingers found her clitoris and toyed expertly with her mound as Beth arched back onto the couch moaning in time to the caressing. Then she felt his dick enter her and she started to climax. It had been so long since she had felt anything other than her dildo inside her. “Oh, yes. Deeper. Pull him deeper into us.” came the whispered voice, now a little huskier. Mike’s hands were now grabbing Andy’s butt and pulling him in tighter. It was Andy's turn to arch backwards as Beth guessed he was about shoot his load. Her hands clasped her breasts, Andy moaning loudly as he came inside her. “Mmmm. That feels so good. We need to have him again tonight.” whispered her little demon. “Only next time we will be in our bedroom, so we can get really relaxed and cosy. Spend some quality time on ourselves”.