Home Helping Hands

“Hey Andy, what about this one!”

John threw the paper to Andy who was slumped on the sofa watching daytime TV.

“What am I looking at?”

“The wanted ads – somebody wants a home help”

Andy sighed. “Oh great – basically a cleaner. That’s not gonna go far to getting a deposit for my own place, is it?”

“No – look at the ad. It says the job is 7 days a week, so there is live-in accommodation. You get a job, money and a roof over your head. Perfect!”

“I don’t know. Sounds kind of weird. I mean, who wants to have someone in their house all the time?”

“Probably some old lady with cats that needs help” laughed John.

“You’re really selling this to me” said Andy. But the truth was he needed to find something and soon. He’d been sleeping on John’s sofa for 3 weeks now and the strain on their friendship was starting to show. Andy hadn’t planned to stay so long, but since his own life took a dive, he had nowhere else to go.

“OK – I’ll send an e-mail to the address on here. Keep your fingers crossed for me”

Another week went by and Andy had all but forgotten about the job. The situation with John had taken an even worse turn yesterday. John had been up for a promotion, which he got and that meant moving out of town. Just when Andy thought things couldn’t get any worse an e-mail alert flashed up on his phone. It was the home help job. He was to go for an interview the next morning at 8:00am.

Andy spent the rest of the day making sure his best shirt was cleaned and ironed and he even cleaned his only pair of shoes. He was hoping John would lend him a pair of smart pants so he didn’t have to go to this interview in his jeans.

When John got in from work he was so relieved that Andy had a shot at a real job, he grabbed a suit from his wardrobe and told Andy to wear that tomorrow.

“Seriously?” said Andy

“You can never be over dressed for an interview. Now just make sure you get the job, loser!” joked John.

The alarm went off at 7:00am. Andy showered, shaved and got ready to head to the address in the e-mail. He didn’t eat any breakfast – he hadn’t slept much last night and his stomach was in no mood for food. Andy walked the 6 blocks to the address and arrived just before 8:00am. He rang the doorbell and waited for the door. A buzzer sounded and a young woman’s voice asked who was it.

“It’s Andy O’Connel. I’m here for an interview for the home help job.”

There was a long pause.

“Errr. OK. You’d better come in then” said the voice.

The door clicked and swung open a little. Andy walked through the door and into a light, clean hallway. He was soon met by a stern looking woman who barked at him to leave his coat on one of the hooks by the door.

“Not that you’ll be staying long if I’m any judge” she mumbled under her breath.

“Follow me, through here” she said as she eyed Andy up and down.

So this is going well, thought Andy, but he dutifully followed the woman into a living room where a young woman sat on a large sofa.

“Hi. I’m Sam” said the young woman. Sam was in her late 20s, slim build and the most gorgeous blonde hair Andy had ever seen.

“Hi. I’m Andy. I’m guessing from the reception so far that I’m not exactly what you were expecting.”

“Hmmph” said the woman as she turned to leave the room. “Will you be wanting anything Sam?” she said half out of the doorway.

Sam paused a moment as she seemed to take in every detail of the man in front of her and then she smiled. “Actually yes. I’d like a cup of coffee. Andy, would you like anything?”

Andy wasn’t sure how to reply or for that matter what was happening right now, but he said “Sure. Coffee would be great”.

The woman glared, but left for the kitchen to make coffee.

“So. Andy. You are correct. I wasn’t expecting a man to reply to the ad, but since I’ve had no luck finding anyone else up to now, I think it’s worth us at least talking about what I need. And besides, no one else has looked as smart as you for an interview. The last woman looked like she’d been shoved through the hedge before she rang the bell.”

Andy laughed and felt the warmth of Sam’s smile. The tension in the room relaxed and Sam motioned for Andy to sit in the chair opposite.

“So let me tell you about what I need. Mrs Reid, the lady making coffee right now, is retiring to the country to breed Dachshunds. She has been my home help for the last 2 years and I will miss her. You see, I can do a lot of things for myself, but many things are just impossible when you have no arms.

John was momentarily taken aback. He just hadn’t noticed. Sam was wearing a skirt and blouse with a cardigan draped over her shoulders; the arms hanging lose by her side. Andy had just assumed…… well he wasn’t sure what he’d assumed but it just hadn’t occurred to him that this beautiful young woman had no arms.

Seeing the look on Andy’s face, Sam blushed slightly and said “It’s OK, I’m not looking for sympathy, I’m looking for someone I can trust to help me around the house.”

“No, no!” spluttered Andy. “I…… I……”

“If it’s a problem, we can cut this short and let you go.” Said Sam, trying to spare Andy any further embarrassment.

Andy took a breath and said “I’m sorry for behaving like a idiot.” He leaned forward slightly in his seat. “I simply had no idea. So please forgive my stupid face. I have been through some issues myself just recently and the honest truth is I need a job and a place to live. That’s why I answered the wanted ad. Clearly you were looking for female applicants, but I guess you can’t say that in adverts these days. So look. I appreciate that you didn’t just send me away, even offered me coffee, but I’m clearly not what you were expecting, so can we just chat a while and then I’ll head back?”

Sam paused again. “What kind of issues?”

“Oh the usual story. I had a small apartment downtown where I worked in a coffee shop during the day and played guitar in a band at night. No money, but I thought I was living the dream until within 2 days, the band split up and the coffee shop closed down. I had no money, no job and soon, no home. I’ve been living with my friend not far from here, for the last month, trying to get back on my feet.”

“He made coffee for a living and you had me making it out there all this time” said Mrs Reid virtually dropping the tray on the table. Sam and Andy both jumped. The woman had entered the room like a ghost, without being heard or seen. Or maybe Sam and Andy’s attention was elsewhere.

“I’ll be right outside if you need anything” said Mrs Reid.

“Thank you, Mrs Reid” replied Sam.

“OK. Let me tell you about the job and then you can tell me about yourself….”

Sam and Andy talked for hours. Mrs Reid bustled in and out of the room a few times, grumbling to herself, but Sam and Andy were always deep in conversation. Eventually Mrs Reid announced she was heading out to the shops to get some food in for lunch.

“Oh my goodness! I had no idea we had been talking for so long. Where has the morning gone! My interviews have never taken this long” said Sam.

“It’s been a pleasure to get to know you, Sam. I hope you do find the right person to help you out soon.”

“Oh, I think we both know that I’d like you to take the job” smiled Sam.

“Seriously?”

“Yes! I trust my judgment and I think you are exactly who you say you are – so maybe we can help each other out”

“Wow! I’d be honored to take the job! Err. When would I start?”

“Oh yes, your friend is moving at the end of the month, right?”

“Yes”

“That will work fine. To be honest, I can let Mrs Reid have a few days off and she can move out earlier than planned. She already has her place in the country picked out.”

“Fantastic! I really don’t have much stuff so that makes life easier.”

Andy left the house in a kind of daze. Had that really just happened? Basically Sam needed help with the usual household chores but it seemed to Andy, that she also wanted someone to talk to, to have around so she wasn’t on her own and they had kind of hit it off.

Two weeks later Andy moved in and started working on the household chores. He soon found a rhythm and made sure he spent time chatting with Sam as often as the jobs would allow. Sam especially liked it when the morning coffee break came and they would sit and talk.

“That foot control pad is really something” said Andy one day. “You can drive the TV screen to get all kinds on there, hey?”

“Yes. But some things just aren’t the same.”

“Like what?”

“Oh stupid stuff. Like being able to read a magazine or a book –just flicking through the pages”

Hesitantly Andy said “I could help with that……”

“How do you mean?”

“I could sit behind you and hold the magazine for you”

“You mean, be my arms?”

“Yeah. I mean only if that would help…..”

Sam smiled. “I think that would be amazing. One problem, though. I don’t have any magazines”

It was Andy’s turn to laugh. “I’ll get a couple when I’m at the shops later. Anything specific you want?”

“I want glamour magazines! The big glossy ones!” Sam’s face was alive like never before.

“OK then. Glamour it is!” said Andy as he cleared away the coffee things.

Later that afternoon Andy returned from the shops with the usual groceries and 3 magazines he hoped would be glamorous enough for Sam. Once he had put away the groceries he wandered into the living room to find Sam waiting expectantly.

“Did you get them?”

“Sure. I hope they are OK.”

“Let’s take a look!”

“How do you want to do this?”

“Well, just slide in behind me on the sofa here, it’s plenty big enough.”

Andy kicked off his shoes and did as Sam suggested, sliding in behind her. She was wearing a simple pullover top and lose skirt that she was able to dress herself in, by mostly wriggling and having Andy arrange on hangers for her the day before. Andy drank in the smell of her hair as she leaned back into him. He picked up the first magazine from the seat next to them and held it up.

Sam squealed with delight as she drank in the cover of Cosmo. She was just about to ask Andy to open it up when he did just that, turning the page as if he had read her mind. They sat and read the magazine, Andy turning the pages at the right time, every time. It was so natural that Sam was drawn into what she was reading and for the first time in her life, she forgot she had no arms.

Half way through the magazine Andy whispered in Sam’s ear “Do you fancy a coffee?”

“Mmmm that would be great.”

Andy hauled himself out from behind Sam and headed for the kitchen. He soon returned with a mug of coffee and slid back into place behind Sam.

“Where’s mine?” said Sam. Up until this moment, Sam had drunk coffee through a cup designed for her that had a long mechanized straw that meant she was able to drink herself.

“This is yours. I maybe should have asked, but I figured while I’m being your arms for reading, I might as well be your arms for drinking coffee as well”

Sam smiled and leaned back into Andy. They read on, pausing only so that Sam could take a sip of Andy’s fabulous coffee. With the coffee drunk, there was some serious catching up on fashion for Sam and something of an education for Andy. Being Sam’s arms was just so natural for Andy that when a lock of hair slid forward across Sam’s face, he reached up and tucked it back behind her ear. Sam said nothing but leaned in a little closer to show her approval.

“Some of these clothes just look amazing” said Sam.

“I’ll bet they would look even more amazing on you” whispered Andy.

“Well, that blouse, for example, needs fingers to do up the buttons, so I’ve never had the pleasure. You must have noticed I always wear stuff that I can wriggle into.”

This time Andy didn’t pause. “I’ll do up the buttons for you”.

“Really? You would do that for me?”

“Well what’s the point of having someone around to do stuff for you, if you don’t get to wear what you like?”

“Fair point. I’ll order some clothes then, if you’re sure you don’t mind….”

Andy smiled and put down the magazine.

“I’ll go make supper for you. Do you want the controller so you can check out the internet shops?”

“No. Supper can wait. Go into my office. There’s a laptop on the desk. Bring it back in here and we can surf the net together. I’d like to get your opinion…”

Andy returned with the laptop and settled into position behind Sam. The next hour or so saw Sam’s wardrobe increase and her bank account decrease as she spoiled herself with clothes she couldn’t possibly have worn without some helping hands.

The next day brought a courier delivery of the first clothes. Andy brought the package through to Sam and checked with her if it was OK to open it for her.

“Of course, silly! Who else is going to do it?”

“Sorry. I just…… never mind”

“and besides, you are completely responsible for this” giggled Sam.

Andy opened up the package to see it was from the expensive silk website and contained 3 blouses. He remembered thinking how Sam would look in them while they browsed the site together and how he had to back away a little to stop her feeling his growing arousal.

There were 3 blouses, blue, black and a very sexy gold color. Andy lifted them up one at a time for Sam to see.

“Fabulous! Let’s try the gold one on”

Andy wasn’t great with clothes and sizes, but the blouse he was holding looked way too big for Sam.

“Errr. Are you sure you got the right size? This looks huge for you.”

“I’m as sure as I can be. I did take a guess on what size it would take for both of us to fit into it.”

“Pardon?”

“I said, I had to guess what size would be big enough for both of us. I want to wear this blouse like it is meant to be worn, with arms in the sleeves. Your arms. Well, when we are wearing it they will be my arms. Come on, get your shirt off and help me get out of mine.”

Andy froze for a second and then realized he had agreed “to be her arms” and “do up the buttons for her.” His heart was beating faster, but he carefully helped Sam out of her T-shirt top and then undid his shirt. He undid all the buttons on the blouse and put it on, moving behind Sam as he did so. Gently he folded his arms around her body and began to button up the blouse. He stopped before the last button wondering how Sam wanted to wear it. Before he could ask she said

“This is called a Pussy Bow blouse and those two strips of material hanging down need to be tied in a big floppy bow, so do up the top button and then tie a big bow.”

“Thanks”. Andy did as instructed and let his arms fall to Sam’s side, trying to be as natural as possible.

“Let’s go to the mirror! I want to see how we look!” said Sam.

They moved easily together through into the hall where there was a long mirror.

Andy thought about what Sam might do and so he raised his arms and fussed over the bow, smoothed down the blouse and flicked her hair out over the shoulders of the blouse.

“This is just perfect” said Sam, beaming from ear to ear.

“I agree” whispered Andy into Sam’s ear.

Sam’s hand scratched her nose casually and then rested on her chest, fingers splayed, drumming gently as she thought.

“Let’s go and cook something!” said Sam as she tried to jump in the air. It was the last thing Andy was expecting and they nearly fell flat on their faces.

“Careful! You nearly had us both rolling around on the floor!”

“Hmmm. Yes. We need to do something about that. But later, let’s go to the kitchen.”

“So you want to cook some food for yourself now you’ve got arms and an amazing looking blouse!”

“Yes! I feel fabulous and we’re going to cook us both supper”

“Well, I’m OK at reheating stuff and making student food, so unless you want pizza or spaghetti bolognese, I hope you know what your doing. You’re going to have to tell me what to do.”

“Cool! Let’s start by putting on that apron. I really don’t want to get any stains on our new blouse!”

Andy took the apron from its hook on the wall, placed it over Sam’s head and tied the straps behind him. Sam’s hair was caught under the loop, so he reached behind her head and flicked it out. As he did so, Sam gently shook her head, their actions working so easily together that they both felt a warm connection. They moved over to the cupboard and Sam called out the ingredients she needed. Her hands picked out everything they needed and placed them on the counter.

After half an hour or so of making a mess that Andy would need to clean up later, the dish went into the oven to bake. They stood back to admire their handiwork and Andy absent-mindedly wiped his hands on the front of the apron just under Sam’s breasts. Sam leaned back into him a little more, again showing her pleasure without speaking.

“Oh! Sorry, I didn’t mean to…. Errr….. let’s go and clean up.”

Andy moved them over to the basin to wash Sam’s hands properly and after drying them on the hand towel he took off their apron.

“Do you feel like trying on the blue or the black blouse, while we wait for our meal to cook?”

“Why not? I need to practice with these buttons. Why are they on the wrong side?”

“D’ya know, I have no idea, but I like the idea of us both getting more comfortable with this. Come on. Let’s try both of them on and see which one looks best.”

As it turned out the black blouse suited Sam’s coloring, so they kept that one on to sit down and eat. Andy grabbed a couple of stools from the kitchen and placed one behind the other so they could both sit easily at the table. The timer pinged to say the meal was ready and Andy moved them over to get it out of the oven. As he was lifting it clear of the oven he caught the edge of his hand on the side of the oven door and he yelped with the pain. He managed to get the dish down on the work surface before reflexly pulling his hand up to his mouth to suck the edge of his hand. But as he raised his hand towards his mouth, Sam leaned across, her mouth open, to intercept his hand and use her own cooling lips to caress the scald. Their bodies moved closer together in that moment and the touch of her lips on his hand stirred Andy and their was no disguising how he felt this time.

The moment passed and Andy moved them both back to the sink to run cold water on his hand. The cold water did the trick for both swellings and Andy was then able to serve up their food and move to the table. Sam had asked for wine which was sitting in the chiller on the table. Andy reached across for the corkscrew and uncorked the bottle in one swift movement.

“Wow. I never knew I was so strong!” joked Sam.

“You’d be amazed at what you can do now” whispered Sam into her ear.

They sat and ate their meal quietly, Sam’s new hands feeding her carefully. At the end of the meal, Sam yawned and a hand came up to cover her mouth. Andy stretched Sam’s arms theatrically and she burst into laughter.

“I have had one of the best days of my life today. Thank you, Andy, for everything. But I am just so tired, that glass of wine tipped me over the edge. If you don’t mind, I’d like to go to sleep, but I’d like to talk with you some more in the morning about all this. I have some ideas”

“Of course” Andy replied as he started to unbutton the blouse. Once free of their shared clothing Sam turned and gave Andy a kiss on the cheek.

“Goodnight”

Andy stood there still wearing the black silk blouse. He turned to head back to the kitchen to clear up the mess buttoning up the blouse as he went. He slipped the apron back on over the blouse and set about his task.

After breakfast the next morning Sam asked Andy to come and sit with her so they could talk. Just as they were heading into the living room, the door bell rang. It was another courier with an even bigger parcel of clothing. Sam and Andy looked at each other and together said

“Let’s see what we’ve got!”

The parcel contained almost everything Sam had ordered off the internet. There were more blouses with buttons, skirts, tight looking trousers and dresses. The enormity of what he’d started was starting to sink in. He hadn’t thought about the dresses he’d helped order other than imagining how sexy she’d look in them. His “guidance” had been very much driven by how sexy he felt Sam would look, not imagining he would be wearing them as well.

Andy was jolted back to reality by Sam hopping up and down and giggling at the haul. By now they were surrounded by clothes all begging to be tried on. Sam turned to Andy to say something, but stopped, her face dropping.

“Is everything OK?” She asked.

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry. No problem. I just forgot we’d ordered dresses and skirts. I guess I should be asking you if you’re OK with all this? I mean we’re going to be much closer together in a dress than a blouse.”

The smile returned to Sam’s face.

“Of course, you idiot. I’ve never been happier. Now before we get into trying on all these, I’d still like to talk about the ideas I had yesterday. OK? Let’s sit down”

They moved to the sofa and sat next to each other.

“I mean it when I say I’ve never been happier. I never thought that I could experience anything like this. It’s not just wearing clothes with arms in the sleeves, but it’s the way we fit together. Everything seems so natural with you. It really feels like you become an extension of me. And I love it!”

“I’m glad I can make such a difference. I feel the same, in case you were wondering. I mean, I feel like it’s so easy to be your arms. I don’t know how to explain it, but it feels like I know what your thinking or needing. So what are these ideas of yours?”

It looked like Sam was about to cry, but she held herself upright and sniffed back any tears and launched into her ideas.

“Firstly, I think we need to figure out a way to move around together without risking falling over like we nearly did yesterday. I’ve thought about it and I think if we were bound together around our middle, then it would be easier. It’s going to be more important when we get into a dress for the first time!”

“So any ideas on how we do that?”

“I’ve got some old clothes of my aunt’s in the attic. I’m pretty sure there’s a corset in amongst it all and she was a big woman. I reckon that will go round both of us nicely.”

“OK, I’ll go check it out. Anything else?”

“Just one more thing for now. I’d like to do this for as long as you are comfortable doing it. I mean, this wasn’t in the job description and it means so much to me, I don’t want to lose it.”

“Thanks for thinking about me in all this and for what it’s worth, I’m loving this as well. So as long as I can get the chores done….”

“As long as we get the chores done. I’m actually looking forward to doing chores, especially as I just get watch!” Sam smiled that golden smile.

“Right.” laughed Andy. “OK, I’ll check out the attic and see what I can find.”

It didn’t take Andy long to find an old trunk with clothes in. There were what looked like ball gowns, hats and all kinds of finery. And there was the corset, just as Sam had said. Andy decided to grab the whole trunk and bring it down in case there were other things that might help.

When Andy got back downstairs Sam was looking at the new clothes, clearly deciding which one to try first.

“Oh good, you found the trunk. Is it there?”

“Is this it?”

“That’s it! Why did you bring the whole trunk if you’d found it already?”

“Well, I had to move these old gowns to get to the corset and honestly they look amazing. Might be fun to try a couple on….. what do you think?”

“I think you’re really getting into this.”

Andy smiled.

“Come on let’s get into this corset!”

The next 20 minutes was spent with Sam and Andy wriggling, squirming and swearing as they tried to get both of their bodies in the corset and get it laced up. Finally it was on and they fell backwards on to the sofa with a huge sigh.

“Well. That was easy.”

The struggles of corsetry behind them, they stood, remarkably easily now they were laced together, and looked at the new clothes.

“Which one first?”

“The blue dress!”

“OK. The blue dress it is.”

Andy picked up the dress, undid the zipper and held it in front of Sam to step into it. As Sam moved her left leg in, he moved his leg as well, quickly followed by both their right legs. Andy hitched up the dress around both their bodies and slid his arms into the satin sleeves. Now the tricky bit. The material was sleek and satin feeling to touch, but also slightly stretchy so as to be figure hugging. That meant Andy had to reach back behind him and pull the zipper up while making sure nothing snagged. It was a very cozy fit, but he managed to get the zipper all the way up. Andy smoothed down the front of the dress as they walked towards the mirror.

They were both met with a beaming smile from Sam as she inspected her new dress.

“I think I just need to adjust my cleavage a little” said Sam, giving Andy permission to pull her left breast up and into a more comfortable position. Andy could see what was needed and was glad of the signal it was OK by Sam. He needed no other help to make sure the dress was perfectly adjusted in all the right places. They looked stunning together in the dress and Andy couldn’t help jumping up and down with Sam at the very pleasant sight in front of them.

“It’s OK, you know. I have boobs and while you’re being my arms, they kind of become your boobs as well. Go ahead, give them a fondle.”

Andy didn’t need asking twice. He gently caressed her breasts and felt how perfect they were through the fabric of the dress they were both wearing. He turned them both side on to the mirror and held one hand on her breast and one hand on his own ass in a classic bimbo model pose. They both laughed at the ridiculous sight, but again they moved closer together.

Two hours later they had tried on every outfit and admired themselves in the mirror. Sam had suggested getting pictures on her phone so she could check out her favorites later, the Sam/Andy selfie was born.

“So what shall we wear for the rest of the day?”

“Pass me my phone so I can flick through the Sam/Andy selfies!” giggled Sam.

Andy retrieved the phone and held it up for Sam to review their mornings work.

“Sam/ Andy. Hmmm.” said Sam. “I think we should call ourselves Sandy when we are together like this. What do you think?”

“I make a point of never disagreeing with myself.” said Andy.

“Let’s go with the white blouse and the stretchy jeans. I like being able to move around in those jeans. Are you OK to struggle back into them?”

“Sure, let’s get wriggling!”

Once they were dressed Sandy held out her hands and looked at them quizzically.

“Yes. I need nail polish and jewelry. I’ll get onto getting some this afternoon.”

Sam adjusted her blouse and walked into the kitchen to make some coffee. She was really good at making coffee, almost like she had worked in a coffee shop or something. She smiled at how good her coffee tasted and took the mug back into the living room where she sat down and casually picked up a magazine. After lazily flicking through the pages while sipping her coffee a little voice in her ear said that he thought they needed to get the laundry done.

Sam put down her magazine, finished her coffee and stood up. She reached into her jeans pocket, pulled out a tissue and blew her nose. She started to put the tissue back into her pocket, but a small sharp intake of breath made her hands stop and throw the tissue into the waste basket instead.

After the laundry was done, it was just about time for dinner. They ate as before, chatting about the day and relaxing with a glass of wine.

“Thanks for another great day. This is fun, isn’t it?”

“Perfect”

Sam yawned and Andy covered her mouth with what he was more and more regarding as her hand. Andy started to undo their blouse, but Sam stopped him and asked if they could go through to her bedroom.

“I’d like to finish the day undressing in my room, if that’s alright”

They moved quietly to her room and Andy undressed them, both a little relieved to take off the corset. Andy helped Sam into her nightie and wished her goodnight.

The next morning brought the final courier parcel. It arrived early before Sam was up so Andy opened it on his own. He’d completely forgotten about this one. Why did she order these? But now he thought about it, it made sense if you’re Sam.

Sam called out to Andy to come into her room. As he entered he realized she wanted to pick up where they left off yesterday. Sam wanted to dress with Andy from the start of the day.

They picked out a skirt and one of the original satin blouses to wear today and once Sam’s hands were happy with the bow, they headed for the kitchen to get Sam some breakfast. On the way Sam’s left hand reached out and picked up the newly arrived parcel.

“Maybe we should have a chat about this….” Andy whispered in her ear.

“Oh”

“It’s OK. I think I get it. I’d just like to hear it from you, that this is what you were thinking”

“I know I took a chance, but everything I hoped this could be has happened. I hope you would like to take this next step with me….”

Andy answered quickly and softly in her ear.

“Yes”

Sam looked down as her hands opened the parcel to reveal a white silk nightdress and matching dressing gown. Her hand shot up to her mouth as she gasped with delight.

“We are going to look fabulous in these”.

“I can’t wait for tonight” he whispered.

After breakfast Sam went back into the living room to find the attic trunk still sat in the corner. Curious about the other stuff Andy had mentioned, Sam asked to see inside again. She sat down by the trunk and her hands lifted the lid. Inside was a bit dusty which made Sam sneeze. Her hands found a box of tissues on the table and she dabbed at her nose gently. Her hands tucked the tissue up her sleeve for use later, making Sam smile at a habit her mother used to do. She lifted out a dark ruby colored gown that looked pre-war and very elegant. Laying that to one side, the trunk gave up three other ball gowns all of silk or taffeta. But at the bottom in a protective cloth bag was her Aunt’s wedding dress. Sam stood up holding the white silk as though it would dissolve in her hands. It was beautiful. Sam could feel Andy’s heart rate rising as they both gazed at the gorgeous simplicity of the dress.

“I have to wear this….”

Sam didn’t really need to say the words, her hands were already unbuttoning her blouse and slipping them out of the skirt.

They stepped into the wedding dress together and Sam’s hands pulled up the zipper behind them. As they moved in front of the mirror Sam’s hand wiped a tear from her eye. They were simply beautiful together in the dress. Sam’s hands slid down the sides of the dress and then back up to her breasts. They lingered a while before smoothing down the front of the dress and hooking her hair back behind her ears.

“Yes, I think I’d wear my hair up for this dress. And long silk gloves. Wait, I think I saw some in the trunk.”

They hurried back into the living room and sure enough there were long silk gloves. They put them on, caressing the silk as they slid effortlessly up their arms.

Sam became aware of Andy breathing harder behind her. He was trying to control his feelings, but the sight of Sam in this dress was almost too much to take.

Eventually Sam’s hands started to undress them and return the wedding dress to its protective covering.

The evening meal passed as usual with Sam and Andy chatting happily about the day. Then came that yawn and as Sam’s hand covered her mouth once more they both moved through to her bedroom where the nightie was laid out on the bed. They undressed and Andy waited while Sam used her smart bathroom to get ready for bed. Sam emerged into the room and turned her back to Andy. He slipped the nightie over both their bodies and slid his arms into the sleeves. Sam’s hands explored the new nightdress and as she shivered slightly, they reached for the dressing gown and put it on. With the sash tied loosely in front of her Sam slipped into bed and sat up to read a book for a while. But Sam’s hands had other ideas and while one held the book for her to read, the other gently smoothed down her gown and adjusted the neckline. As the hand moved slowly back down across her chest Sam groaned with pleasure. Her other hand put down the book and joined in the exploration of her body.

Sam leaned back into the pillows and eased down into the bed. Sam’s hands moved lower as her breathing quickened. Her hands were on her breasts, the fingers circling her nipples as they hardened with pleasure. One hand kept her left breast cupped as the other moved between her legs to feel a moistening. Her left hand moved up to her mouth and fingers slid past her soft lips as she sucked and licked them. Her right hand was now under the nightgown and sliding onto her clitoris and down into her now dripping vagina. Her fingers explored the wetness and slid slowly in and out, briefly returning to her clitoris. The gasp of orgasm from Sam left her reaching back inside and then back to her clitoris. Her hands moved between her breasts, her mouth and her mound, pausing occasionally to feel their way down her torso. Sam arched with the electricity of the orgasms wracking her body, over and over.

Eventually her hands rested back on her stomach and gently fondled her breasts. Her hands curled back her sweat soaked hair behind her ears and she smiled a very contented smile. Sam touched her cheek lightly with her hand and as she slipped into the deepest sleep she’d ever had, she swore she heard a voice say “I love being you”.

Sam woke early the next morning. As she stirred her arms woke and her hands reached up and ran their fingers through her hair. She yawned a lazy, contented yawn not bothering to cover her mouth. Why would she? She was in bed. She stretched her arms and her hand came to rest splayed out on her chest. Her fingers drummed gently as she thought. Her hands went back to her hair and she scratched the back of her head and then ran her fingers through her golden locks once more. A barely audible voice whispered “I’ve always wanted to do that. Have long curly hair that I could run my hands through.”

“Well I’ve always wanted hands to be able to the same. So I guess we’re both feeling kind of lucky today, huh?”

“I’m feeling about as good as it gets.” replied the voice.